#stardust sonnets

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Can I pls request a poem based on the quote, 'I smiled at the abyss and the abyss smiled back?' The plot is urs.

Trapeze

A/N: Ohohoho,Anon, my darling, when I tell you I had fun with this! I'll admit, this probably isn't what you expected given the quote you chose and I mayyyy have lost the plot just a little, but nevertheless, I loved this request and thank you so, so much for sending it in! Haha! I really hope you enjoy! Author(s): Pascal Casimir. Genre: Poetry. Warnings: None. Word count: 266

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There lies a trapeze hanging over an abyss,

The souls around us scream something is amiss.

Masks of smiles and cheers hide a crude warning.

Surely the crowd can’t already be mourning?

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Blocking out their cries, there’s only one thing left to do.

Would the souls really mind if I bid them adieu?

Keeping them happy was always such a bother…

As my mask cracks, thoughts threaten to smother.

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The leap, the choice, the plunge into the darkness.

The void I had assumed was so utterly sparkless

Cried out to me in a desperate plea.

“Join me please, I will set you free!”

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Falling faster and harder never crashing down below.

A test of fate, of will, of everything I- no we had sown.

Will we make it? Will we break it? Did we ever have a chance?

Ha! No point in fretting, so would you join me for this dance?

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His hand grasped my own and we’re lost in the flow,

Our souls in sync, a silent shrieking crescendo.

No need for words in this tender embrace,

For nothing warms me like his starlit face.

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But alas, like always, the interlude must come to an end,

Back to the spotlight, where masks we must mend again,

Yet in the parting glance, we formed a wordless pact,

For in the abyss, I found a partner, freedom intact.

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Swinging back up, it’s not the end, I know this.

The masked souls gasping, cheering, throwing me roses.

So as I stand before the souls, hereby ending my “act”.

I smiled at the abyss, and the abyss smiled back.

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Voting ended onApr 16, 2024

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Hi Connor/Pascal! How are you guys? Can I please request like a really, soft and feelsy poem? Idk how to describe it, but I want something dreamy, tender, n nostalgic and with a very soft feel to it pls!!!

-🌸 Anon!!!

Strawberry Clouds

A/N: Greetings, 🌸 Anon! I don't think we've seen you around, so we offer you our warmest welcome! Thank you so much for your request. This poem was a breath of fresh air for me (Connor) to write and it enabled me to step out of my comfort zone. I hope you enjoy! Author(s): Connor Dean. Genre: Poetry. Warnings: None. Word count: 128.

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In fields of dreams where time unwinds,

Cotton streaks the azure skies,

Their sweetness whispers secrets kind,

As day's last breath in silence dies.

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A warm aroma fills the air,

As clouds of sweetness, beyond compare,

Drift and sway without a care,

In the realm where wisps of dreams repair.

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A pastel canvas, gently kissed,

By sunlit rays, in dawn's midst.

Each stroke a tale of hope unfurled,

In rosy hues, our souls are twirled.

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Upon the horizon, they dance and sway,

Painting the heavens in hues of the day,

Soft whispers of bliss in every array,

Guiding us gently where dreams give way.

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And as the evening gently falls,

And stars emerge from hidden shrouds,

In twilight's embrace, the world enthrals,

Beneath the gaze of Strawberry Clouds.

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Voting ended onMar 24, 2024

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Phantom Friendos

A/N Day 9 of attempting poetry. This poem goes out to my spoopy friendo @rachi-roo I hope you all enjoy! Genre: Poetry. Warnings: None. Word Count: 126

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Through empty corridors, the pair would glide,

Side by side, as friends confide,

Their laughter echoed through the cool night air,

An eerie sound, yet tender and rare.

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In moonlit fields, they'd softly roam,

Amongst the gravestones, where they call home

In solitude together, they'd find their peace,

Their spectral souls happily released.

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In twilight's embrace, they'd gently sway,

Like wisps of mist in disarray,

Their spirits bound, forever entwined,

Two friendly ghosts, eternally kind.

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One was a ghost of whispers soft,

The other, a ghost of laughter aloft.

Together they weaved a tapestry bright,

Of spectral dreams, shimmering light.

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So, if you walk through ghostly sights,

Amidst the darkness, where day turns night,

Listen closely, and you might just see,

Two friendly ghosts, a bond set free :)

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A Trickster's Grin

A/N Day 8 of attempting poetry. Why on Earth did I write this? I'm supposed to be studying... My mind was fuzzy, clouded by thoughts of whatever this is XD. I hope you all enjoy! Genre: Poetry. Warnings: None. Word Count: 157

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There lies a man whose smile casts a spell.

In the realm of mischief and wonder, he dwells.

Jesting and sharp, his mind is a maze,

He draws people near in a silver-tongued haze.

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His smile, a riddle, an enigmatic tease,

A puzzle box of secrets, crafted with ease.

It curls upon his lips, mischievous and sly,

Inviting you to ponder, to question why.

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His smile, a whisp of tantalizing allure,

Drawing you in, making your senses endure.

It lingers in memory, an echo of delight,

A testament to a man both sharp and bright.

