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POEM STARTER
Submitted by Antaura Dawn
'The stars were what she liked most about the sky. Then, they started to fall.'
Write a poem based around this idea. You could include the line, use it as a central theme, or turn it into a metaphor.
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The stars were what she loved most about the sky, and then they started to fall, one by one.
Her mother, in a car accident.
Her father, from despair.
Her sister, from disease.
Her friends, because she pushed them away.
And she would look up at the sky and see the stars slowly but surely falling. They kept falling. They wouldn’t ever stop falling, she was sure of it. It was inevitable. Because whenever she would claim a star as valuable, it would fall.
And so the days flew by in a haze, and she kept watching the stars fall. She would notice each and every one, every star’s descent more painful than the last.
And one day, her final star fell, and now she was finished.
She was done.
There was no point any longer. Her bones were weak and weary, so she lay down for her final and eternal rest, with defeat ravaging her heart.
But right as she was taking her final breath, a bright star was born in her sky.
She felt it, and suddenly an irrational hope ignited in her, that maybe this star would stay. She could see this star in her ended future, multiplying and creating a beautiful, shining sky.
but it was too late.
She had already let go, and she couldn’t go back.
If she had held on a little longer, maybe she would have had another chance. Maybe she would have restored her life of heartache and sorrow to a beautiful sky.
But she had chosen her path, and now she would never get that chance.
I now ask you, when all your stars are gone, will you give up, and lose the chance of ever seeing one again, or will keep looking for the light, even though it is clear there is none?
I promise you, there is.
Have faith that you will find it, and you will.
I BELIEVE IN YOU 🫶
The stars were what she liked most about the sky. Then, they started to fall.
Chasing stars once left her in a breathless awe, Filling her soul full to the brim with wonderlust.
Then one by one, the stars began to fall. The passion that radiated inside her, Slowly began to fade.
Unbeknownst to her, She would eventually run out of stardust after all.
She begged and cried, As she got on her knees and pleaded to the sky.
The silence was deafening, Leaving her breathless and gasping in the empty abyss.
She could only help but to wonder, Why it was her that was left bereft, And paralyzed with melancholia.
She missed the stars that burned bright in her palm, As she desperately willed away the looming shadows.
Weary to the bone, The darkness claimed her whole.
Her madness chased away the last of the light in the sky, Sending the moon somewhere far away.
What a mad woman.
For no one saw a dark and empty sky but her, Because something in her brain was flawed.
The sky no longer held the same magical allure, So life eventually became something she could no longer endure.
Something beyond the stars beckoned to her Told her that in her weaknesses She was strongest For she understood the impossible to understand Because she believed that whatever was beyond the stars
Made the stars
And the stars made her The dust to ground to body Her split rib glimmered As it would in the sky Shined in her voice Blinded those that looked in her eyes And eneveloped them in beauty Beholding only light Descended from the enigmatic Constant reminder from the sky We are all connected in a state Of constant obsession Emersion into what we love What we know And dont understand
One day,
At her weakest,
The stars came down to say hello
They shone light upon the things she couldn’t see
The things inside herself
And from that day she saw
And embraced what she knew was stardust
The stars were what she liked about the sky,
Jewels pinned against an endless, velvet night.
Each one a spark that caught her drifting eye,
A piece of distant beauty, cold and bright.
She’d sit for hours, lost beneath their glow,
Dreaming up constellations of her own,
Mapping her wishes in the world below,
A silent dialogue with the unknown.
But then, one night, the stars began to fall,
Streaking down like tears across her gaze,
Breaking apart like a scattered crystal ball,
Their light dissolving in the smoky haze.
She watched as darkness swallowed up the sky,
The empty vastness pressing in, so close,
The world now dim where it was once so high,
The stars, her guiding lights, her fading ghosts.
And in that shadowed space, she felt a chill,
A loss that hung like silence in the air,
The universe, no longer calm and still,
Had left her in its void, alone and bare.
