Sitting by her open window,
Was a girl deep in thought,
Lost within a book of Poe,
A perfect poem she sought.
With a curious eye,
He watches her pen,
For she gives it a try,
Every now and then.
He will visit her forevermore,
In silent hours of midnight,
Casting his shadow on her floor,
Within the full moonlight.
Mysterious, nocturnal bird,
Calling out to darkened land,
Speaking such wise word,
Which I cannot understand.
I am lonely, I must confess,
It's just you, me and the moon,
You are much like me, I guess,
So, please sing me another tune.
A messenger of death,
Wailing songs of a banshee,
Has my grim reaper cometh,
Was this warning meant for me?
My soul was projected,
In the shadow of a fowl,
A raven I had expected,
Not the silhouette of an owl!
Copyright © Kelly Deschler
NASA reassured all those with suspicious minds
as the blood moon brought fears of the apocalypse
Millions gathered to see this phenomenon
Witnessing a breathtaking super moon eclipse
Super moon Eclipse contest by Eve Roper
28 September 2015
Overlapping lunar eclipse and super moon had some religious leaders warning of a major turning point on Earth.
For anyone concerned that the world may be coming to an end, the views of Nasa should provide calming relief. The organisation has used its website to quell fears of the planet being destroyed, or at least being destroyed soon.
“Nasa knows of no asteroid or comet currently on a collision course with Earth, so the probability of a major collision is quite small,” the site says.
“In fact, as best as we can tell, no large object is likely to strike the Earth any time in the next several hundred years.”
Copyright © Silent One
I blame you, moon, for bringing thoughts of love
in night to charm my eyes in slumber deep.
Dreams drift bewildered in my head above
til’ morning seizes passion’s grip from sleep.
The moon shines careless on this lonely soul
and beckons prey to seek the hunter’s fang.
As dark expands in shadows to console,
they slice the skin releasing bitter pain.
In dreams, I feel a heart beating with mine,
a stranger once becomes now all I know.
Familiar taste upon my lips like wine
flows perfectly from starry tide aglow.
How do I live in sunlight’s looming grave,
deadened by numbing rays of ruthless sun?
How do I live without the arms I crave,
amongst the crowds until the day is done?
I blame you, moon, for rousing dreams within
to taunt me with a lover’s longing smile.
Beneath closed lids, I’m lost in timeless spin.
Winds whisper, moon, please let her sleep awhile.
for Gautami Phookan's Waking Dreams Contest, 12/1/14
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
The sun plunged
In the space of silence,
The summer has been extended
In a slow wandering ...
The orb has been drunk,
Gradually, by fringes.
> We did not hear anything,
From the fall of the angel ...
The horizon has folded its wings around
Confusing the distants ...
Evening invades what remains of the day
In a jiffy.
Water reflections exchanges
The colors overrated,
With the sky full of oranges,
The trees are just silhouettes ...
The night the already marks yesterday
This is a timely opportunity,
Where piercing welcoming clouds
unfolds, shamelessly ,the moon ...
It will take an earth tour,
And plenty of patience,
For the solar triumph reappears
In its rebirth ,
As clarity rises
And progresses slowly
Until the most intense moment, at its solstice,
To the top of the firmament.
And the celestial body draws, now
All things , in gold drops ,
..... - And this is another day.
It drinks in his turn and evaporates it....
Le soleil a plongé
Dans l'espace du silence,
L'été s'est prolongé
Dans une lente errance...
L'astre a été bu,
Petit à petit, par franges.
> Nous n'avons rien entendu,
De la chute de l'ange...
L'horizon a replié ses ailes, autour
Confondant les lointains...
Le soir envahit ce qu'il reste de jour,
En un tournemain.
Les reflets des eaux échangent
Des couleurs surfaites ,
Avec le ciel tout en oranges,
Les arbres ne sont que silhouettes...
La nuit, marque déjà l'hier,
C'est l'occasion opportune,
Où, perçant des nuées hospitalières,
se dévoile, sans pudeur, la lune...
Il faudra un tour de terre,
Et beaucoup de patience,
Pour que réapparaisse le triomphe solaire,
Dans sa renaissance ,
Que la clarté se hisse
Et progresse lentement,
Jusqu'au plus intense, à son solstice,
Au sommet du firmament.
Et l'astre dessine maintenant ,
Toutes choses en gouttes d'or,
..... - Et c'est un autre jour.
Il le boit à son tour, puis l' évapore....
Copyright © rene Chabriere
An August night waits,
For the setting of the sun.
Sparkles light her eyes,
When sunset has begun.
A romantic ambiance,
Moon nestles with the night.
Waiting to cast his love,
Of radiating light.
Reflections over waters,
The moon blushes with a glow.
Embracing one another with,
The love they both bestow.
A secret rendezvous,
Between Ms. lady night.
