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Star-Crossed - For Love of Day, For Love of Night

(this is a form called Swap Quatrain, where first line's phrases swap in the last line of each stanza) In shadows’ veils, at end of night, sweet Moon removes her modest light and softly, yet again, exhales - at end of night, in shadows’ veils. As she departs, her love’s released to climb the stairway to the east. They cannot meet to share their hearts. Her love’s released as she departs. She watches him while hid from view, the way he kisses morning’s dew, and sees gold rays spill from his rim. While hid from view, she watches him. Sad Moon, alone for centuries, with awe has watched Sun leave, cerise. while she, afar. . . how cold she’s grown! For centuries, sad moon alone. She takes his place so he may rest. And though forlorn, she’s always dressed in lace, for Luna has great grace. So he may rest, she takes his place. For love of night, for love of day, she can’t implore him that he sway from course. To be apart’s their plight. For love of day, for love of night.
By Andrea Dietrich/ This poem took first place in Shadowpoetry's annual Shadows Ink Contest from 2008. It appears in the Shadows Ink Poetry Chapbook, Series 2, Volume 5. As a result of that win, I received a chapbook deal worth around $300 at that time. (30 free copies with publication over at Shadowpoetry). Also, I entered it into my second PoetrySoup International Contest since I had joined Soup earlier in the year of 2010. It got an HM with a certificate. Soup no longer has their big Soup contests chosen by their staff. An HM was actually a really nice thing in those days because the contest was a HUGE deal and out of hundreds of members, there were only ten to twenty total winners. 2010 was probably my best year at PoetrySoup, and my win with this poem in July of 2010 was one of the reasons for that. I am forever grateful for the recognition I received from this poem.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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I Look To the Moon

I look to the Moon, hanging aloft
Among the clouds so milky soft.
How must it feel, so high above?
So chilled and bleak and void of love.

Collapsed and sunken are his eyes,
Dark and deep as the onyx skies.
As the Moon shies from the sun,       
I share no love with anyone.

The Moon is alone, without affection.
In its grim face is my reflection.
Inside my heart, the longing grows,
And rots my soul, a sickly rose.

While I look beyond this cage,
I clench my fists; they shake with rage.
I desperately stare above,
Wishing to fly, free as a dove;
For release from the troubled heart I claim,
To be finally rid of the madness and shame.
                                      
Although reprieve is found in song,
To no one does my soul belong.
In music, may the pleas be spoken,
But all in vain; the heart is broken.
                            
The Sphere returns, begins to sigh.
We are not so different, You and I.
So twisted and fractured is the White Stone.
We both have no one; We are both all alone.

Copyright © Mike Ruff | Year Posted 2006

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Wake Me, The Owl, When The Moon Does Rise

Wake me, the owl, when the moon does rise
and his golden beams illuminate the skies,
when the darkness flees and the time just flies
and the cold, crystal stars twinkle in our eyes.

Nothing could keep me from basking in your glow
not lightning, not thunder, not even rain or snow,
I'm not moving from my branch, so let the winds blow
his crescent smile is never lost, this I surely know.

So easily the moon enchants and takes me by the wing
which causes my heart to flutter, and serenade and sing,
The daytime sun does not possess the charm that he can bring
when under his nightly influence, you can imagine anything.

Still, no dream can entice me to sleep in a little late
and miss the wonder of the moment, O, I cannot wait,
to see him there hurrying along, not to miss a date
then up above the hills to meet me at my wooden gate.

I'll wait right here, nestled up high in the maple tree
where you will hear my echoed call, but hardly ever see,
a little, lonesome night owl is what I will always be
when the moon does rise, just promise you'll wake me.










