Five-pointed Star - Flags

Flags

Further information: Star (heraldry)

Five-pointed stars are found on many flags, generally in solid form, although some, such as the flag of New Zealand, have a different-coloured outline. The pentagram appears on only two national flags, those of Ethiopia and Morocco.

Five-pointed stars appear on the flag and in the heraldic symbolism of the United States. In the U.S. context, the stars allegedly symbolize the heavens. They stand in contrast to the vexillologically rarer seven-pointed stars, such as those used in the flag of Australia.

  • Flag of Algeria

  • Flag of Australia

  • Flag of Bosnia and Herzegovina

  • Flag of Brazil

  • Flag of Cape Verde

  • Flag of Chile

  • Flag of China

  • Esperanto flag

  • Flag of Ethiopia

  • Flag of the European Union

  • Flag of Ghana

  • Flag of Grenada

  • Flag of Liberia

  • Flag of Morocco

  • Flag of New Zealand

  • Flag of North Korea

  • Flag of Pakistan

  • Flag of Panama

  • Flag of the Philippines

  • Flag of Singapore

  • Flag of the Solomon Islands

  • Flag of Somalia

  • Flag of Tunisia

  • Flag of Turkey

  • Flag of the United States

  • Flag of Vietnam

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