Dancing with her love,
As his poem's, he recites.
Copyright © Raul Moreno
The elements of the heavens above
Where the birds go swaying and dipping down
And the clouds mist their way along the sky
There the dark sky shrouds the moon with a gown
In awe I spread my arms just to accept
The nature of the clouds and the cool air
Beams of white light coming out from the moon
Adds to the serenity that’s out there
I hold out my hand to receive a drop
A drop of dew from the heavens above
Tenderly I kiss it and fill my soul
Makes me want to fly with the birds I love
The highest point of the sky before space
Is where I end up, looking at the stars
No other beauty compares to this trip
I slowly fall back amongst the briars
I live meagerly here on this vast Earth
Then I fly again amongst the great clouds
I often go see with the birds up high
Joyously live my days with all that’s proud
Copyright © Russell Sivey
Chance the night, oh fragrant wind
Beckon to its drowsy calling
For 'tis there she rises high
And in the morn’s seen falling
Two different worlds on blanket lay
Before creations dawning
T’was there, her glory first espied
Began her lover’s fawning
The gentle glow upon her face
Her light of azure gloaming
A reflection of the love he feels
His warmth of heart e’er showing
Chase the wind, disrupt the tides
My lover, oh my soul
And to your darkened bed abide
In part or by the whole
Though my eyes rare find your face
Upon the darkened night
Forever shall we meet and dance
Above the blue twilight
Copyright © Christopher Thor Britt
So Many Questions
Were you watching the same moon as I?
The bright smiling moon, low down in the sky
Were you watching it when I at last said goodnight?
Did you catch that kiss sent on the glow of moonlight?
Did you close you eyes in sleep, as the moon passed on by?
Did you catch my dreams to keep them safe, not let them die?
Were you hugging your pillow so tight to your chest?
Leaving kisses on the pillow where my head should be pressed.
Did you wake to see the same moon, then go to sleep?
Were my dreams in your arms, there for you to keep?
To keep for a short while till you give them back to me?
Where we can share them together that is my decree.
© 29/11/2012 ~GG~
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl
Oh souls that brave All Hallow's moon
whose shadowed face would bid us swoon.
We stare upon your ghostly veil
a-flight on twilight's empty trail.
And yet, we delve where darkness daunts
to fathom mystery, know what haunts
our souls when comes October's tide,
where fear and anguish both abide.
Each hidden passage, road or rill
we spy while walking makes us chill.
Gray shadowed wings on ghostlike trees
make heart and footsteps quickly freeze.
All pathways lead where horrors thrill.
The heart is numbed as is our will.
Frail steps draw close toward the lair
where phantom talons might ensnare.
How long until we're safely home
free of this mental catacomb?
These questions spin within our head
as we trek fully gripped by dread.
How do souls flee such grievous fright?
Oh moon, postpone our dreadful plight.
Deliver us to warmth and home
from black enigmas in the gloam.
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn
If I could take you anywhere
I’d take you to the moon
Far above the trees and clouds
And we would go there soon.
The first thing I would do for you
As we went along the way
Is pluck a few stars from the sky
And make you a bouquet.
We’d walk along the moon dust
With only our bare feet
And feel it come between our toes
Then our eyes would meet
We’d sit on the edge
With our legs dangling free
And every trouble would leave my heart
When you smiled at me
And then you would take my hand
And I’d give you the grand tour
Because this moon is a place
That I have been before
You see, I’ve been to the moon often
In my dreams throughout the years
The moon is my special place
That I’ve treasured and held dear.
Never has a person
Been to the moon with me
And I told myself the one who would,
To my heart would hold a key.
And so my moonlight loved one
It is you who holds the key
And I’ve brought you to this place
That is cherished unto me
I want to say I love you
It is you whom I adore
Will you use the key you have
To open my heart’s door?
And in one sweep you’d take me
Into your warm embrace
I would see the look of forever
Etched upon your face
In that single moment
My life would change for good
I’d find my true love on the moon
As I always knew I would…
February 16, 2006
Copyright © Holly Miller
The Meaning of Love
Sitting on the water the moon dipping in his toes
Water rippling down, towards the sea it goes.
Making love under the moonlit sky so bright
As one together, on one never-to-be forgotten night.
Ripples of water matched by ripples of fear
Trembling together but not even near
Eons apart but matched in one thought
It cannot be stopped, it cannot be fought.
The moon need not be there, the river may dry up
The stars never seen, the wine they did not sup
Together they can be as one without even a touch
In thought and word only, the passion too much.
To fetch the passion to it’s desired end
Words of love and time one needs to spend
To come and reach the final conclusion
Together as one, it is no illusion.
Happiness can be reached though eons apart
Though time and circumstance tug at the heart
To never be alone in word thought or deed
Always to be there, when the other is in need.
