missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:33pm
Yesterday 9:33pm
Mad At The Moon
Me, and the moon
Have a kind of
On, off relationship
Which really drives me mad
One Day
When the moon's not looking
I'll catch it
When it least expects
In the palms of my hairy hands
Then snuff
My blackened candles
Don my dark robes
Paint a twisted smile
Upon my fair face
Run outside my ramshackle home
And simply
Howl at it
"i used to be a werewolf
But i'm alright NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!"
by Jemia
Have a kind of
On, off relationship
Which really drives me mad
One Day
When the moon's not looking
I'll catch it
When it least expects
In the palms of my hairy hands
Then snuff
My blackened candles
Don my dark robes
Paint a twisted smile
Upon my fair face
Run outside my ramshackle home
And simply
Howl at it
"i used to be a werewolf
But i'm alright NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!"
by Jemia
#dark
#moon
#funny #curse
#funny #curse
12 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:39pm
Yesterday 8:39pm
Good Vibrations
Tiny planet, and accessory moon,
You are not masters of the universe
And you can barely even hear the tune
In which the heavens commonly immerse;
A veritable sea of vibration...
Rocking and rolling lifeboat orbs and globes
In electromagnetic conflation
Barely detectable to our probes,
But nevertheless extant and real
And neatly dubbed "The Music of The Spheres"...
An appellation with great appeal
To skyward visionary sonneteers...
Who swapped their old telescopes long ago
To focus on heavenly audio!
You are not masters of the universe
And you can barely even hear the tune
In which the heavens commonly immerse;
A veritable sea of vibration...
Rocking and rolling lifeboat orbs and globes
In electromagnetic conflation
Barely detectable to our probes,
But nevertheless extant and real
And neatly dubbed "The Music of The Spheres"...
An appellation with great appeal
To skyward visionary sonneteers...
Who swapped their old telescopes long ago
To focus on heavenly audio!
#earth
#universe
#moon #astronomy
#moon #astronomy
25 reads
5 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:08am
Yesterday 5:08am
As the moon
My Love,
again I long for you
As often as I miss you
Through the moments of the days
(And nights)
Sometimes desire comes so softly creeping
On padded silent paws
prowling through my mind
Purring memories and musings
as you crept subtly into my life and heart
so many years (and lives) ago
At other times you come,
passion pouncing
prompting gasps and skipped heart-beats
The craving stronger
Crashing through my nerves and muscles
Washes over through me
As if your skin were touching mine
Though you are...
again I long for you
As often as I miss you
Through the moments of the days
(And nights)
Sometimes desire comes so softly creeping
On padded silent paws
prowling through my mind
Purring memories and musings
as you crept subtly into my life and heart
so many years (and lives) ago
At other times you come,
passion pouncing
prompting gasps and skipped heart-beats
The craving stronger
Crashing through my nerves and muscles
Washes over through me
As if your skin were touching mine
Though you are...
#moon
#ForbiddenLove
22 reads
faithmairee
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 6:27pm
11th Aug 2022 6:27pm
I Worship The Night Sky
And nothing more
Except for you
Full moon
Half moon
It's never really
Mattered to me.
What does count
Is the moon shines
For you and I
The stars dance
Up in the sky
Bowing below
A moon washed sky
I wonder if
You're thinking of me
And missing me tonight
Except for you
Full moon
Half moon
It's never really
Mattered to me.
What does count
Is the moon shines
For you and I
The stars dance
Up in the sky
Bowing below
A moon washed sky
I wonder if
You're thinking of me
And missing me tonight
#dreams
#moon
#night
41 reads
6 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 5:28pm
11th Aug 2022 5:28pm
The Days
Yesterday I was no more
than a house sparrow,
wire claws, swollen size,
wings baying to branches
without disturbing leaves.
Yesterday I was hidden,
a hut in snowfell Canada,
harvested forest fire
razing in my chest,
the guitar of a frozen,
beloved boy
played there,
as he did when we
were nineteen.
Yesterday I was a handpan
beneath pale fingers
floating on a Man'o'war sea.
I was a man'o'war
not long before.
Today I no longer
push wings from my spine cracks.
I no longer steal myself ...
than a house sparrow,
wire claws, swollen size,
wings baying to branches
without disturbing leaves.
Yesterday I was hidden,
a hut in snowfell Canada,
harvested forest fire
razing in my chest,
the guitar of a frozen,
beloved boy
played there,
as he did when we
were nineteen.
Yesterday I was a handpan
beneath pale fingers
floating on a Man'o'war sea.
I was a man'o'war
not long before.
Today I no longer
push wings from my spine cracks.
I no longer steal myself ...
#moon
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
30 reads
1 Comment
PoetWarrior
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 9:32am
11th Aug 2022 9:32am
addressed to the moon.
moon who bobs on corrugated seas,
moon who decants caesuras and alchemy,
moon lacquered with counterfeit warmth,
hard candy shell and soft center;
moon, what matter is your romance without her?
i am alone and she carries everything i love.
[yet, I must still take you home on my back]
tedefrobertsİ2021
from making love a verb
moon who decants caesuras and alchemy,
moon lacquered with counterfeit warmth,
hard candy shell and soft center;
moon, what matter is your romance without her?
i am alone and she carries everything i love.
[yet, I must still take you home on my back]
tedefrobertsİ2021
from making love a verb
#love
#heartbroken
#moon
45 reads
5 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
7th Aug 2022 00:59am
7th Aug 2022 00:59am
Gubernatrix Noctilucous
There she is, seducing the trees,
Stirring the sap with her smirks of gold
Through susceptible limbs, still cold,
From winter's catastrophic breeze;
Somewhat less relentless lately
By...handmaiden ephemerides
And all her orbital expertise
Where sultriness seems so stately.
