black, like the night

with speckles, like the stars

your eyes are just as beautiful

as the night sky

and you sparkle brighter

than all the stars

we gaze at.

the moonlight, beautiful,

the starlight, guiding my way,

and the night, mysterious.

how can something so simple

be so curious and captivating

as the sparkle of the starlight.

as the sparkle of you 

and the way you make me feel

as we sit together

staring at the moon.

how can something so gorgeous

be so mysterious and colorful

as the sparkle of the starlight.

as the sparkle of

you, holding my handing

and changing my life.

as the sparkle of

you, making me smile

and laugh.

as the sparkle of 

you and me, together.

how can something be so wonderful,

as the sparkle of you. 

Why do you have to be a star?

Is it because you will

Always be too far away?

Is it because of the way you shine

And glimmer with every move?

Or is it because you'll never have

Enough, no matter how many

Times you steal the brightness

Away from our night sky?

Just why are you a star?

Perhaps you are only a person;

Destined to blaze until

It's shone too long,

Before blinking out;

Gone forever.

Just like that.

Why? 

Well, that's 

Because you

Are a star. 

Starlight! Something I can always write a poem about! :D

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galaxy soup 

i looked up at the sky last night

and i imagined what it would be like if i could

reach a finger up into the sky

and swirl around the darkness and the stars like a stew

with the heavens and the moon all liquid

and the starlight like little special ingredients 

and then i could scoop it up and keep it in a jar

my own special piece of space

all bruised with purple and streaked with white

a glass full of starlight  

Dashing

through the

cosmos

between layers and

layers of

space,

of inky darkness and

blazing light

somewhere between a

sorrowful anger and a

joyful delight and

no emotion at all,

unmoving...

and as we gaze up

at these stars

thousands of

light years

away,

all we see is

starlight

But as our eyes

watch these

lights

in the sky

off in the distance,

we see a

beacon of hope,

or

fear and uncertainty,

we see the

perfect concept for a

novel and

the most engaging

scientific discovery...

for as we gaze up

at these stars

thousands of light years

away,

we see more than

starlight

if i let the stars guide me 

Hey, how r u?

I'm fine, thanks.

What I really meant was: Do you

lie awake,

when the sky is full, filled

with stars? 

Did you notice, when we lay, and giggled

in the dark?

I'd forgotten, it seems so

far away

I'm so different, so the same

as I was that day.

And what have you been doing,

all this time?

'Cause I've been wondering,

what would happen

if I stepped

out of line,

If I stopped pretending, freed myself

from those electric lights 

What would become of me

if I danced

in the starlight?

Starlight, Star Bright

Starlight, star bright,

I'm holding my head high tonight.

I've been through pain, I've felt the rain,

but now I've stepped into the light.

Starlight, star bright,

I'm pouring out my heart tonight.

I hid by day, was tucked away,

Now I'll unleash my fiery might.

Starlight, star bright,

I'm opening my eyes tonight.

So I may look upon the crook

as I would gaze upon a knight.

Starlight, star bright,

I'm standing by your side tonight.

"Never again," I promised when

my hand slid into yours that night. 

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It's been a while since I've wrote something, and I can't really speak to how good this is, but it defenitely feels good to enter this contest again. Feedback is appreciated!

responses to a question about staying up late 

have you ever considered the marvel of the endless stretch of moments that make up midnight?

the magic of the almost-forgotten view of the moonlight rippling over the trees, nearly lost in among dreams

until it suddenly bursts out from the clouds to reflect off of the sidewalk?

the way your heart glows and swells like a paper lantern unfolding at the sound of a song in the silence,

how you manage to hear it for the first time there, alone in the semi-darkness, even if you've heard it a thousand times before,

the muted surprise as you realise the coolness on your face is that of tears by the time the last note sounds, even as you smile and

you feel like a thousand birds taking flight,

reveling in the surprising clarity of murky darkness?

have you ever noticed the way the world offers itself to you, a gift remade anew in the golden halos of streetlamps?

will you ever know the miracle of how no matter how bright the day's inferno burns,

a glass of cool water will always taste of starlight? 

Hi, everyone! I haven't been on here in years, but I thought about Chatterbox the other day and thought I'd check up on how this corner of the internet is doing. It warms my heart that this thread, which I started over three years ago, is alive and well! I'm proud of my little creation. All of your guys' writing is amazing! Anyhow, hope everyone is doing well (although I'm not sure if anyone from my time is still on here). Good luck with your future poetry endeavors! 

It's good to hear from you, Booksy! Thanks for checking in. Please remember our Valentine's Day reunions, too. I think 2023 is the next big one, but every other year is an opportunity, too.

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Secrets 

that are

better kept 

in the 

starlight.

Would you have known?

They taunt you,

you asleep,

oblivious,

alone.

(And the starlight 

will be keeping secrets 

forever).

Insatiable

little ghost feet

tap-dance ‘cross

a lake.

The water tries

to wink at you

but you

are not

awake.

(But someday, 

you will wake to drink 

the Milky Way).

The secrets

that pass you by

every time

you sleep,

you may not know

but they will grow

and in starlight they will keep.

(And you, its greatest secret, 

will curl up in a small white shell in the sky, 

and look below, 

and then you’ll know, 

that never shall you die).

And that

may be the

biggest secret

of all,

little star.

Light Pollution

I wish I could see the starlight.

I wish I could see the indigo tapestry of silver dots, 

of bright smudges, 

of endless constellations.

I wish I could stare up at the awe-inspiring arc of space

going on forever and forever

and contemplate the insignificance of my life.

I wish I could see the moon shining bright at night,

a crescent like the Cheshire cat’s grin,

or a perfect circle beaming like an orb of happiness.

I wish I could lay on my back in the cool grass 

and watch the stars rotate so so slowly over my head,

and be perfectly at peace.

I wish I could see the starlight.