© 22/12/2012 ~GG~
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl
Worlds apart, yet so very close
As two hearts can beat as one
The sun shines upon us both
Then evening moon does come
We share a place we call our own
When the moon then sheds its light
We meet there, in shadow cast
As day turns into night
You wait for me in lover’s robe
As I come into view
The smile that you give to me
I then give back to you
With your hand, you take my own
You lead me to your tree
Beneath the arms, its mighty limbs
We share love, you and me
Betwixt by nighttime’s hidden glow
Our hearts then shine, form light
Caressing skin, with lips so soft
We bathe in our delight
As the moon, so then descends
To the other side of the earth
We whisper into each other’s ears
A thanks for our rebirth
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt
As I sit here in the dark
and gaze upon the moon,
I know her journey through the sky
is over much too soon.
As she travels through the night
a trail of stars awaken,
but as she rises to her glory
her time is all but taken.
She never falters from her course,
is always straight and true,
and from this goddess of the skies
all others take their cue.
As she goes upon her way
she leaves her special mark,
and looks just like a precious jewel
against the midnight dark.
She weaves her special magic,
casts a spell on everyone,
and touches every heart she reaches
before her journey's done.
But just before she disappears,
into the velvet deep,
she smiles down on mortal man
and whispers him from sleep.
Copyright © Emma Mantle
In the dead of night
Some years ago
A metamorphose transpired
Under full moon glow
A lady in black
In graveyard mist
Danced with the crows
In evolutionary twist
Her presence was surrounded
By luminous flows
Larva's were being shed
In dark butterfly grow
Her black dress becomes discarded
Shape-shifting in the dead of night
Red Admirals flutter
In demonic delight
They become butterfly winged elves
To our moon our orb
Anticipating in taking
Copyright © James Fraser
How do we meet under a lover’s moon?
What does this moon look like?
Will it give me a lover?
Or will it send me on my bike?
Why be under a lover’s moon
Does it imbibe powers of prowess?
Of does it hide their shyness
If in a state of near undress.
A harvest moon a blue moon
A waning and a waxing one
A new moon an old moon
And yet only one precious sun.
People cast their seed
On the first full moon in spring
They say it gives the best crops
And that’s saying something.
There are dances in the moonlight
For those with nefarious thoughts
Bet they‘d get a fright
When lycanthropics, rampage and cavort
On the night the moon is full what a shock for all the lovers
A werewolf jumps on them, just as their delights each uncovers
So blue moon new moon, harvest moon of just full
Which is the lover’s moon so my dreams I can fulfil?
© ~GG~ 21/12/2012
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl
The Super Moon cries as she peeks!
Illuminating earthly deeds!
Wars, and poverty are seen!
She eclipses, to cover eyes to see!
9/28/2015 Eve Roper's. Super Moon Eclipse Contest
Copyright © michael tor
When night burns starless like a tomb,
shadow exults the dark and gloom.
Our souls hone fears sharp as a blade,
and every path holds certain doom.
To dare a trek on nights thus made
all rue in heart their fool's crusade.
Through shadowed vestige, mute and still
our dreams of past and future fade.
Fainthearted soon, we lack the will
to slow our heart, to mount near hill,
where specters sing their doleful tune,
and dread alone makes one's blood chill.
Dark, boundless night would have us swoon,
so pray that safety comes, and soon.
When souls feel trapped by shadows dire
we cast our hopes upon the moon.
the moon sustains as twilight's fire,
it tarries until dusk expire.
When sunlight ends the gloam's deep mire,
we'll share new hope by dawn's bright pyre.
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn
Bright last quarter, soft, cool moon
Blue-gray sky, sun rising soon.
Pearl-like gem in heaven's row
Lead us to sun's brilliant show.
Morning light on soft feet creeps
Showing us such verdant keeps.
Birds awake and sing their tune
Chirp, chirp at the passing moon.
Great owl sweeps a field for prey
Folks arise, another day.
Daylight grows, hot coffee brews
Soon they'll read the morning news.
Outside air is clean and warm
On each corner, day takes form.
Sounds of joy and life, all strong
signalling the waking throng.
Fade fast now last quarter moon.
Soon the sun will see you swoon.
But, at dusk, another eve
There the cloak of night to weave.
Bright Last Quarter
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn
The moon, pausing near her zenith,
On that balmy night in May,
Painted a warm, nocturnal landscape,
In varying shades gray.
A mockingbird insomniac,
With golden harp did play,
And serenade his lady love
With songs as bright as day.
A shy, retiring whip-poor-will
In some hidden, forest swale,
Intoned his lonely-heart refrain,
In a melancholy wail.
The gentle breeze, that washed my face,
Tasted honeysuckle sweet,
While silver dewdrops glistened,
On the grass beneath my feet.
