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Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 1:32pm
5th Jan 2025 1:32pm
White Butterflies
The snow was like miniature white butterflies
in a beautifully choreographed flutter.
Always vanishing too soon.
So we wish upon a cluster of winter stars,
that permeate the mental bars.
Beneath the glow of the ambiguous moon.
The despair of not knowing if another cherished
day will exist.
The very dark between stars is what despair
cannot resist.
The snow falls in a stark silent rapture
of every fallen dream the heart still yearns to capture.
The moon is the wolf's trusted guiding light.
While the rabbit's eyes were...
in a beautifully choreographed flutter.
Always vanishing too soon.
So we wish upon a cluster of winter stars,
that permeate the mental bars.
Beneath the glow of the ambiguous moon.
The despair of not knowing if another cherished
day will exist.
The very dark between stars is what despair
cannot resist.
The snow falls in a stark silent rapture
of every fallen dream the heart still yearns to capture.
The moon is the wolf's trusted guiding light.
While the rabbit's eyes were...
#moon
#SelfReflection
#snow #stars
#snow #stars
139 reads
23 Comments
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
53 reads
12 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
151 reads
12 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
153 reads
13 Comments
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
114 reads
10 Comments
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
70 reads
8 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
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10 Comments
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
80 reads
10 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 11:25am
24th Jan 2025 11:25am
the future has stars in it
I see his indigo silhouette
a lonely astronaut
untethered
reaching for the man in the moon
Sometimes I wonder
if I just imagined him
treading dawn
as the electric dark
gives way to unholy sunshine
I'm learning to see
through the fire
and over the walls
but I'm numb to the inferno
that rages around us
heralding a future
we can't set right
I think he's got the right idea
my indigo astronaut
dialling off world in the hopes
the stars hold something more
for...
a lonely astronaut
untethered
reaching for the man in the moon
Sometimes I wonder
if I just imagined him
treading dawn
as the electric dark
gives way to unholy sunshine
I'm learning to see
through the fire
and over the walls
but I'm numb to the inferno
that rages around us
heralding a future
we can't set right
I think he's got the right idea
my indigo astronaut
dialling off world in the hopes
the stars hold something more
for...
#moon
#scifi
#stars #universe
#stars #universe
85 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
73 reads
10 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
127 reads
6 Comments
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