The light was blinding. It poured out from every crevice, every hollow. He didn’t know where he was, but he understood the beauty of the place almost immediately. He understood it because he felt a part of it.
Christina
The expansive windows in the condo are keeping me sane. There’s not a fab skyline view of the city, but there’s lots of sky. Sometimes blue, sometimes gray but always big and, well, celestial.
Marcia Imbrescia
celestial sky, a slum of stars, a plaster of light, quiet New York state mountainside, where the air is fresh as the water, you can see through the glassy pond where the dogs just dived.
The celestial being came down to the earth. Unknown to those around her she began her work. The flowers needed color and the butterflies needed it too.
Sarah
Celestial reminds me of the stars, which reminds me of Terraria. ;D
Devlin leaned back on his chair and stared with his mouth agape at the domed ceiling of the planetarium and thought it nothing short of spectacular as it displayed a breathtaking performance of celestial bodies and vast galaxies dancing around each other in calm, but sometimes fervent movements that he can only best describe as “majestic chaos,” he whispers almost incoherently. He looks around. No one’s heard him. Whew. He takes a big gulp and watches the rest of the show in silence.
His eyes sparkled with the celestial features of the stars.
Juliet
their skin seemed to glow from the inside, a haze of golden shimmer surrounding their entire being. delicate feet crossed each other, suspended over the ground, toes curling as they flung their head backwards.
with wings spread wide from each shoulder, light exploded from every crevice, every pore. as the sparkling dust began to settle, they opened their golden eyes and gazed into my soul.
When talking about clestial we talk about god up in the heavens. He the almighty who takes care of us and believes in us is the only one who can judge us. He listens when no one else does and will
alec
The stars, that’s what it reminds me of. There is nothing more beautiful, in my opinion, than the stars. Except maybe the love of your life. That’s why I believe that this word “celestial” could be an accurate adjective to describe your lover.
Isaiah Leiva
to be a celestial being is to live in the stars. to live in the stars is to be in the sky. to be in the sky is to be above all else. to be above all else puts you in a celestial place. By being in a celestial place you are at the forefront of a new frontier. this allows you to move forward.
Logan Joldersma
The stars are celestial beings. They are regal and proud, hanging in the night sky like gems on a chandelier. Each speck of light on the velvety black sky reminds me of just how small I am. Of just how big the universe is, and how inconsequential tomorrow will be.
i have no idea what that word means. my english teacher would tell me the definitiion if i asked her, but then she sould get mad because it took class time. and everyone else would be man because they could care less what this word means, but i care. so what does it mean?? is my 60 seconds over yet?? im running out of things to say..
leeanna
I couldn’t help but smile. I felt light and pure love curl around me. My eyes had been closed. I was scared. Not anymore, I had made it home.
Annee
Light mixes with clouds to create a surreal tornado of colour. It looks soft, yet is nothing but moisture condensing in the air. To the touch it would be cool, but to the eye it looks as if it is on fire, burning salmon pink as the sun rises.
i have no clue what tyhis word means but it sounds like a disease and i dont really like it. Why have complicated words when they could probably be simplified. So dumb. but maybe im wrong. I dont know. Maybe its something with history….
Rachael
Chuck Norris couldn’t handle this. The giant monster came out of the sky like some shooting star, except this time it landed on my front lawn. Now, I’ve seen a lot of celestial anomalies, but this was just something else.
The star fell out of the sky before he could even wonder what it was. It slammed into his dog house, and he thanked his lucky stars that Dug wasn’t in there at the time- Haha, lucky stars…
It was a celestial phenomenon, singular.
Palak
The sky is always different here – rarely pure blue and clouds scattered across the heavens. But we hardly see the stars in the city either so
everything about space, all the planets, stars and nebulas. everything that the eye can see and touch with minds. things that humans havent even explored yet distant galaxy, the cosmos
aamin
Lying on her back, she could see only the stars. It was the last thing she would ever see. Everyone else had left her already. They didn’t want to see her die under the full moon. Of course if they knew why, they might have stayed but they didn’t. All they knew was she was holding a gun to her own head, and it scared them. So she looked at the celestial sky, and pulled the trigger.
