Ahavati
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 2:06am
2nd Apr 2021 2:06am
[ NaPoWriMo 2021 Collection ] Satellite
Her ghost is still orbiting Earth. . ."
Defined: That which is
Of all removed, she was destined
to remain alabaster tissue
tidally locked to Earth—
her Stygian, volcanic maria
perpetually waxing and waning
betwixt ancient-crustal mesa
and pockmarked impact craters
Slightly brighter than worn asphalt
contrasted by relatively dark space
her specter glissades
across black, obsidian ice
of an infinite cosmos—
an iron ball at...
Defined: That which is
Of all removed, she was destined
to remain alabaster tissue
tidally locked to Earth—
her Stygian, volcanic maria
perpetually waxing and waning
betwixt ancient-crustal mesa
and pockmarked impact craters
Slightly brighter than worn asphalt
contrasted by relatively dark space
her specter glissades
across black, obsidian ice
of an infinite cosmos—
an iron ball at...
#universe
#moon
#astronomy #wisdom
#astronomy #wisdom
121 reads
58 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
29th Mar 2021 00:56am
29th Mar 2021 00:56am
Hurry Up Or I Will Have To Clean My Room
Visual-Captive Of The Moon
#moon
#funny
59 reads
13 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
28th Mar 2021 11:34pm
28th Mar 2021 11:34pm
The Russian Woman
Tonight
I was told
A story
To as yet unfold
That due
To my faux fur hat
And my faux fur coat
I had the appearance
Of a stoat!
But no
I jest in vane
The full moon
Has turned me
A touch insane
That in reality
That i appeared
As a Russian Princess
With a certain amount
Of finesse
And curiously
As i was sat
Upon a bench
A slightly Mead intoxicated wench
A man passing by
Seemingly of Russian descent
said
"I like your boots!"
" thank thee" said i
I slurped...
I was told
A story
To as yet unfold
That due
To my faux fur hat
And my faux fur coat
I had the appearance
Of a stoat!
But no
I jest in vane
The full moon
Has turned me
A touch insane
That in reality
That i appeared
As a Russian Princess
With a certain amount
Of finesse
And curiously
As i was sat
Upon a bench
A slightly Mead intoxicated wench
A man passing by
Seemingly of Russian descent
said
"I like your boots!"
" thank thee" said i
I slurped...
#sea
#moon
#surreal
15 reads
0 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
25th Mar 2021 3:15am
25th Mar 2021 3:15am
His Light
i see
sun's light
after
sundown
when luna rises
she
reflects
his light
i see
his light
(C) 2021 Raibeart Bruis
sun's light
after
sundown
when luna rises
she
reflects
his light
i see
his light
(C) 2021 Raibeart Bruis
#sun
#moon
#lover
33 reads
2 Comments
socksscareme
Socks
Socks
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2021 6:46pm
23rd Mar 2021 6:46pm
Little Moon
Wrapped in cocoon
Oh little you
I, stones placed
Awash in white
Oh little moon
Moved beneath
With you inside
A flicker start
Holds apart
Oh little moon
I don't, darkness
Crashes into us
Wave upon wave
Into the night
Oh little moon
Oh little you
I, stones placed
Awash in white
Oh little moon
Moved beneath
With you inside
A flicker start
Holds apart
Oh little moon
I don't, darkness
Crashes into us
Wave upon wave
Into the night
Oh little moon
#moon
56 reads
10 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
17th Mar 2021 2:54am
17th Mar 2021 2:54am
Goblet
At each moon's rising
she walks to the edge,
tips her goblet
to anoint the waves
with the blood of lives unlived
Gratefully letting go
of burdens that are not hers to carry,
shedding layers of responsibilities
she was never meant to bear
And when all has been released
to the eternal tides,
she turns back
with no regrets,
knowing all that remains
is truly
hers.
she walks to the edge,
tips her goblet
to anoint the waves
with the blood of lives unlived
Gratefully letting go
of burdens that are not hers to carry,
shedding layers of responsibilities
she was never meant to bear
And when all has been released
to the eternal tides,
she turns back
with no regrets,
knowing all that remains
is truly
hers.
#women
#moon
#LifeCycle #acceptance
#LifeCycle #acceptance
71 reads
18 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
16th Mar 2021 8:38pm
16th Mar 2021 8:38pm
Moon Hooked
A waxing orb anomaly.
Melts her way into the cresent.
And i, with it; from it.
Like the moth i flutter for the touch.
Headfirst toward the permanent glow.
My first piercing; through the lip.
For without a bite, I'm hooked.
Cresent loom in wait.
Cresent loom to weave through through my mouth into my soul.
Teaching as it does, that i have one.
Teaching as she does, that i hold one.
Dripping from the candle.
I still see it's stalk standing firmly.
Questioning if her view matches mine.
Through different skies, same...
Melts her way into the cresent.
And i, with it; from it.
Like the moth i flutter for the touch.
Headfirst toward the permanent glow.
My first piercing; through the lip.
For without a bite, I'm hooked.
Cresent loom in wait.
Cresent loom to weave through through my mouth into my soul.
Teaching as it does, that i have one.
Teaching as she does, that i hold one.
Dripping from the candle.
I still see it's stalk standing firmly.
Questioning if her view matches mine.
Through different skies, same...
