11 Mind Blowing, Cosmic Poems About Space
Space. A mystery void, filled with the matter of a million things. As we look up to the night sky, it is not the questions that plague us. It is the silence that stuns us. With awe-inspired eyes, our human minds try to make sense of the most incomprehensible things. I hope this collection of poetry about space opens your mind to the possibility that life brings.
Poetry About Space
1. Space, a Poem – Kersten Gauthier
In the vast expanse where stars reside,
lies a mysterious realm waiting to be untied.
A boundless canvas, an infinite embrace,
let me take you on a journey through space.
In the depths of the cosmos, galaxies spin,
a celestial ballet, where wonders begin.
Planets dance in orbits, like cosmic art,
unveiling the essence of the universe’s heart.
Beyond Earth’s confines, we venture afar,
to distant realms where wonders bizarre.
Nebulas twinkle like celestial fireworks,
whispering tales of creation, where awe lurks.
Oh, the cosmic tapestry, woven with lights,
as shooting stars streak through the night.
Supernovas explode, like fireworks in the sky,
illuminating mysteries, as time slowly flies by.
Black holes, voracious devourers of matter,
bend the fabric of space with an ethereal chatter.
Enigmas of the universe, where gravity is immense,
guarding secrets, deep within their immense presence.
In the emptiness, we find celestial melodies,
from pulsars and quasars, cosmic symphonies.
Radiating energy, harmonizing the celestial plain,
guiding us on a cosmic voyage without restraint.
As we drift through this cosmic sea,
sense the vastness, how incredibly free.
The universe whispers, its secrets unfold,
awe and wonder, its stories untold.
So let your spirit soar beyond the sky,
embrace the unknown let your imagination fly.
For in the grandeur of space’s divine embrace,
discover beauty, wonder and endless grace.
poem by – Kersten Gauthier
2. Space - Elias Padilla
The air is frozen,
There is no light.
The vast is overwhelming
And unbelievable.
–Unconquerable void.–
Ultraviolet waves pierce
Its boundaries.
Reach for the stars.
Pierce the gravity
They possess.
Be with the solar
winds.
Find another place
To call home.
Everything is out there.
poem by – Elias Padilla
3. I wanna go to the moon - MS
I wanna go to the moon,
Not like an astronaut
On some space
exploration,
I want to feel weightless
floating on
That beautiful orb of
reflective light,
I want to bounce
between planets
and run on Saturn’s
rings
I want to look at earth in
silence
and for once understand
things.
poem by – MS
4. If I was on a zooming rocketship - Year 6 pupil
If I was on a Zooming Rocketship
I could land on the rocky Moon
To play with aliens as green as slime.
If I was on a Zooming Rocketship,
I would collect the shining stars
As shiny as gold.
If I was on a Zooming Rocketship
I could land on Mars
As red as red ink.
If I was on a Zooming Rocketship
I would go back to Earth
To taste my yummy tea.
5. First Dog in Space - Brennig Davies
They say that, from space,
the Earth looks like a
small, blue ball, but how
did it look to you, Laika?
From that shuttle like a balloon
whose string they let go, and which
they never trained for recall?
They say that you were a stray
who never fought with other dogs,
and that the clever people called you pet names
through the wires of your shrinking cages,
and that, before you died, overheating
in that heavy, weightless cold, one of them
took you home, and you played with his kids.
They say that, from space,
the Earth looks like
a small, blue ball. I’ll throw it
for you, Laika, if you’ll chase it,
dart through the stratosphere
like a comet, undeserving
of its fate.
poem by – Brennig Davies
6. She Had Stars - e.h
And a galaxy in her soul,
That drew people to her endless heart,
Like the pull of a black hole,
She was made of earth and fire,
Of wishes cast on shooting stars,
She was a brand new solar system,
Unlike the ones they’d known so far,
With constellations ever changing,
No one could memorise her skies,
And they thought the thing for them to do,
Was bring her to their size,
They shrunk the universe within her,
Told her her vast expanse was wrong,
That she should make her life much smaller,
If she wanted to belong,
As they collapsed her world around her,
She felt her inner stars grow cold,
Until her life was far too heavy,
For her once strong arms to hold,
You might wonder how it happened,
But I guess that it makes sense,
Because a life becomes much heavier,
When it’s the universe condensed.
7. People Think Space is An Asundered thing - EC
People think
space
is an asundered thing.
But I found it
between your fingers
and
underneath
your eyelashes.
Someone told me
it takes three years
to travel to Mars.
But I can spend
twenty minutes
in your arms
and have traveled farther
and learned more
than any astronaut.
poem by – EC
8. Orbital Love – Jadine Lydia
if i was a planet,
you’d have me in orbit.
extract from – ‘Simple Truths’
9. If I could - unknown Author
If I could
I would hold conversations
with the moon
I would ask Venus
about loneliness and
Mars about anger.
I would tell the black hole
that I know
what it feels like.
I would write letters
to the cosmos
and when the stars wrote back,
they would say the most dazzling and
necessary things.
source – Google
10. Poets of Distant Planets – Ifeanyi Ogbo
i want to meet the poets of distant planets;
see what kind of fire burns in their bones,
taste the cosmos through alien words,
and get drenched in the metaphors of outer space.
i want to meet the poets of distant planets;
find out if they’ve ever knitted poems comprised only
of loose strands of sadness,
or painted ballads of overflowing joy,
discover if their souls have ever ached deeply for
another soul,
or if love is just a human illness?
poem by – Ifeanyi Ogbo
11. Years Later - Lavinia Greenlaw
I meet my brother in a bar
and he shows me a piece of outer space;
six degrees by six degrees,
a fragment stuffed with galaxies.
He explained how you get pairs of stars,
that pull each other into orbit,
for ever unable to touch or part.
When he’s gone I remember,
you, eighteen and speechless,
and how in the attic of your parents’ house,
you would take off my clothes,
run a finger as light as a scalpel,
across my stomach, then do nothing.
Years later, I wake in the night
still framing the words. And I like,
the idea of those stars.
poem by – Lavinia Greenlaw
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