Fantastic!

yes, Willow, I will walk with you and everyone here wherever the trail may go. Incredible, inspiring write, and much needed read on this first day of the poetic year!

with heartfelt thanks
Clay

hello beautiful Willow this is very uplifting the current climate of fear is getting to me I fear a lot…this put my mind at peace❤️

This is such a beautiful song. Very powerful and you are absolutely right, we need community. Thank you for this.

Brilliantly penned, Willow. Now that’s a bonfire! Excellent lyrics with an amazing musical arrangement. Really liked the drums in this my friend. That third stanza worked as a bridge, I really loved the build to that moment, the bridge brought it all home. It was also the heaviest part of the song with the drums working like exclamation points to your words. When my brother was a drummer in a certain band, I often referred to him as: “The Human Exclamation Point.” Drummers help put emphasis on lyrics in my opinion. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

This feels like walking alongside the poem itself—hand in hand through both shadow and light. I love how it turns struggle into hope, and hope into a quiet, unshakable victory.

Yes I will walk together with you and in hand, dear Willow, and burn yesterday’s pain to substitute it with new hope which you inspire so brilliantly with this masterpiece!

The unifying spirit of this song reaches beyond the soul. Very beautiful.

Much respect

Naaj

Awwwwwwww nice!
This is like sugar for day old coffee, making it tolerable. Like a rare seashell after the bombardment of the ocean’s waves.
Thank you for this treasure of a poem. It’s a gem.

This is not only poetry but something else beside .. I could probably both read and listen to it pretty much round the clock .. Neville 😎💛⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐🌻👍

I’ve been feeling this much myself of late. There’s a sense of division, of isolation, being forced upon us daily. The atrocities come so fast and so hard we can barely catch a breath before the next hits. We have this vast universe available to us in the internet. And it’s that very universe that’s locking us away from each other – ironic, that. It takes conscious movement to stay connected with each other and our humanity. But it’s taking a toll. I love that you repeat that verse of needing to just go home. Enough is enough, we’re tired. Brilliant write, my friend

hello Damian this one hurts on a personal level my son in part duing to poverty and hopelessness drank himself to death at 37 he just wanted to be able to get his kids school clothes and other necessites I helplwssy watched on being relegated to poverty because of my poor mental health I fear a lot in this climate where people are driven to desparte meaure great write ❤️

Well, this being the first write of the year, you started out with a mic drop moment. We all must go home eventually, but before then, when are we going to come together and help each other? We do stay separated, and those who try to connect get accused of having a hidden agenda when all they want is connection. A sense that they are not alone. This is so good cuz.

This speaks of the poor, the homeless, to me. Getting them help is like jumping through hoops. The wealthy stay rich and ignore them. Those in power are absent. The government make promises, and forget them. Life in the real world is a gauntlet to be navigated. And so it goes….

There’s a raw, unflinching pulse here—I can feel the ache in each line, the weight of life bending the soul. The repetition of that fatigue hits hard, making the reader live every step of the weariness and isolation. Very powerful.

Your brilliance and talents shine in this very powerful & well written piece. Raw, revealing and so very real. Nice work Damian. Happy New Year!

This is excellent Damian & what’s more, I have been thinking along very similar lines .. Ragged & real just as it should be ..

This strikes us all to the core, unfortunately. it’s like we are skirting the line of endtimes. Every day I check to see if the next big war has broken out. When it does, America is in for a rude awakening. Obviously, the biggest complaint will be the even higher costs of living, and not the loss of life. Values are askew.
Your write is a keen testament to this all. We the people will be pawns, still.
Excellent visionary write, Damian.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. You can indeed learn a lot from observing I totally agree, and speak from experience. Happy New Year my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

If I were happy all the time, I would not be part of this world either. Very introspective piece. Happy New Year.

Your words and message have so much more meaning then what we sometimes see on the surface. Here Brenda, you capture such truths and realities all into one poem. Exquisite!

Happy New Years! 🌼

Happy New year lovely one ❤️

Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend, and a heartfelt message that spreads good cheer to all. Happy New Year cuz! May 2026 be a prosperous journey in life and creativity for us all and as a community. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

A collection of lost pens arrived here. A community was borne of that collective. It takes many stars to light the skies, and many kinds. Happy New Year!

I’m glad you are here and in charge, Fia. This turned out to be a great site. May all who visit this star leave with a wish to always come back again.

I love how this starts as a simple falling rock and transforms into a star carrying a message. There’s a sweet, gentle wonder in your lines, and I like the way you celebrate all the shades of life while tipping a hat to Stars Rite. It feels heartfelt and luminous—like a small gift to readers.

Your words convey a valuable message, and with poetic flair. How admirable, too, that you include us all.

Without you Fia, this place would be like many other poetry sites…BORING! You’ve done so well with creating and giving your all into starsrite. May your 2026 be a healthy & happy one! xo

You help make it worthwhile, dear Fia. Your efforts are noticed and appreciated. As well as your creative additions.
Happy New Year!

Cleverly penned, Wally. Excellent write my friend. You had a couple of typo’s:

“Thus, I take up this quill and spill the ink to past the time” I think you mean “pass”

“Bu it’s fitting” this is the other.

Appreciate you

Damian

Thanks for the heads up Damian. I’m a little rusty since I’m just getting back to writing.
Always appreciate your feedback sir. Hope you have a great new year!

The Cailleach’s time of year is indeed a difficult one for many of us, my friend. When the sky refuses to wear that magnetic blue I love, I regrettably find myself “Winter Whining” as well haha. Your writing style and images here are akin to a cheekier Robert Louis Stevenson. Thank you for superbly poetizing your winter woes!

Clay

Oh boy, do I relate to this one! I would say spring is coming, but there’s 2 things about that…allergies if it does come; and no guarantee it will. We’ve talked our environment to the point that nothing is solid and predictable. I totally get this one

I wait everyday for just a peak at the sun I get depressed on the grey days great write ❤️

Dear W,

A very relatable write. I hate having to get up in sections to make sure I don’t injure something in the process. And when did my nose become a faucet?? I wish I’d invested in tissue stock. Great to see you and Happy New Year! H 🌷