ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
6th Nov 2019 7:32am
6th Nov 2019 7:32am
November Moon
She throbs
as fireworks sailed beneath her,
cascades of colour, billowing from plastic,
pale in comparison to her light.
Plastic that didn't offend me
before you were born.
She controls the tides,
rolls of careless water, swallowing
more and more waste,
and she declares longer days,
shorter time with her.
Time that didn't seem as important
before it felt like it may end before my eyes.
She knows all my secrets,
send them off there when too weary to carry,
sing songs from shingled...
as fireworks sailed beneath her,
cascades of colour, billowing from plastic,
pale in comparison to her light.
Plastic that didn't offend me
before you were born.
She controls the tides,
rolls of careless water, swallowing
more and more waste,
and she declares longer days,
shorter time with her.
Time that didn't seem as important
before it felt like it may end before my eyes.
She knows all my secrets,
send them off there when too weary to carry,
sing songs from shingled...
#birth
#moon
#nature
22 reads
2 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
5th Nov 2019 5:34pm
5th Nov 2019 5:34pm
Solstice
The arc of a solstice moon
is at its zenith overhead,
I race across dark emerald,
zoysia shimmering with zinc.
I leap from the ziggurat
To the spiraling tower steps,
And lunge upward, two by two
Winded, clutching blood zinnias.
Offerings of zwieback and
zucchini in my zibeline
A poor and devout zealot
Is all I am and what I bring,
When I reach the top at last
as a zeppelin cloud casts over
When the moment is at hand.
is at its zenith overhead,
I race across dark emerald,
zoysia shimmering with zinc.
I leap from the ziggurat
To the spiraling tower steps,
And lunge upward, two by two
Winded, clutching blood zinnias.
Offerings of zwieback and
zucchini in my zibeline
A poor and devout zealot
Is all I am and what I bring,
When I reach the top at last
as a zeppelin cloud casts over
When the moment is at hand.
#sun
#moon
#summer
#night
#astronomy
59 reads
13 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
4th Nov 2019 2:16am
4th Nov 2019 2:16am
Cresent Hooked
Before me now. Before my very sight.
A boulder sits, hovering in the sky.
So strange. So loved.
Fixated in place, as i, fixate on it.
How does it dance?
Smokes pours into my lungs.
It cannot stay.
To release like crumbling of a dam.
Flooded to dissipate.
The heat from this sphere, it bares too much.
I shade my eyes.
I wipe my brow.
I've had enough.
Santer into the comfort of my damp cave.
Trilobytes that remind me of old tastes.
How they revere without knowing behind locked doors. ...
A boulder sits, hovering in the sky.
So strange. So loved.
Fixated in place, as i, fixate on it.
How does it dance?
Smokes pours into my lungs.
It cannot stay.
To release like crumbling of a dam.
Flooded to dissipate.
The heat from this sphere, it bares too much.
I shade my eyes.
I wipe my brow.
I've had enough.
Santer into the comfort of my damp cave.
Trilobytes that remind me of old tastes.
How they revere without knowing behind locked doors. ...
#moon
#night
35 reads
1 Comment
socksscareme
Socks
Socks
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2019 10:13pm
3rd Nov 2019 10:13pm
Moon Boy
He's covered in dust
Smoke and mirrors in his head
He might be alive but he might be dead
Moon Boy!
Dance a little jig, sing a little song, if you start clapping we'll follow along (clap clap clap) moon boy, (clap clap clap) moon boy
He said he's made out of cheese
But he came from the stars
Rides all night with the chicken in the red car.
Moon Boy!
Dance a little jig, sing a little song, if you start clapping we'll follow along (clap clap clap) moon boy, (clap clap clap) moon boy
Tins! Tins! Quality tins! Spend a...
Smoke and mirrors in his head
He might be alive but he might be dead
Moon Boy!
Dance a little jig, sing a little song, if you start clapping we'll follow along (clap clap clap) moon boy, (clap clap clap) moon boy
He said he's made out of cheese
But he came from the stars
Rides all night with the chicken in the red car.