Written on February 6th, 2016

Owls Personification Contest

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2016

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The Moon Only Cries

A blazing Sun abruptly appears
Indulged in selfish applause
Heartless to the core, her light declares
She governs the Universe

The Sun gets only a glimpse of the Moon
Jealous of the Stars who pave the night's way
She races to conspire with the Horizon
To keep the Moon at bay

Melancholy is the Moon as night draws near
Chilled with howling cold and fear
Unspoken words hang stiff in the air
Each has felt them like a prayer

The Moon sits in shadows of his own silhouette
To endure thousands of years in silence
Staring through space with hollow eyes
There are no words, the Moon only cries



Karen Anglesey written 03.03.13  Recently published in Best Poets and Poems 2012 by World Poetry Movement, Utah
03/03/13

Copyright © Karen Anglesey | Year Posted 2013

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Ballad of Mistress Moon

The sun has deigned to smile on me 
And make me his mistress moon
He fills with fire and burns in me
With heat of the sultry noon

I’m ravished by his solar flares
That make my face to glow
All night there is a radiance
In silver streams that flow

On velvet sheets of midnight black
I reign, mistress supreme
The stars all look with wonder on
Entranced by each moon beam

The love he made remains in me
And pulsates forming tides
The sea and oceans can't be still
From love that in me bides

The waves, they swell and do my will
The mistress of the night
Reflecting love from lover Sun
Until he rules in light

The sun, he comes to smile at me
His lover, mistress moon
He raptures me in his embrace
My splendor will shine soon

Eileen Manassian



Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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Flirtatious Moon

Just outside the window
    a row of coned shaped trees bend their foolish heads
                                                       for her attention...
She can have her way with them...
   yet, with such a wily nature, she passes over them,
      and softly treads a path through the garden gate...
Her steps are light as dew, making not a sound...
           as she hesitates to wake a slumbering rose...
                              and timidly brushes past a trellis of sleeping morning glories...

She peeks in, then slowly slithers through his open window, while he lies sleeping....
The angle of her glance makes his closed eyes flutter...
                                                                and he smiles....
Her appearance casts shadows on the far wall, as she stares across the room at him
    She tarries for a moment
    A reflected image on the mirror spreads her silken white cloth...
    He feels her move over him...
    He is kissed by this welcome intruder, ...hypnotized by her charm, and her cool breath...
Dazzled by this embrace, he tosses the quilt, in restless dream....
    She caresses so softly, filling his heart, and making him sigh...
    He basks in her love, and lies in sweet gratitude in his sleepy state
                                                   enraptured with sweet contentment
    Soaking up and drunk with the intoxication of her shine

Outside, a lonely eucalyptus tree is jealous...
    Impatient and longing to feel such affection....
           It's branches clamor against the glass, hoping to break her spell on him...

But, woefully....
    angry clouds intrude to steal away the moment...
She runs and hides!

No longer does he feel the kiss,...the sweet lunar incandescence of her breath...
     The seduction of her glow...
Coolness and disappointment envelop him as darkness returns again...

And he is once again alone in the shadows of the dark
    He must pull his blanket up, and dream of other lovers..... 


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For Dr. Ram Mehta's contest..."Luna... Goddess of the Moon"

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010

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Fickle Moon

Just outside the window
    a row of coned shaped trees bend their foolish heads
                                             for her attention
She can have her way with them....
     yet, with such a wily nature, she passes over them, 
              and softly treads a path through the garden gate
Her steps are light as dew, as she hesitates to wake a slumbering rose
                    and timidly brushes past a trellis of sleeping morning glories..

Instead, she slowly slithers through his open window while he sleeps
                 the angle of her glance makes his closed eyes flutter...
                                                 and he smiles....
Her appearance casts shadows on the wall, as she stares across the room at him
     She tarries for a moment, 
     A reflected image on the mirror spreads her silken white cloth...
     He feels her move over him
     He is kissed by this welcome intruder, hypnotized by her charm, her cool breath
Dazzled by this embrace, he tosses the quilt, in restless dream..
      She caresses so softly, filling his heart, and making him sigh...
                          with her gentle touch upon his face
      He basks in her love, and lies in sweet gratitude in his sleepy state
                           enraptured with sweet contentment
      Soaking up and drunk with the radiance of her shine

Outside, eucalyptus branches are jealous
    Impatient and longing to feel such affection...
                Their branches clammor on the glass, hoping to break her spell...

