MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 5:36pm
26th Jan 2025 5:36pm
Antemeridian
She was a wee slip of a thing
hanging low in the trees;
a coquette on a wild fling
yet eager to appease.
It was quick like silver she came
and just as quickly went,
like a wispy alchemist flame
that heaven gently sent.
Breaking day wouldn't let her be
so soon she'd disappear,
to blend in morning liberty
with daybreak atmosphere.
She went to kiss her darling sun
to feel young and new
before she once again got spun...
into the midnight blue!
hanging low in the trees;
a coquette on a wild fling
yet eager to appease.
It was quick like silver she came
and just as quickly went,
like a wispy alchemist flame
that heaven gently sent.
Breaking day wouldn't let her be
so soon she'd disappear,
to blend in morning liberty
with daybreak atmosphere.
She went to kiss her darling sun
to feel young and new
before she once again got spun...
into the midnight blue!
#dawn
#moon
#morning #sun
#morning #sun
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
~the syneresis moon
his eyes are in a fixated
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
#family
#illness
#love
#moon
#support
131 reads
10 Comments
Roguenarak
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 11:19pm
23rd Jan 2025 11:19pm
Moonlit Madness
There's a flagship that stole the moon
Dragged her through the mountains
Skewered its flank with a big harpoon
And the wolves cried in fountains
Why is the sun looking so grey now
It's missing the ghoulish messenger
Gravitating, orbitating little passenger
There's no night, all heads must bow
The blood of the astral body falls
Black splotches across the walls
After a while, anymals lay curled
Then blue waves consume the world
Has everybody gone insane?
Nobody rejoices at the destruction
Celebration...
Dragged her through the mountains
Skewered its flank with a big harpoon
And the wolves cried in fountains
Why is the sun looking so grey now
It's missing the ghoulish messenger
Gravitating, orbitating little passenger
There's no night, all heads must bow
The blood of the astral body falls
Black splotches across the walls
After a while, anymals lay curled
Then blue waves consume the world
Has everybody gone insane?
Nobody rejoices at the destruction
Celebration...
#environment
#moon
#night #pollution
#night #pollution
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 4:21pm
22nd Jan 2025 4:21pm
Shift Work
Her sickle blade was heading west,
before the sun arose,
up over clouds the daybreak stressed
in lavender pink flows.
At horologic speeds she flew
through the pinnacle sky
of icy stratospheric blue
where sparse contrails ply...
wove by jets at dawn's early light
to mingle with the beams
her crescent shed all through the night
on cold Morphean dreams.
And then she put her horns away
to fade into a ghost
beyond the crow cock solar ray...
when Phoebus comes to host.
before the sun arose,
up over clouds the daybreak stressed
in lavender pink flows.
At horologic speeds she flew
through the pinnacle sky
of icy stratospheric blue
where sparse contrails ply...
wove by jets at dawn's early light
to mingle with the beams
her crescent shed all through the night
on cold Morphean dreams.
And then she put her horns away
to fade into a ghost
beyond the crow cock solar ray...
when Phoebus comes to host.
#moon
#sun
104 reads
10 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 4:45am
18th Jan 2025 4:45am
A Book of Hours
A winter sunset seems like the Limbo.
How low can it go with its golden glow?
The twilight says the party must go
if we want the constellations to show.
Only Luna pays a sunbeam forward
since all the stars are way too far away
to assist as she tugs her tides shoreward
even as we are at work, sleep, or play.
But poor souls need all the gold they can get
and the starlight helps, but is rather faint,
when sunbeams and moonlight will pay the debt...
with Aurora helping us reacquaint
those nagging...
How low can it go with its golden glow?
The twilight says the party must go
if we want the constellations to show.
Only Luna pays a sunbeam forward
since all the stars are way too far away
to assist as she tugs her tides shoreward
even as we are at work, sleep, or play.
But poor souls need all the gold they can get
and the starlight helps, but is rather faint,
when sunbeams and moonlight will pay the debt...
with Aurora helping us reacquaint
those nagging...
#meditation
#moon
#philosophical
67 reads
10 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 4:45am
16th Jan 2025 4:45am
Pet of the Month
An old girl going down each morning,
after hard days making the nights look good,
with horizon cloud mantles adorning
the atmosphere that we misunderstood;
her orbits being a death watch on us,
as we clear more brush, because it is there,
and because we must make a profit fuss
until we poison all the fucking air...
the very air her posh beams inspire
like the dazzle from Cleopatra's crown,
above the rondure of all desire,
be she right side up, or viewed upside down,
like the rotating centerfolds of old...
forever...
after hard days making the nights look good,
with horizon cloud mantles adorning
the atmosphere that we misunderstood;
her orbits being a death watch on us,
as we clear more brush, because it is there,
and because we must make a profit fuss
until we poison all the fucking air...
the very air her posh beams inspire
like the dazzle from Cleopatra's crown,
above the rondure of all desire,
be she right side up, or viewed upside down,
like the rotating centerfolds of old...
forever...
#moon
176 reads
13 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 12:50pm
15th Jan 2025 12:50pm
Night Watch
and just like the moon
I will be faceless, nameless—
a stranger in a blank sky
under cascades of falling stars
I will appear fleetingly
anchor myself to darkness
because that love is mine
in the cosmos of my all.