Lying on her back, she could see only the stars. It was the last thing she would ever see. Everyone else had left her already. They didn’t want to see her die under the full moon. Of course if they knew why, they might have stayed but they didn’t. All they knew was she was holding a gun to her own head, and it scared them. So she looked at the celestial sky, and pu
I am nothing but a celestial figment of your imagination. The artificial nebulae pulsing out throbbing ribbons of code. The data infused within the nectar of the gods. The gods that happen to simply be more superior in computer make-up. There is always a hierarchy within the system. Some have better designs than others.
Don’t worry about being erased. There is no plug to be pulled. There is merely the endless existence crafted by the frazzled minds of geniuses, and you cannot run away from the end product.
Belinda Roddie
In this celestial festival we call home, I study and admire your dome. I stole the neighbor’s garden gnome late one night just for you. What else could I do? You loved it. We painted it red and told the guests it was our tribute to Satan. We loved it.
Emma
after life, depending on how we acted and how we treated the atonement of jesus christ, we can be placed in three different kingdoms. the best? celestial. we can receive a celestial body and be with heavenly father again.
-lds, the church of jesus christ of latter-day saints
whippedcreamroses
She descended the stairs with the grace of Grace Kelly.
Her aura shone throughout the room,
And there was not a single eye that was not on her
(Except for Pete’s but he lost it in a crossbow mishap).
I couldn’t catch my breath anymore than the others in the room,
And we all dropped to the ground, gasping for air.
Her celestial beauty killed us all.
And Pete walked away with the prize.
Well i dont know what this word is so butterflies rainbows and ponies ice creambis good to eat with a melody. Melody loud afar melody close near and rawr… this poem sucks i already know send me more words that i actually know.
liz masterson
Something beyond this world. Something that we can only dream about until we find it. Something that makes you believe that there is a God. Makes it hard to believe that we all just happened by chance. Makes you wonder.
Felicia Burke
Celestial is a word about the sky. It can pertain to heaven, or the sky. Celestial beings are the beings who live in the sky. Some people believe in them. Some don’t. I like to think they exist. But I am not really sure
Patrick Todd
Heaven has it’s stars made of men, cosmos of galactic knowledge embedded in a small planet on the milkey way bar of sweet life. It erupts as a crumb from a bread tossed to the mouse in the corner.
I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT IS?
COOL
WIERD
BLUE?
OCEAN
PRETTY
FUN
BORING
MAGICAL
CELERY
ISLAND
COLORS
I THINK OF BLUE
Xiomarie Mendoza
i could write but what would i say
anything celestial sounds so forced
so i’ll waste my time and doddle away.
watching the clock till it’s done.
anna
Are we celestial bodies? Are celestial bodies even truly a thing? Maybe we’re simply one step in a constantly evolving chain of increasingly advanced bodies. Maybe reincarnation is the right idea, but slightly off. Maybe our past lives we were insects, and our next lives we will be gods. I don’t know, you don’t know, but one day… we will all find out.
i have no idea what this word means. it sounds rather out-of-spacey like extra-terrestrial. but it also sounds quite a bit like a type of design or something of that sort. eclectic?
Kirsty Schlemmer
Out here in the suburbs, I have my celestial moments, coming home from
teaching at night with only the streetlights and a yellow-lit window, I can see a
smattering of stars, maybe planets. I stand still and look up, the vast dark sky
casts a blanket over me with its twinkling sparks.
I learned celestral nagivation on a long sailing trip with a nearly blind alcoholic French man I barely knew. I wanted a change and when he invited me to sail across the Pacific with him I said Yes. I slept with him, of course. When we sat inside the boat he had made mostly by hand and showed me the map of the places he had been I was helpless to say No to any of it. He frightened me often and I finally left the boat in Fiji to fly home to San Francisco. I will never forget the sky and how it could tell me exactly where on Earth I was if I had a sextant and a calculator.