Moon Boy!
Dance a little jig, sing a little song, if you start clapping we'll follow along (clap clap clap) moon boy, (clap clap clap) moon boy
Tins! Tins! Quality tins! Spend a...
#moon
#lyrics
44 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2019 5:50pm
2nd Nov 2019 5:50pm
TOWER WHERE WE HIDE
FROM DARKNESS BREATHS NIGHT BUT YET FROM DAY BREATHS LIFE WHEN WE ALL MUST RISE FROM A NIGHT OF SLEEP, BUT YET THERE ARE THOSE OF US WHO WILL NEVER GET THAT CHANCE, TO RISE AND OPEN UP our EYES TO SEE AND our MOUTH TO breath THIS GIFT KNOWN AS LIFE. For even though in our lives down roads unexpected to journey travel or walk we will cross, into our paths down crossroads unexpected from life some bringing hurt some bringing pain some bringing memories that we cant seem to let go, as they dig deep within the deepness of the soul giving us mere disdelusions of what isnt life living on the edge...
#universe
#moon
#shadows
#evolution
#StreamOfConsciousness
30 reads
0 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
1st Nov 2019 9:33pm
1st Nov 2019 9:33pm
Two Creams, No Sugar
She cries to a silent moon
into the emptiest of mornings
and that's it, she gets ready
grabs a coffee and goes to work.
into the emptiest of mornings
and that's it, she gets ready
grabs a coffee and goes to work.
#moon
#rain
#coffee #TruthOfLife
#coffee #TruthOfLife
49 reads
6 Comments
Cocoa
Poem Published
26th Oct 2019 3:47pm
26th Oct 2019 3:47pm
The Call Of Surrendering
I hear your echoing caresses
A time misplaced, the heart feels, the mind quietly coats
The calling of undeniable ecstasy
Desires lead by the high nigh of the stars
My supple nakedness unto you, glistening under the full moon
Mouths blanketing in hunger its absence of time
Inhaling the scent of your primitive arousal
Your stature pinned to the softness of my Chi
Divesting attires in haste
Canopy of kisses, ravishing, tattooing my skin
Give unto the lay of Mother Nature’s bed of earth
Spreading my temple upon a...
A time misplaced, the heart feels, the mind quietly coats
The calling of undeniable ecstasy
Desires lead by the high nigh of the stars
My supple nakedness unto you, glistening under the full moon
Mouths blanketing in hunger its absence of time
Inhaling the scent of your primitive arousal
Your stature pinned to the softness of my Chi
Divesting attires in haste
Canopy of kisses, ravishing, tattooing my skin
Give unto the lay of Mother Nature’s bed of earth
Spreading my temple upon a...
#erotic
#moon
#night
#lover
#passion
173 reads
16 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
26th Oct 2019 7:42am
26th Oct 2019 7:42am
Dream 10-25-19
Dream 10-25-19
Dusky sepia paints the road
With twilight sorrow
Of antebellum ruins for weary souls
On a deepening highway of nostalgia
Where colors lean on memory
For my glimpse of a folded day
When even green fades into night
My grandfather holds the steering wheel
Like a ghost who seeks redemption
With grandma facing the east
From the passenger seat
Where she haunts my dream
In the thick of a night
When solace is moon song
Over the dusty Thoroughfare
Dusky sepia paints the road
With twilight sorrow
Of antebellum ruins for weary souls
On a deepening highway of nostalgia
Where colors lean on memory
For my glimpse of a folded day
When even green fades into night
My grandfather holds the steering wheel
Like a ghost who seeks redemption
With grandma facing the east
From the passenger seat
Where she haunts my dream
In the thick of a night
When solace is moon song
Over the dusty Thoroughfare
#love
#family
#dreams
#moon
#night
43 reads
2 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
26th Oct 2019 7:11am
26th Oct 2019 7:11am
Heaven and Earth
( a Quatern )
I always have my head amongst the stars,
The times on zoysia in tropic climes.
The full moon’s zinc of silver’s phase ajar,
I drift into a lunar haze of rhyme.