Sometimes I look to the skies
to ask for meaning, and they gift me
a pen made of night, so that I may write;
so that these galaxies make sense
because in me, there waits a little girl
with her telescope in hand, searching
for missing answers in this void,
this boundless,...
I will be faceless, nameless—
a stranger in a blank sky
under cascades of falling stars
I will appear fleetingly
anchor myself to darkness
because that love is mine
in the cosmos of my all.
Sometimes I look to the skies
to ask for meaning, and they gift me
a pen made of night, so that I may write;
so that these galaxies make sense
because in me, there waits a little girl
with her telescope in hand, searching
for missing answers in this void,
this boundless,...
#moon
148 reads
8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 1:31am
14th Jan 2025 1:31am
Ole Vixen Moon
It's the waning gibbous that I love most
suggesting a great lady in her prime
rising later every night like the ghost
of a lover trapped in echoing time
who furthermore must mount her lonely search
knowing midnight as the gateway to find
the faintest glow of love from her cold perch;
lost men, children, or pets of any kind.
Love boils in her stony, cratered heart,
as she just touches with moonbeams and tides
the distant planet where life is an art
and consistent blessing for grooms and brides.
And poets! Sometimes...
suggesting a great lady in her prime
rising later every night like the ghost
of a lover trapped in echoing time
who furthermore must mount her lonely search
knowing midnight as the gateway to find
the faintest glow of love from her cold perch;
lost men, children, or pets of any kind.
Love boils in her stony, cratered heart,
as she just touches with moonbeams and tides
the distant planet where life is an art
and consistent blessing for grooms and brides.
And poets! Sometimes...
#moon
176 reads
12 Comments
nostalgic_being10
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 10:47pm
13th Jan 2025 10:47pm
Moon
Gazing at the spherical moon,
I notice it doesn't look the same to you
While I admire its glow, its silver beax
Your grey perception has no clue
Do not fret; it is my mistake alone
How shallow of me to assume
You notice nature's gloom—
For moons and stars are merely that to you
Cryptic symbols furnish my tomb
Try to decipher my last plea
I give you one last scream
Begging you to notice my moon bleeding
Swirling syllables surround my head
When will the moon's shadowed time end?
Will the moon remind...
I notice it doesn't look the same to you
While I admire its glow, its silver beax
Your grey perception has no clue
Do not fret; it is my mistake alone
How shallow of me to assume
You notice nature's gloom—
For moons and stars are merely that to you
Cryptic symbols furnish my tomb
Try to decipher my last plea
I give you one last scream
Begging you to notice my moon bleeding
Swirling syllables surround my head
When will the moon's shadowed time end?
Will the moon remind...
#moon
#night
70 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:05pm
10th Jan 2025 1:05pm
Obdormiam in lumine tuo.
Full moon full of flashes and shadows,
Illuminate the night with your mysterious glow.
Lonely path, under your intense gaze,
you reflect ancient secrets in the still waters.
The breeze whispers stories of times gone by
and the trees dance to the sound of the wind.
In every shadow, a hidden enigma,
in every flash, a waking dream.
Serene night, stage of fantasies,
where the moon is queen and guide.
Your silver face watches in silence
the lost steps, the wandering souls.
Under its light, the world takes on a new tone. ...
Illuminate the night with your mysterious glow.
Lonely path, under your intense gaze,
you reflect ancient secrets in the still waters.
The breeze whispers stories of times gone by
and the trees dance to the sound of the wind.
In every shadow, a hidden enigma,
in every flash, a waking dream.
Serene night, stage of fantasies,
where the moon is queen and guide.
Your silver face watches in silence
the lost steps, the wandering souls.
Under its light, the world takes on a new tone. ...
#dreams
#identity
#moon
#night
#silence
79 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 9:48pm
9th Jan 2025 9:48pm
Full Moon Resurrection
Under the night veil
your white light reveals
the creatures that emerge in the dark
When I called the rite
it fills my soul with hate and fire
into the dark with pagan pleasures
take me with you to infinity
far from human decay
Infernal night by night
majestic
in the shadows
reborn
The beast is coming for the ritual
starving for blood and flesh
you always present hidden witness
exalting the face of the executioner
your white light reveals
the creatures that emerge in the dark
When I called the rite
it fills my soul with hate and fire
into the dark with pagan pleasures
take me with you to infinity
far from human decay
Infernal night by night
majestic
in the shadows
reborn
The beast is coming for the ritual
starving for blood and flesh
you always present hidden witness
exalting the face of the executioner
#dark
#moon
#nature
#night
#spiritual
76 reads
8 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 1:20pm
9th Jan 2025 1:20pm
Amongst the tree of life
Would you like to take a walk through the trees of life, for let's sit here as the morning mist rest upon the very, texture of our skin as it fills us with natures aviance of it's beauty. THAT grows far and beyond our own imagination as we are just running through and out the forest. For it's here in the morning of the dawn of transition, that we have been given a chance to enjoy this time of deep meditation, away from the negativity and drama and confusion and chaos of the world. 🌎 THAT we shall see the eclipse of the truth of the chaos, that has gone through society 😭 as it...
#evolution
#moon
#stars
#sun
#universe
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