....But, woefully..
         angry clouds intrude to steal away the moment...
             She runs and hides! 

 No longer does he feel the kiss, the sweet lunar touch, her seductive breath...
                Coolness, and disappointment envelopes him as darkness returns again...

Her golden touch is gone, and he is once again alone in the shadow of the dark
      He must pull his blanket up, and dream of other lovers....

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2008

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I Am Moon




I am Moon Shining in the Night Softening the Earth's Darkness With my Subdued Light

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014

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Sun and Moon

The Sun will bring the light
It makes your day so bright
"I'll be here, I'll be here" said he
The light would bring eternity.

The moon shines with the star
That makes your wish went far
"I'll be here, I'll be here" said she
My moon light would bring eternity

The sun and the moon met one time
They never met each for a long time
"How are you? How are you?"asked they
Then both days and nights are gay.

One day the moon went away
And the sun was left and turns to gray
"Where are you? where are you?"asked he
But no response was heard for glee.

Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015

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Beyond Midnight

The moonlight cast pure magic
Among summer's greenery
Floral scents filled the warm humid air
Soft petals caressed the evening breeze
Crystalline dew drops gathered on the grass
 Shimmering like millions of diamonds
Silver threads wove through the shadowed canopy
 Stars twinkled upon the heavens
The aurora's danced in sweet refrain
To the melody of earth's orb
Morning would soon salute a new day.



02/07/13

Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2013

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The Old Tree

It is strange
how things that we see
and take for granted
in everyday life
should suddenly instil
in our minds
a new awareness
of their presence

A silent moment
a brief pause
from life's ever quickening pace
a moment of peace -
in times like these
a common thing
like a dried old tree
becomes alive with beauty

It stands like a quiet sentinel
who has witnessed 
many an event 
through time
Time has passed by 
but it remains 
silently standing there
O Tree!
What secrets do you store
in your noble branches?
How many events have you recorded
that man knows nothing of?

In your younger days
when you wore your mantle of green
you nested the carefree birds
to their offspring
you gave protection
When the sun scorched the earth
you gave them cool shade
On a cool windy night
you gave them warmth
How pleasant was their song 
to your ear 
as they sang a song of thanks
to you

You were a playmate to the children
When they romped at your feet
or climbed on your branches
you smiled
Time grew older
and the children became lovers
You saw them kiss in your shade
soft with the light of the moon
The aura of their love
touched your leaves
and you blushed

Today 
they have all gone away
but you still remain 
silent sentinel
still waiting and watching
How many untold events 
have you witnessed
faithful keeper of secrets?

O that my soul could commune with you
and share of your rugged beauty!
Most Noble Tree!
forgive me for my
once-waxen eyes

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

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Rhiannon, Celtic Goddess Of The Moon

Rhiannon, Celtic Goddess of the Moon, with your silver hair
That flows for eternity as on your beautiful silver steed speed
Across the huge sky; you use your beauty__ men to snare
How you've lured men for centures and their minds ensnare

Rhiannon, Celtic Goddess of the Moon with flowing silver hair
Without a care on your beautiful silver steed ride on into eternity
Drawing all men, trap__luring to come and gaze with ease
Looking into the night sky they see your beauty as you ride by

Seemingly on your silver steed you rear up and stars
Flow into your trance and around your body they follow
Captivited by your beauty and magical pull into moon glow
How you have lured men for centures and them ensnared

Rhiannon, Celtic Goddess of the Moon, with your silver hair
That flows for eternity as on your beautiful silver steed speed

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

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Light MOONlight

Moon of the night,
I wish you could sing
You're indispensable to my being,
You guide me through this land,
of sparrows and nightingales,
over the bottle-green grass,
rain or shine or snow;
You're there every night
and the wrens sing to you, 
contemplating you
and pondering on their thirst; 
and in your eyes they see, 
a lovely face, 
for you have a face, 
like all moons, 
sometimes different
but you have one face
A face that illuminates.