Lisa
Lighting up the sky
Golden and turquoise orbs
Celestial illumination
Stars in incandescent, iridescent perfection
What am I writing? Can I make this coherent?
The light was blinding. It poured out from every crevice, every hollow. He didn’t know where he was, but he understood the beauty of the place almost immediately. He understood it because he felt a part of it.
The expansive windows in the condo are keeping me sane. There’s not a fab skyline view of the city, but there’s lots of sky. Sometimes blue, sometimes gray but always big and, well, celestial.
celestial sky, a slum of stars, a plaster of light, quiet New York state mountainside, where the air is fresh as the water, you can see through the glassy pond where the dogs just dived.
The celestial being came down to the earth. Unknown to those around her she began her work. The flowers needed color and the butterflies needed it too.
Celestial reminds me of the stars, which reminds me of Terraria. ;D
Devlin leaned back on his chair and stared with his mouth agape at the domed ceiling of the planetarium and thought it nothing short of spectacular as it displayed a breathtaking performance of celestial bodies and vast galaxies dancing around each other in calm, but sometimes fervent movements that he can only best describe as “majestic chaos,” he whispers almost incoherently. He looks around. No one’s heard him. Whew. He takes a big gulp and watches the rest of the show in silence.
His eyes sparkled with the celestial features of the stars.
their skin seemed to glow from the inside, a haze of golden shimmer surrounding their entire being. delicate feet crossed each other, suspended over the ground, toes curling as they flung their head backwards.
with wings spread wide from each shoulder, light exploded from every crevice, every pore. as the sparkling dust began to settle, they opened their golden eyes and gazed into my soul.
When talking about clestial we talk about god up in the heavens. He the almighty who takes care of us and believes in us is the only one who can judge us. He listens when no one else does and will
The stars, that’s what it reminds me of. There is nothing more beautiful, in my opinion, than the stars. Except maybe the love of your life. That’s why I believe that this word “celestial” could be an accurate adjective to describe your lover.
to be a celestial being is to live in the stars. to live in the stars is to be in the sky. to be in the sky is to be above all else. to be above all else puts you in a celestial place. By being in a celestial place you are at the forefront of a new frontier. this allows you to move forward.
The stars are celestial beings. They are regal and proud, hanging in the night sky like gems on a chandelier. Each speck of light on the velvety black sky reminds me of just how small I am. Of just how big the universe is, and how inconsequential tomorrow will be.
i have no idea what that word means. my english teacher would tell me the definitiion if i asked her, but then she sould get mad because it took class time. and everyone else would be man because they could care less what this word means, but i care. so what does it mean?? is my 60 seconds over yet?? im running out of things to say..
I couldn’t help but smile. I felt light and pure love curl around me. My eyes had been closed. I was scared. Not anymore, I had made it home.
Light mixes with clouds to create a surreal tornado of colour. It looks soft, yet is nothing but moisture condensing in the air. To the touch it would be cool, but to the eye it looks as if it is on fire, burning salmon pink as the sun rises.
i have no clue what tyhis word means but it sounds like a disease and i dont really like it. Why have complicated words when they could probably be simplified. So dumb. but maybe im wrong. I dont know. Maybe its something with history….
Chuck Norris couldn’t handle this. The giant monster came out of the sky like some shooting star, except this time it landed on my front lawn. Now, I’ve seen a lot of celestial anomalies, but this was just something else.
I told my dog all about it.
The star fell out of the sky before he could even wonder what it was. It slammed into his dog house, and he thanked his lucky stars that Dug wasn’t in there at the time- Haha, lucky stars…
It was a celestial phenomenon, singular.