#ILoveYou
#moon
62 reads
5 Comments
BeginningPoet
James B.P.
James B.P.
Poem Published
15th Mar 2021 11:48am
15th Mar 2021 11:48am
From Celestial Hearts
here is life
clad in hills
and Spring
among
scenes
like these,
swiftness
of winged
songbirds,
once
fancy again
going forth
and
representing
that
vast hours,
after
sundown
gives up
its form
and breath,
remember
the moon
fiercely raves
with
strange eyes,
with restless
sleep,
falling silent
with
consoling sighs
from
celestial hearts.
clad in hills
and Spring
among
scenes
like these,
swiftness
of winged
songbirds,
once
fancy again
going forth
and
representing
that
vast hours,
after
sundown
gives up
its form
and breath,
remember
the moon
fiercely raves
with
strange eyes,
with restless
sleep,
falling silent
with
consoling sighs
from
celestial hearts.
#universe
#moon
#nature #evolution
#nature #evolution
37 reads
4 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
14th Mar 2021 8:05pm
14th Mar 2021 8:05pm
Night scenery
So quiet and fresh
On nights in March
And only a little
breaks the silence
The sound of the wind
swaying fresh foliage,
Yes, the trills of
a young nightingale flock
Accompanying the cuckoo
in the morning ...
Clouds rush by,
As if light paper
canvases ...
The moon is playful,
a lantern looms
through the windows ,
drawing a picture
of the shadows ...
Down me so smoothly
and contrast
Bizarre heaven scenery
captivated by the
magnificence of
miracles in the...
On nights in March
And only a little
breaks the silence
The sound of the wind
swaying fresh foliage,
Yes, the trills of
a young nightingale flock
Accompanying the cuckoo
in the morning ...
Clouds rush by,
As if light paper
canvases ...
The moon is playful,
a lantern looms
through the windows ,
drawing a picture
of the shadows ...
Down me so smoothly
and contrast
Bizarre heaven scenery
captivated by the
magnificence of
miracles in the...
#moon
#night
#shadows #nature
#shadows #nature
122 reads
23 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
11th Mar 2021 1:27am
11th Mar 2021 1:27am
The Moonbirth
The Moon, now shone so bright
It had turned Earth to an eerie daylight
Apart from a silvery misty glow
That first ebbed, and then did flow
Pulsations came from beneath the Earth
Like Ancient times, whence the Moonbirth
The skies turned to a crimson silken red
As birth blood flowed, from mother Earths bed
All unseen nature, came into sight
For this was the unique Moonbirth night
Casting their magic, to and fro
As the newborn moon, began to grow
The fairies danced, in circles of delight
Around the glow, of this...
It had turned Earth to an eerie daylight
Apart from a silvery misty glow
That first ebbed, and then did flow
Pulsations came from beneath the Earth
Like Ancient times, whence the Moonbirth
The skies turned to a crimson silken red
As birth blood flowed, from mother Earths bed
All unseen nature, came into sight
For this was the unique Moonbirth night
Casting their magic, to and fro
As the newborn moon, began to grow
The fairies danced, in circles of delight
Around the glow, of this...
#birth
#universe
#moon #evolution
#moon #evolution
52 reads
1 Comment
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
6th Mar 2021 11:28pm
6th Mar 2021 11:28pm
On Scarlet Soil
- On Scarlet Soil -
It was night, or as close to night as one canst ever imagine,
And the skies grew darkly clouded, as the storms so came...
From eldritch climes, sent by forces beyond old time itself.
Blood red, the clouds turned, like some slaughtered thing...
Reminders of the four blood moons, and then fell the rain.
Many feared that lunar cycle, which crept forth with stealth!
I recall the eve well, that summertime, and what it meant...
Signs, omens, and portents from a discordant realm so near.
I felt the power that was unleashed, and...
It was night, or as close to night as one canst ever imagine,
And the skies grew darkly clouded, as the storms so came...
From eldritch climes, sent by forces beyond old time itself.
Blood red, the clouds turned, like some slaughtered thing...
Reminders of the four blood moons, and then fell the rain.
Many feared that lunar cycle, which crept forth with stealth!
I recall the eve well, that summertime, and what it meant...
Signs, omens, and portents from a discordant realm so near.
I felt the power that was unleashed, and...
#dark
#moon
#spiritual
#pagan
#magic
59 reads
2 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
5th Mar 2021 5:07pm
5th Mar 2021 5:07pm
Pavements
curbside dreams, and smoggy streets
is where my body longs to be
where lampposts buzz
and the moon kisses my frost bitten cheeks
so rosy, though not one can see
i am alone, but far from lonely..
i have miles of pavement to keep me company
what good is daytime strolling
when all i do
is burn beneath the sun
and smear chalk onto everything?
that, and the heat
is just plain exhausting
so i pick myself up
when nobody’s watching
and carry on pavements
that never see walking
is where my body longs to be
where lampposts buzz
and the moon kisses my frost bitten cheeks
so rosy, though not one can see
i am alone, but far from lonely..
i have miles of pavement to keep me company
what good is daytime strolling
when all i do
is burn beneath the sun
and smear chalk onto everything?
that, and the heat
is just plain exhausting
so i pick myself up
when nobody’s watching
and carry on pavements
that never see walking
#moon
#night
#MentalHealth
#myself
#confusion
61 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems about the Moon