Copyright © Ivo Cosentino | Year Posted 2014

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Sunrise

The moon acquainted the sun
after every dusk
The moon lived in the void
of the sun’s slumber
Only to die every morning
and leave the sun
 forever shining
without it

The sun is lonely 
who howls to the moon
The shadow of rain drops
clouding it’s light
as solitude devourers it
Leaving it to freeze

The hope for clear skies
was all that ignited
the fire blazing for love
in a world where it thought
it’d find none

The sun loosens the lasso
that cradled the moon
letting it depart
towards the horizon
It never knew



The sun met a mountain
that sparked a song
within her diamond chest
That set fire to the phoenix
whose wings vibrantly burst free
in a vortex of fiery color

The beat of a song
that danced gracefully
with every tune 
the wind sang
that warmed the furnace
of the empty heart
that sheltered the sun

The light gazes lazily through her window
cascading over everything precious
that the sun’s touch finds
A comfort to her soul
that only a mountain
could adventure in search for

He gently guided her 
down to the gorgeous earth
to present to her
a blossoming field of 
midnight flowers 
blooming into luminescent stars
which helped guide her
through the oceans of night

The terrors subsided
into the oblivion of light
dissipating into the past
of fallen summer leaves

The sun sat atop the roof
of her own sunrise
whistling a joyous melody
to the passing winds
of a new dawn

Copyright © Kay Ham | Year Posted 2015

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Wondering Moon - for contest

Wondering Moon

Slowly winking
as I saunter amid the stars
I wonder
are you watching me,
keeping tabs
on my cat-like grin.

Sun bathing
above your darkness
I reflect
on your days,
dim the lights
so that lovers
may lean close
and smile.

Creating
cloud swept shadows
that arouse
howling applause,
camouflaged hunters
amid a living nocturne.

Inspiring
the muse – to write
the voice – to sing
hearts – to bond
love – to shed its blush
owls – to question me.

My slow blink,
“graveyard shift” yawn,
cosmic REM
of nature’s nap
a thank you
to the lovers
the dreamers
the Sun.



5/2/2015
submitted to – It’s all about the moon – poetry contest
sponsor – SKAT A

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

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Silvery Moon


Silvery Moon drifts through open window.
Baby's bassinet is bathed in evening sky.

Across the open yards, Silvery Moon gifts,
gifts love and devotion to taper the shadows.
A shimmer to shield from darkness
dusting sleepy lids with light like baby powder.

Hold fast to fleeting innocence
and boldness of brilliant shield
as you swaddle my tender babe tonight
through open window, Silvery Moon.


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, August 7, 2012
Inspired by Babyface (Carl Sandburg)

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012

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The Moon

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall,
She shines on thieves in the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birds asleep in the forks of trees.

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house.
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.

But all of the things that belong to the day 
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way,
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.

Copyright © NWANDO OBIANYOR | Year Posted 2007

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Animism

Ask fate does the moon shift 

As the oceans drift apart 

With no moon in this sea of dark 

Visions slowly sank 

My dead eyes staring blank 

While i stay idle 

Forming an illusion of an isle 

Struggling to find consciousness growing weary 

Long thoughts in my head I hold dearly 

Chained as I am to body, soul and mind 

Barely scraching the surface with nothing to find 

There is not a line pourtraying a goal 

As I live peacefully with my soul 

My last drop of satisfied life that once ran rampant 

Drips to the sea of lost souls to be tampered  

Twisted and sore my vessel that I lore 

My soul began to soar higher then ever before

Copyright © Jay LeBlanc | Year Posted 2012

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December Moon

A cold December moon
cries out in the night
for the arms of Venus to warm him..

