Stars are one of the many wonders of the outer world. Whilst they shine brightly, their life cycle requires an extreme amount of expansion. Whether they go on to become a white dwarf or scatter the sky with a supernova explosion, one thing is for sure – they continue to shine on long after their death.
Below you will find eleven pieces of poetry about stars, lovingly curated to open your eyes to the expansive life cycle of the Universe and you.
Whether your life is currently expanding, exploding, or imploding, allow these poems to scatter your soul with a sprinkling of stardust, blessing all that you are.
Poetry about stars
1. Stars - michale faudet
Magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe —the stars sighed in unison.
We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.
The flame within her burned so bright. She tore down stars, and brought galaxies to light. She coursed cosmos and ether, from her violet heart stream, her aura alight, with sun and moonbeams. She scattered the sky, with green moldavite, dazzling white showers and vast rays of light. And in this explosion, she could not be tamed, for it was her supernova, it was her violet flame.
i do not know a lot of things but this i know for sure that the stars must be proud of how they turned their stardust into atoms of you; and your existence speaks how your home is with the stars. but they knew that this cursed earth needed a beautiful existence as yours and so they sent you here with all their heart.
I once was a comet, trailing dust and scars, a wound from the galaxy, silent under the weight of stars. My heart—a black hole, devouring light and warmth, hiding in the depths, afraid of being torn apart. But the moon whispered softly, her light a balm for my soul, a pull that taught me gravity, to rise, to heal, to be whole. I learned from the constellations, how they burn despite the night, how even in their darkest moments, they find their way to light. I drift through space, learning to love each scar, knowing every piece of me is a reflection of a star. Now I rise like a supernova, brilliant, fierce, and free, I’ve learned to dance with the cosmos, and in the void, I found me. No longer lost in darkness, I burn with love and grace, healed by the constellations, and the beauty of my space.
In the presence of darkness, she shone her pure, white light. A reflection of sunlight, in a vast, open sky. Held by her heartstrings, and cradled by the stars, she gazed beyond matter, to Jupiter and Mars. She glistened, she twinkled, and sang to the sea, turning the changing tides, with effortless flow and ease. She whispered, she glittered, and lit dark, heavy skies, with the eternal glow, of knowing her own light.
She had never seen any stars like this A sea of darkness, Perfect rips of light. The moonlight brightened the land, pure white kiss Scattered and spotted amongst the velvet night. The lights went on and off, a constant dawn rays of disappointment stabbed her, a curse But then, when the lights finally died down. All at once. You could see the universe. Untold, unseen, untouched and Unwritten. The stars flew by, too heart-achingly fast Not a single star was made to fit in We raised our hands, earning to touch the sky, ever vast We dreamt of touching the sky, ever vast All was left, was the bloody messy art that the rays of the stars stabbed in her heart.
The difference between a star and the coyote’s flickering eyes in the forest is little; both sing of dark beauty that is hidden when dreams open the well of the soul. Both are shy: the star wrapped in a thin cloud, the coyote peeking beside juniper. I search the night for eyes and a million rush forth to mirror my own.