She's the madness Moon of middle March;
The mistress of approaching ides
And the terminator's crescent parch
Illuminating Neptune's tides
As the amber key in heaven's arch
Whereby the Queen of night presides!
Stirring the sap with her smirks of gold
Through susceptible limbs, still cold,
From winter's catastrophic breeze;
Somewhat less relentless lately
By...handmaiden ephemerides
And all her orbital expertise
Where sultriness seems so stately.
She's the madness Moon of middle March;
The mistress of approaching ides
And the terminator's crescent parch
Illuminating Neptune's tides
As the amber key in heaven's arch
Whereby the Queen of night presides!
#moon
#night
32 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 7:49am
6th Aug 2022 7:49am
Moonrise
Twas the richest gold I'd ever seen
Rising on the first full night of spring
And it gave the clouds an extra sheen
That only a lunar queen might swing
Through her stream of houri veils
In all tack of ocherous flow
Shaming the glow worms in their swales
Who envy her regal tableau
Of redirected solar beams,
Which stoke the stoves of desire,
As elemental to our dreams
...As any atomic fire
Exalting, no where near as soon,
As the waning of the full Worm Moon!
Rising on the first full night of spring
And it gave the clouds an extra sheen
That only a lunar queen might swing
Through her stream of houri veils
In all tack of ocherous flow
Shaming the glow worms in their swales
Who envy her regal tableau
Of redirected solar beams,
Which stoke the stoves of desire,
As elemental to our dreams
...As any atomic fire
Exalting, no where near as soon,
As the waning of the full Worm Moon!
#moon
#clouds
#night
39 reads
3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Aug 2022 11:39pm
5th Aug 2022 11:39pm
Inveigled!
She rose in chubby Quadrature
To prove she had the finest gold
And that her pocks were not too old
To be considered haute couture.
But then an icy cloud flew past
To briefly shade her royal face
Hoping, perhaps, to save a trace
Of mankind from her moonbeam blast!
But clouds take on a losing task
And though they try with all their might
To shade us with their misty masque
From all those beams in constant flight,
We will...inevitably bask
In the glory of her lunar light!
To prove she had the finest gold
And that her pocks were not too old
To be considered haute couture.
But then an icy cloud flew past
To briefly shade her royal face
Hoping, perhaps, to save a trace
Of mankind from her moonbeam blast!
But clouds take on a losing task
And though they try with all their might
To shade us with their misty masque
From all those beams in constant flight,
We will...inevitably bask
In the glory of her lunar light!
#moon
#sky
#clouds
#spring
#night
34 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Aug 2022 6:59am
5th Aug 2022 6:59am
Serenitatis
Cruising through a late afternoon
Of cirrus churn in bluest sky
Was the waxing of the quarter moon
To beam delight into my eye!
The clouds blew past in wispy streaks
With gossamer tendrils hanging down
To brush fair Luna's cratered cheeks...
As if to mollify a frown.
Yet she was chin up into the west
And did not need the cloud's embrace
Since she knew that she was meteor blessed
Albeit in her craggy face,
Glowing now...with old angel dreams...
And atom powered halo beams!
Of cirrus churn in bluest sky
Was the waxing of the quarter moon
To beam delight into my eye!
The clouds blew past in wispy streaks
With gossamer tendrils hanging down
To brush fair Luna's cratered cheeks...
As if to mollify a frown.
Yet she was chin up into the west
And did not need the cloud's embrace
Since she knew that she was meteor blessed
Albeit in her craggy face,
Glowing now...with old angel dreams...
And atom powered halo beams!
#moon
#sky
#clouds
17 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
4th Aug 2022 2:29am
4th Aug 2022 2:29am
Lunatic
She sports her fat gibbous tonight
Like Cleopatra reclining
For idle suitor declining
Knowing well the dreams she'll ignite
With her curves so boldly exposed
As all her jamboree moonbeams
Burst like bosoms through corset seams
Or other garments so composed
To see manly reason undone
Or somehow likewise hypnotize
With heaven's beauty set to stun
Whenever she is on the rise.
Unlike that mean old blowhard sun
She's much easier on the eyes!
Like Cleopatra reclining
For idle suitor declining
Knowing well the dreams she'll ignite
With her curves so boldly exposed
As all her jamboree moonbeams
Burst like bosoms through corset seams
Or other garments so composed
To see manly reason undone
Or somehow likewise hypnotize
With heaven's beauty set to stun
Whenever she is on the rise.
Unlike that mean old blowhard sun
She's much easier on the eyes!
#moon
#night
46 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
1st Aug 2022 10:25pm
1st Aug 2022 10:25pm
An Awakening
The imagery
Created by the shadows
That ripple upon moonlit pools
Soft as a falling petal
Caught on a warming Summers breeze
Flapping
Like the wings of a butterfly
A lone frog
Croaks
Whilst poised
Upon a lilypad
The moonlit night sky
Becomes cloudy, and overcast
As the Earth below
Darkens
A hoot from an owl
Seems to awaken
Ethereal beings
As the hidden world
Slow comes to life
by Jemia
Created by the shadows
That ripple upon moonlit pools
Soft as a falling petal
Caught on a warming Summers breeze
Flapping
Like the wings of a butterfly
A lone frog
Croaks
Whilst poised
Upon a lilypad
The moonlit night sky
Becomes cloudy, and overcast
As the Earth below
Darkens
A hoot from an owl
Seems to awaken
Ethereal beings
As the hidden world
Slow comes to life
by Jemia
#moon
#nature
#fairies
34 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems about the Moon