Copyright © valerie bellefleur | Year Posted 2008

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Winter in Chennai

One morn, in the breezy blue,
When the wintry wind was blowing,
A golden glint was peeping through,
His full face not showing;

The bitter breeze was so strong,
That the cosy clouds flew away,
And the golden glitter was not wrong
In reacting in a wild way;

The hot Rex was cold for some time,
Then the golden glare was seen,
Acting strange in a mighty mime,
Filling the frozen frame with sheen;

The blowing breeze then had to flee,
As the Rex's rays penetrated through,
The cottony clouds just stopped to see
The golden gleam burn the dew;

Soon, his hot anger was gone,
The golden globe had to smile,
As the evening did adorably adorn
The silent sky in her cool style;

A sweet stranger joined the fun,
Her visage was like the milky Moon,
She bade goodbye to the setting Sun,
His brief brightness was gone too soon;

When darkness came to play its game,
The airy atmosphere began to chill,
The ruling Regina now forward came,
To show her shy, but strong skill;

Her silver streaks slowly spread across
The creamy carpet of her mates,
They willingly watched her beauty cross
The eerie Earth's sleeping gates;

Giving her cold company throughout,
Was the icy wind, now boldly blowing,
She let him show his classic clout,
Then craftily carved a smile, all-knowing;

The bold blue sky turned pinkish red,
As a glittery glow began to rise,
Sure that things would come to a head,
The shining stars exited the skies;

The Rex saw the ravishing Regina and
The biting breeze, behind her stalking,
So, he casually came out to stand,
His golden glimpse doing all the talking;

The wind fled without turning around,
The Sunny Sovereign joined his Queen,
Holding hands, they surely did astound
The majestic morn and the wintry scene;

Soon, her Moony Majesty had to go,
The King, brightly beaming, said goodbye;
But the grand game will keep repeating its show,
After all, this is wonderful Winter in Chennai.


{Genesis 1: 16 - 18: And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.And God set them in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth,And to rule over the day and over the night, and to divide the light from the darkness: and God saw that it was good.  
Psalm 136: 7 - 9: To him that made great lights: for his mercy endureth for ever: The sun to rule by day: for his mercy endureth for ever:
The moon and stars to rule by night: for his mercy endureth for ever.}

Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2016

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Mom and the Moon

You are the changing moon,
Always shifting, never constant,
Your phases are unpredictable,
Mom, you are the moon, who stands alone in the distance,
Always watching over her stars in the shadows,
Shining your light over our world,
Through our darkest hours of the night.

Copyright © Marilyn Hernandez | Year Posted 2007

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Moon Goddess

Beautiful Selene.
Can you not fold your wings 
and leave the heavens ?
You have done enough.

Watching from your lofty home.
Moving across the stars,
inspiring lovers 
with your serene 
countenance.

Effecting ebb and flow
in the waters of life.
Can you not still 
your power and rest.

Oh to take your place beside
Endymion, your lover.
And lie forever in the written word.

But you are Luna, the moon
personified into divine existence 
living in the true world.

Jul 05 2010 For Dr. Mehta’s Luna contest

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010

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Moon Flower


Moon flower

You lay on white cotton sheets with the hospital logo imprinted
on the cloth and on the fabric of your life talcum powder for
your bed sores anorexic washed out gastric spittle dribbling
from ulcerous mouth facing what had to come no more shine
no radiant beauty just a living corps in the moonlit dusky night

Fed up and fed through lines in your flaccid arms scared from
where the needles had left skinned putrid innocent islands had
succumbed to chasing the dragon fallen off addictive wagons
breathing shallowly through white powder perforated nose
the stigma of questing for life in ecstacy a dim echo of delusion

Noose marks round your neck overdosed under-clothed a crazy
lunatic dishevelled mis-resemblance of what should have been
was meant to be a vibrant journey not eclipsed by crying despair

Your parents had called you Luna Flora the moonflower in their
pagan hippie delight had not considered the toxic poisonous stars

Moonflower one of the most romantic plants in the garden sweetly
fragrant trumpet shaped blossoms unfurled in the night pollinated
by moths like white powder spreading beauty and toxic devil’s weed

Luring enticing tempting dangerous hallucinating agitated confusion
when sucked in too eagerly not knowing where and when to stop