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His smile, a weapon, a cunning disguise,

Masking the genius within his guise.

But those who pay heed to his playful expression,

Unlock a world, full of wit and confession.

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There lies a man whose smile casts a spell,

Intelligent and cunning, his mischief compels.

So, if you dare to enter his intriguing domain,

His smile will bewitch you, again and again.

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The Coin's Dichotomy

A/N Day 2 of attempting poetry, I hope you all enjoy!

Genre: Poetry.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 117

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In the realm where shadows dance with light,

A profound truth emerges, gleaming bright.

Death and life entwined, an eternal bind,

Two sides of a coin, in harmony they find.

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From the cradle to the grave, life unfolds,

Moments of joy and tales yet untold.

But with each breath, the hourglass turns,

Embracing mortality, the flame that burns.

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For death, though feared, reveals a deeper hue,

A passage to eternity, where souls renew.

In darkness lies the promise of rebirth,

A cosmic rhythm, bound to Mother Earth.

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So let us embrace this paradoxical sight,

Death and life intertwined, like day and night.

In this delicate balance, our souls find solace,

Knowing that both spectrums grace life's palace.

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Heyy, ya'll!

I'm feeling a lil sad, just a little lost, you know? Can I please request a poem about not really feeling... like a person? I don't know if that makes sense, hehe. Thanks, guys, love ya'll!

-🌸 nonnie!

A Stranger To This World

A/N: Greetings, 🌸 Anon! I'm so sorry to hear you're feeling like this. Your request makes perfect sense, don't worry. I thik this is something many people struggle with at least once in their lives, so you are not alone and I hope this poem makes you *feel* less alone. I hope you enjoy! Author(s): Connor Dean. Genre: Poetry. Warnings: Nothing expressly triggering, but if you're in a very fragile place right now, you might want to avoid this if this kind of content does not make you feel better. Word count: 153 words.

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I am a stranger to this world,

a spectre drifting through the wind.

its well-lit streets and shadowed alleys,

echo a laughter I can't quite remember.

Just a whisper lost in the cacophony.

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I am a ghost in my own skin,

trapped between dreams and waking,

each dawn a new unfamiliarity,

each dusk a quiet departure,

as if I never truly belonged.

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I am an alien in this flesh,

an actor miscast in a role,

reciting lines I never wrote,

chasing applause that feels hollow,

a performance of living I don’t understand.

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I am a refugee in my own mind,

seeking asylum from my thoughts,

a nomad of emotions,

each feeling, a distant shore,

each tear, a sea I cannot cross.

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I am a stranger to this world,

where smiles are foreign languages,

and love is an undiscovered land,

a traveller stranded in my own heart,

searching for a home that doesn’t exist.

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Voting ended onJul 18, 2024

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Stardust Sonnets Masterlist

Welcome to our Stardust Sonnets Masterlist! AKA a collection of all our poetry pieces. Happy reading! Red title - Written by Connor Blue title - written by Pascal Purple title - written by both ....................................................

A Lunar Lullaby

The Coin's Dichotomy

The Love That Binds

The Piano Man

Chess-bound: He and I

A Trickster's Grin

Phantom Friendos

Words of a Child

Whispers of Dispair

A Checkers Lament

Glory to The Fallen

Chess-Bound: He and I; The Second Instalment

Chess-Bound: He and I; The Final Instalment

I'm back~!

Strawberry Clouds

Trapeze

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Stardust Sonnet requests are OPEN!

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Inside

A/N: 🫁 Anon, it is a pleasure to meet you! Thank you so much for your request and for answering my clarifications and follow-up questions after you sent this in. As far as I'm aware, neither Pascal nor I have posted anything like this (with the exception of Coccoon Man) in poetry form. Due to the nature of this request, I shall place it under the cut. I do apologize in advance for the simplicity of this poem, but nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!

Author(s): Connor Dean.

Genre: Poetry.

Warnings: Gore, slight body horror, imagery that some may find disturbing. You have been warned.

Word count: 170

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In the bowels of flesh, a grotesque theatre,

Where organs throb, a morbid feature,

Each beat of the heart, a hammering plea,

In this chamber of secrets, no reprieve can be.

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Veins, like serpents, coil and constrict,

Their pulsing rhythm, a relentless afflict,

Through sinewy paths, they twist and writhe,

In a dance of agony, where death is alive.

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Skin, a canvas stretched taut and thin,

Where every pore oozes with visceral sin,

Each pore a gateway to madness untold,

In this tapestry of torment, the darkness unfolds.

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Eyes, hollow sockets, devoid of light,

In their depths, thin shadows pulse and fight

reflecting the void where nightmares breed,

In this realm of despair, where souls will bleed.

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Limbs contorted, twisted in pain,

Each joint a knot, a relentless chain,

In this contorted flesh, ego reigns supreme,

A nightmare incarnate, a tormenting dream.

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Waves of crimson bleed endless pleasure.

A symphony of screams that one cannot measure.

For in the recesses of this tortured frame,

Lies the horror thou shalt not name.

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Voting ended onApr 17, 2024