Yet even as the night grew dark and deep,
She held on to the memory of their light,
For though the stars no longer shined, their leap
Had filled her with a fire that warmed the night.
So with her eyes now closed, she made a vow,
To keep their glow alive within her heart,
To seek the beauty in the here and now,
And know that endings are another start.
And then he sent her photos, of sky and moon and stars. That’s when she knew, he aimed to catch her heart...
Nonexistent cares, and a what not of tries. Trust in love, and all will fall into demise. Lines in the rift, of being behind her eyes. She’s sorrow ladened again, but no one hears her cries. Inked to the page, in his last words she sighed. She’s just a storm collector, with his thunder on her mind...
-HMG
She gave everyone she knew a star in the sky so anytime she looked up she could be greeted with the comfort of familiarity To be reminded of the love both given and received The stars were what she liked most about the sky, after all
She became so familiar with looking up that she created maps in her mind Each landmark representing someone she held dear and the journey they shared
The stars were what she like most about the sky, Then they started to fall One by one each landmark crumbled Slowly she started looking down instead of up For the maps she had created served as a reminder of what was and of what will never be again
The stars used to be what she liked most about the sky Until they all started to fall
Her Sunshine Glowing like honey, The sweetest known Days with her, warm and sunny, Those around her tend to grow
She lived among the stars,
Not hers to see,
Never too far,
They did not shine as bright as she
She longed for the stars, And the life they provide, But when she was around, They all seemed to hide
She was the sun, The warmth in the sky, The bringer of fun, never questioning why, Until now you see, She never asked if it was the sun she wanted to be.
Her joyfulness and energy were what the girl liked about her little sister. However, her energetic and happy persona started to fall after starting high school. The spark in her eyes dimmed out, replaced with a distant, emotionless gaze. Her laughter once vibrant, was replaced with silence. Though, it still lingers through the once lively halls they used to play in. The sister she once knew was just a memory, that was being forgotten and replaced with the new version of her. In the dead of night, with the streets bustling below her. Her sister takes a step closer to the edge. Her joyfulness and energy were what the girl liked about her little sister. Then, she too, started to fall.
⚫️Not the prompt ⚫️
When people die they leave things behind making you believe that it’s only a matter of time before they come back
That their not really gone just missing
A pack of cigarettes taped to the underside of a dresser after he promised he would quit
A stack of unopened mail just waiting to be opened by his careful hands
A knife left out from the last time he made a meal for you
The Last Time
I would give anything Anything for him to come walking in that door for him to smoke one more cigarette to open one last letter to share one more meal
and one last time for me to say goodbye and to say thank you i don’t think i realized that he wouldn’t be there forever that i would miss everything
so please come back through that door so i can tell you I Love You
One Last Time
She told herself “That’s gonna be you one day” Shinning so bright Everyone who had refused to look Would be amazed at her brightness
“They’d wish they didn’t give you up” She’d whisper to herself as she lay on her roof And it would be true They’d all finally see What they’d been missing out on Because this girl This shy, weird and out of place girl Would finally be where she was meant to be
“You’ll have it all” She’d murmur as she remembered regrets from the past And she would All those regrets would become memories And those memories would never be erased They’d be remembered forever
“You live forever” She’d say And it was true She’d live forever In the hearts of those who truly cared In the souls of those who’d seen her Before she’d shined in the darkness
“You’ll finally be free” She’d mumbled as she looked over the edge of her roof And she was Finally free When she took a leap And fell Deep into the darkened sky
“The stars” She’d told everyone Everyone who’d never listened “Are where I’m gonna end up”
But what they didn’t know was This girl before them Shy, worthless, nothing Was done with life So she jumped Off her roof
“I’m finally done, I’m finally free” She’d thought Tears dried on her cheeks As she looked at the diamonds of the night
The stars were what she liked most about the sky Then . . . They started . . . To fall
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