Like belladonna which you had meant to portray the night flower
shed its shadow cast indigestible spells over your paths on earth
too short wasted rejected drowning in sorrowful blindness side-lined
from sun and sparkling stars into the wicked night of helpless evil
you withered rushed from shot to shot one too many dirty cannulas oozing

A desiccated child-woman of the night pushing and pulling from
client to client giving your sex for their money extorted by pimps on
street corners dirty sprung mattresses feeding phallic prickly bursts
of sprinkling disgust a skeleton draped in loose lucid skin fondled breasts
you opened your legs closed your shame for anti-heroic heroin

Dressed in white cotton you marvelled stone dead in lunar radiance
from your marble coffin at midnight when the bells chimed good bye
when your friend and you parents had lost their minds and only child
at the final curtain last act of resistance to the ambiguity of Luna Deflorata
vanished to fangs of white powder white pills translucent misery injected

Written at midnight 22 August 2016









Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016

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Teasing Moon

Stars happily twinkled in the heaven 
Moon peaked out from among the clouds
The clouds drifted by merrily without hurry
Playing a game of hide and seek
Moon was trying to look at the ground
Wondering where he should shed some light
Clouds were laughing gleefully as they sauntered by
Teasing moon was on the agenda
 while the stars ignored these tactics
Moon sighs for he was in for a long foolish night
Wished he could turn  out his light
 
16/06/16

Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2016

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Mother Moon

I am three, and my mother is driving the car 
at night. I sit in the silent back seat falling 
in and out of sleep but every time I surface 
I see a silver eye staring at me.
It is the moon.
Thirty minutes, an hour, two hours, and still 
she is there, a spot on my window, so close
I could hold her in my cupped hands
and not spill.

“Mother,” I say, “why does the moon follow me?”
“Because she loves you.”

I am five, and my mother is lying beside me 
in my small bed in the awful dark.  
“Sleep well, my baby,” she sings in Korean, 
“don’t cry, you rooster
or my baby might wake.”
But I am only half listening to the surface
of my mother’s silver voice. 

After she leaves, the moon outside 
goes on humming the rest of her song.

Copyright © Hyuna Kim | Year Posted 2008

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Crescent

For the Moon ne'er shined as brightly as the Sun 
That, alone, impulsed me to look up into its imperfect beauty 
We were alone-- different-- but always surrounded 
The Moon in her dark entity 
While I in my airless field 
There were many nights I spent with the Moon 
Some were clear 
Others were starless and cloudy 
Nonetheless I loved that iridescent figure I could ne'er reach 
I smiled upon her cratered beauty 
And the eccentrics of her pale-gray heart 
Though her Siren calls taunted my dreams 
The Moon would be full 
But it was all an illusion 
For when I ran to her --open arms-- 
She became quarterly, and finally half 
The Moon, I could ne'er hold as my own 
So I, as Wind, blew elsewhere onto the Earth 
Though she still smiles at me invitingly 
I try to look away, for there is no atmosphere where she resides 
But I must admit, the Moon and me --we dance occasionally 
For, as Wind --I am ne'er seen 
And as for the Moon? 
She ne'er shined as brightly as the Sun 

4/29/2010

Copyright © Shanese Hicks | Year Posted 2011

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When wolves cry to the moon

How long will I have to call out to an open sky.
Where nothing but stars and constellations pass me by.
My restless heart screaming out for a lonely companion.
Where a tormented wanderer asks nothing more than attention.

Like a wolf I howl to distant voices.
Hoping I'll be heard,hoping someone will finally help me over come this feeling of solitude.
Like the stars I comfort in the moonlight.
As she cradles my shattered heart during the lonely nights.
The cold winds would fill the empty void in my heart.
And heal my heart from all it's battle scars.

AS she gives me hope to call out to open skies.
She helps me overcome my feeling of loneliness.
As her cold kiss touches my lips.
I finally fall asleep...

Copyright © Evgeni Amukwaya | Year Posted 2011

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Winter Moon

The man in the moon
pulls his collar up
around his chin
in the frosty evening 
and warms his hands
on the fires of Mars..

Copyright © valerie bellefleur | Year Posted 2008