Though my magic, childhood years have gone
On frightened wings of flight,
I treasure, in my reverie,
That enchanted full moon night.
Copyright © William Robinson
The voyeur moon has promised she
will hide her light tonight and keep
it dark outside if we'll agree
to let her watch us while we sleep
Copyright © Lycia Harding
Oh supermoon looks so huge and pretty
Hiding behind the earth just for fun
We observe them from both town and city
Moon blushes red as the rising sun
Contest: Supermoon Eclipse
Sponsored: by Eve Roper
Copyright © JAN ALLISON
When the waning moon casts its umber shadow on the earth,
During a supermoon eclipse all the skywatchers quietly gather;
A double spectacle of a gigantic swollen moon bathed in blood red,
And light creeping the edges of earth to create seven blue sisters.
September 28, 2015
For the contest, Supermoon Eclipse, sponsor, Eve Roper
Copyright © Broken Wings
Too late I learned the Supermoon had been around.
Another chance I missed to see some magic in the air!
To see it red, I ran fast to my yard and found
A plain full moon that looked down at me in my underwear!
For Supermoon Eclipse Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich
Pink sky in the morning
Blue sky in the afternoon kiss
Another golden sunrise
Beautiful supermoon eclipse
© Copyright KC.Leake
29th September 2015
All Rights Reserved
For The Contest
Copyright © kevin leake
I raised my hands to hide the streetlights
bleaching out my view,
and then, my Lord, I understood it
- I was praising you.
Composed and posted - October 4th 2015
Copyright © Bill Lindsay
Oh giver of life, you glorious Sun,
You instinctively know what must be done.
I bask in your warmth to gain energy;
Marvel how you raise up each plant and tree.
You, gracious Moon ever watchful at night
Even aware when your eye is closed tight.
You sway our emotions, also the sea;
Cause turmoil at times or tranquility.
I love you Earth and all of your creatures.
There's joy in knowing you are our teachers.
I will, to treat you with respect and care
And pray that the world will become aware
When we poison you, we poison us too.
Keeping you balanced will grow life anew.
We are blessed with Earth, sea, wind and fire;
Ether, divine, our longing desire
Helps us to treasure our blessings on Earth
And love that's bestowed when given our birth.
So embrace loyal Sun and moody Moon
As sweet Nature sings her loveliest tune.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong
I shall compose you a poem,
below your round, shining face,
for this is where I feel at home,
a pen within my warm embrace.
Underneath this moon of red,
my soul begins to dance and sing,
I awaken my spirits, once dead,
at this midnight hour of spring.
Red moon born from an eclipse,
no better time to work my spell,
your hue mimics my crimson lips,
Just watch me break out of my shell.
Dave Wood's contest - "Red Moon"
Copyright © Kelly Deschler
The Goddess Of The Moon looked down,
Upon the quiet garden.
She watched night creatures at play,
The Owl, Raccoon and Marten,
Seeking as they do each night,
Their simple, humble fare,
And smiled as she watched them,
The breeze catching her hair.
The silver strands float all about,
Her visage so exciting,
So ethereal, so mystical,
Her crystal gaze enticing.
I come each night to watch her dance,
While everyone is sleeping,
And all is quiet, peaceful, still,
The lovely maid comes sweeping,
Silver streaks of moonlight,
Through town and wood and glen,
Then morning comes and she is gone,
Till moon rise comes again.
Copyright © Judy Ball
Two-word Lines Free
with Rhyme Verse
gibbous moon The near-full moon—
ashen veil its ashen light—
phantasm strewn ghostly, swathing all
redolent pale with pale glow.
shamed hues In moonlight, colors surrender—
morbid face faces are morbid, semblance
heedless muse of those about to pass,
death’s embrace abandoned by life's essence.
gibbous moon Gibbous moon wanes, as
night reviled night warily gauges its retreat.
morning soon And with advancing dawn,
newborn child. new life replaces the departed.
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Copyright © Mark Peterson
Sailing a kiss to you my dearest lady
soft and gentle winds gently they carry me away
starry eyes glisten pearl drops on fragrant memories
sailing within each and every thought love
Honey you whom is as fair in beauty
as the blossoms covered in dew sweetly dripping riches
deep maiden true golden treasure of the heart
gift of precious dreams spell magic beyond compare
Enchanting bluebells ring out sweetest tunes
when I close my eyes awakens a picture pure
Yearning in the crystal realm one smile
whispering sighs your name softly breathtaking
Inside upon the warm breeze faraway siren
whistling tunes flutter always to you my Queen
Whom crowns emotions champion of the heart
I drink from the silver chalice of the moon
Sipping thoughts I kneel before you graciously
embracing beauty upon the deepest sands
rising waves within the ocean curl salted
over and back feelings moistly kissing your feet
Copyright © liam mcdaid