A graceful zeppelin ghosting overhead,
I always have my head amongst the stars.
On zinnias and orchids for a bed,
The next stop in my dreams will soon be Mars.
I’ll live on clams zucchini, zwieback chars,
Become a raving zealot from the storm.
I always have my head amongst the stars,
And wear a jet black zibeline for warmth. ...
I always have my head amongst the stars,
The times on zoysia in tropic climes.
The full moon’s zinc of silver’s phase ajar,
I drift into a lunar haze of rhyme.
A graceful zeppelin ghosting overhead,
I always have my head amongst the stars.
On zinnias and orchids for a bed,
The next stop in my dreams will soon be Mars.
I’ll live on clams zucchini, zwieback chars,
Become a raving zealot from the storm.
I always have my head amongst the stars,
And wear a jet black zibeline for warmth. ...
#dreams
#moon
#stars
#heaven
#aliens
112 reads
13 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Oct 2019 8:15pm
21st Oct 2019 8:15pm
Sacred
My sacred vow, I give until the world my solemn creed
My Aquarian nature pours universal love as my soul roams free
Fallacies of the earth, carnage, weeps, mirth
Life, Death, Reincarnation its celestial rebirth
Bowing until the wondrous gifts found under mortal man
My heart, my mind, my spirit, my soul, only God commands
As a woman’s place in life is to uphold, yet grasp, onto your hand
Give you comfort when life falls short
Close your eyes, inhale, and reopen them,...
My Aquarian nature pours universal love as my soul roams free
Fallacies of the earth, carnage, weeps, mirth
Life, Death, Reincarnation its celestial rebirth
Bowing until the wondrous gifts found under mortal man
My heart, my mind, my spirit, my soul, only God commands
As a woman’s place in life is to uphold, yet grasp, onto your hand
Give you comfort when life falls short
Close your eyes, inhale, and reopen them,...
#love
#earth
#universe
#moon
#spiritual
102 reads
22 Comments
Rachelleundrgrd
Poem Published
18th Oct 2019 6:01am
18th Oct 2019 6:01am
She who completes the moon
Moving (to) the rhythm
she gives and she takes.
Expanding.
Contracting.
Focusing upward
she births the moon.
Infinite times, full and bright
Moving inward, now a sliver.
Blackness.
Fullness.
Light.
She enterres herself as easily as she begets.
Refractory period spent in reverence to her own divinity.
She stills.
Plays in worship of her utter darkness.
Satiated, she comes in rays of glorious light.
R.
she gives and she takes.
Expanding.
Contracting.
Focusing upward
she births the moon.
Infinite times, full and bright
Moving inward, now a sliver.
Blackness.
Fullness.
Light.
She enterres herself as easily as she begets.
Refractory period spent in reverence to her own divinity.
She stills.
Plays in worship of her utter darkness.
Satiated, she comes in rays of glorious light.
R.
#death
#moon
#rebirth #spiritual
#rebirth #spiritual
75 reads
6 Comments
Amindwandering
Alexaria
Alexaria
Poem Published
18th Oct 2019 3:25am
18th Oct 2019 3:25am
The Light of Her Moon
Who would prefer the sunlight over the moonlight?” I often wondered to myself.
In quiet moments I pondered this.
The dark was much more appealing than the light.
The moon has powers the sun lacked!/what fools those sun worshipers were!
I sat naked in my rotunda that lies to the left of my garden.
The warmth of the single sliver of moon I saw I felt touch me.
And touch me it did. In ways that no mortal can.
Was there not magic to the night? Mystical essences at play for those who could see.
The...
In quiet moments I pondered this.
The dark was much more appealing than the light.
The moon has powers the sun lacked!/what fools those sun worshipers were!
I sat naked in my rotunda that lies to the left of my garden.
The warmth of the single sliver of moon I saw I felt touch me.
And touch me it did. In ways that no mortal can.
Was there not magic to the night? Mystical essences at play for those who could see.
The...
#universe
#moon
#sky
#summer
#night
22 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Poems about the Moon