The sky is always different here – rarely pure blue and clouds scattered across the heavens. But we hardly see the stars in the city either so
everything about space, all the planets, stars and nebulas. everything that the eye can see and touch with minds. things that humans havent even explored yet distant galaxy, the cosmos
Lying on her back, she could see only the stars. It was the last thing she would ever see. Everyone else had left her already. They didn’t want to see her die under the full moon. Of course if they knew why, they might have stayed but they didn’t. All they knew was she was holding a gun to her own head, and it scared them. So she looked at the celestial sky, and pulled the trigger.
i dont like this word
Lying on her back, she could see only the stars. It was the last thing she would ever see. Everyone else had left her already. They didn’t want to see her die under the full moon. Of course if they knew why, they might have stayed but they didn’t. All they knew was she was holding a gun to her own head, and it scared them. So she looked at the celestial sky, and pu
I am nothing but a celestial figment of your imagination. The artificial nebulae pulsing out throbbing ribbons of code. The data infused within the nectar of the gods. The gods that happen to simply be more superior in computer make-up. There is always a hierarchy within the system. Some have better designs than others.
Don’t worry about being erased. There is no plug to be pulled. There is merely the endless existence crafted by the frazzled minds of geniuses, and you cannot run away from the end product.
In this celestial festival we call home, I study and admire your dome. I stole the neighbor’s garden gnome late one night just for you. What else could I do? You loved it. We painted it red and told the guests it was our tribute to Satan. We loved it.
after life, depending on how we acted and how we treated the atonement of jesus christ, we can be placed in three different kingdoms. the best? celestial. we can receive a celestial body and be with heavenly father again.
-lds, the church of jesus christ of latter-day saints
She descended the stairs with the grace of Grace Kelly.
Her aura shone throughout the room,
And there was not a single eye that was not on her
(Except for Pete’s but he lost it in a crossbow mishap).
I couldn’t catch my breath anymore than the others in the room,
And we all dropped to the ground, gasping for air.
Her celestial beauty killed us all.
And Pete walked away with the prize.
Well i dont know what this word is so butterflies rainbows and ponies ice creambis good to eat with a melody. Melody loud afar melody close near and rawr… this poem sucks i already know send me more words that i actually know.
Something beyond this world. Something that we can only dream about until we find it. Something that makes you believe that there is a God. Makes it hard to believe that we all just happened by chance. Makes you wonder.
Celestial is a word about the sky. It can pertain to heaven, or the sky. Celestial beings are the beings who live in the sky. Some people believe in them. Some don’t. I like to think they exist. But I am not really sure
Heaven has it’s stars made of men, cosmos of galactic knowledge embedded in a small planet on the milkey way bar of sweet life. It erupts as a crumb from a bread tossed to the mouse in the corner.
I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT IS?
COOL
WIERD
BLUE?
OCEAN
PRETTY
FUN
BORING
MAGICAL
CELERY
ISLAND
COLORS
I THINK OF BLUE
i could write but what would i say
anything celestial sounds so forced
so i’ll waste my time and doddle away.
watching the clock till it’s done.
Are we celestial bodies? Are celestial bodies even truly a thing? Maybe we’re simply one step in a constantly evolving chain of increasingly advanced bodies. Maybe reincarnation is the right idea, but slightly off. Maybe our past lives we were insects, and our next lives we will be gods. I don’t know, you don’t know, but one day… we will all find out.
celestial song in celestial kingdom
i have no idea what this word means. it sounds rather out-of-spacey like extra-terrestrial. but it also sounds quite a bit like a type of design or something of that sort. eclectic?
Out here in the suburbs, I have my celestial moments, coming home from
teaching at night with only the streetlights and a yellow-lit window, I can see a
smattering of stars, maybe planets. I stand still and look up, the vast dark sky
casts a blanket over me with its twinkling sparks.
all we really know
is the left over
celestial light
our eyes were
made to see
I learned celestral nagivation on a long sailing trip with a nearly blind alcoholic French man I barely knew. I wanted a change and when he invited me to sail across the Pacific with him I said Yes. I slept with him, of course. When we sat inside the boat he had made mostly by hand and showed me the map of the places he had been I was helpless to say No to any of it. He frightened me often and I finally left the boat in Fiji to fly home to San Francisco. I will never forget the sky and how it could tell me exactly where on Earth I was if I had a sextant and a calculator.
Lighting up the sky
Golden and turquoise orbs
Celestial illumination
Stars in incandescent, iridescent perfection
What am I writing? Can I make this coherent?