The Star of Hope
In the hush of midnight’s silver sigh,
A star ignites the velvet sky.
A single spark, a quiet gleam,
A whispered wish, a silent dream.
It does not boast, it does not fade,
But lingers where the dark is laid.
A steady pulse, serene and bright,
A promise woven into night.
Through every storm, through every fear,
Its distant glow draws ever near.
A beacon soft, yet bold and true,
A flicker painted gold and blue.
So when the world feels cold and wide,
Look up—there’s hope you cannot hide.
A star that shines for you alone,
A gentle light to guide you home.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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A beautiful poem for a this star could be known as a family star as a gift from loved ones in heaven. Good job.
Beautiful poem.
Beneath the veil where shadows creep, A flame persists in boundless deep. Not bound by time, nor lost in air, It whispers low, “I’m always there.” — It bends not to the howling gale, Nor dims when all the echoes pale. Through shrouds of doubt, through tempests wild, It waits, unwavering, soft and mild. — A silent promise, fierce yet slight, A fire born within the night. Not lost, not gone, but burning free— A spark to lead eternity.