Star poems talk about their graceful movements and the patterns they create. Stars decorate our night sky. Each star has its place in the sky.
Our sun is a star too! It’s just much closer to us than other stars. People have been looking at stars for ages and making up stories about them.
Some cultures even connect stars to gods, heroes, or magical creatures. Star poems help us see the extraordinary in the ordinary.
They sometimes talk about wishes and dreams. Reading them inspires us to think about our hopes and aspirations.
Let’s read some of the beautiful star poems, as reading them can be a delightful and magical experience.
Behind Each Star
Behind each star a small dream hides
But will not show its head,
Unless you’re very, very good—
And fast asleep in bed.
The Baby’s Star
By John B. Tabb
The Star that watched you in your sleep
Has just put out his light.
“Good-day, to you on earth,” he said,
“Is here in heaven Good-night.
“But tell the Baby when he wakes
To watch for my return;
For I’ll hang out my lamp again
When his begins to burn.”
Star Light Star Bright
Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight.
By Bliss Carman
Just where that star above
Shines with a cold, dispassionate smile —
If in the flesh I’d travel there,
How many, many a mile!
If this, my soul, should be
Unprisoned from its earthly bond,
Time could not count its markless flight
Beyond that star, beyond!
By Sara Teasdale
Arcturus brings the spring back
As surely now as when
He rose on eastern islands
For Grecian girls and men;
The twilight is as clear a blue,
The star as shaken and as bright,
And the same thought he gave to them
He gives to me to-night.
By John B. Tabb
Sighed the languid Moon to the Morning Star:
“O little maid, how late you are!”
“I couldn’t rise from my couch,” quoth she,
“While the Man-in-the-Moon was looking at me.”
The Stars Are Blinking
By Annette Wynne
The stars are blinking in the skies;
They see some sights that hurt their eyes;
And sometimes they are very sad—
O let’s be good and make them glad!
By Madison Cawein
These—the bright symbols of man’s hope and fame,
In which he reads his blessing or his curse—
Are syllables with which God speaks his name
In the vast utterance of the universe.
“The Starry Midnight Whispers”
The starry midnight whispers,
As I muse before the fire
On the ashes of ambition
And the embers of desire,
“Life has no other logic,
And time no other creed,
Than: ‘I for joy will follow.
Where thou for love dost lead!'”
‘Stars, I Have Seen Them Fall’.
A. E. Housman
Stars, I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.
The toil of all that be
Helps not the primal fault;
It rains into the sea,
And still the sea is salt.
‘Ah Moon And Star!’
By Emily Dickinson,
Ah, Moon—and Star!
You are very far—
But were no one
Farther than you—
Do you think I’d stop
For a Firmament—
Or a Cubit—or so …
By John Keats,
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors …
‘The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature’s Hand’.
The stars are mansions built by Nature’s hand,
And, haply, there the spirits of the blest
Dwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal vest;
Huge Ocean shows, within his yellow strand,
A habitation marvellously planned,
For life to occupy in love and rest …
I saw a star fall in the night,
And a grey moth touched my cheek;
Such majesty immortals have,
Such pity for the weak.
My Little Star
By Annette Wynne
My little star lives very high;
I almost lose it in the sky,
Because there are so many others,
Sisters, cousins, aunts and brothers;
All beside it looking down
In the windows of our town;
But my star is mine alone,
I shall keep it for my own,
Keep it where it lives so high
In its corner of the sky;
Other children, take the rest,
This small star I’ll love the best.
This is all about star poems.