Short Moon Poems
Short Moon Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Moon by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Moon by length and keyword.
Morning’s golden
Dawning
Kisses my wings
As I fly
To the sky
Looking for you
Instead, I found
Half moon
Aloft
The first crescent moon
Following the setting sun
With Saturn above
In the clear December sky
I send a wish to a star
The wind
Howls at
This moon and
Replies, I shall
Wrap my arms
Around thee,
Brother John
We are bound
By this love
Beautiful brown eyes
Magic in the air
Passion filled scene
Pain away the moon and the stars
I love you with all of me
went on sufer side
for a boat ride
and dance
and prance
under the moon light
i stay awake
thinking
THIS SUMMER WAS GREAT
There`s nothing as pure
and nothing as round
nothing as bright or
white as snow nothing
as graceful to me
ivory full moon
Form:
The halo just woke
what cold this earth was longing.
In joy, the moon danced.
December 13, 2013
Am I chasing you
Or the moonlight of my dreams,
Like a pair of twins
Upon landing on the moon
I expect to see you too
Stalking black shadows
Moon … Ghosts … Gods
Silent witnesses
Omnipresent, observing
The unfolding of life-
Demise
my green eyes open
pitch dark then the room lights up
a scintilla moon
KimRodrigues © 2017
luminous Pink Moon
signals the start of Easter
abundant ground phlox
11th April 2017
Contest Easter Haiku or Senryu
Couple's First Child
he's over the hump
moon and stars came together
align baby bump
connie pachecho
4/11/17
Subtle reddish hues looms over Full Moon
Coinciding with harvest moon and Friday 13
Phenomenon that will reccur in 2029
glimmerings of gothic moon and stars —
spiraling skirts and candlelight
7/19/2020
Friar of dark night
sullen glances brief broadcast
the unholy moon
Emerges from shadows loom
hidden clues to Satori
the luring night gloom
the moon shined and stars twinkled.
Sees the night's blackness.
all gazing skyward
following a full moon's path...
golden voices rise
4/14/2022
Used howmanysyllables.com
his voice was golden honey
she listened in the night
her heart played like a fiddle
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
No offense, one kid says.
But school lunch’s meat tastes like raccoon droppings.
Why would that be offensive? I wonder.
Life's fight; And The Fighter
Through this posture of sleep
Descried as harmless, both.
By Moon. Soft o'er does creep.
Angels wove her dresses
pirouetting 'cross the moon
Cherubs curled her tresses
wound 'round a golden spoon
She perched
on the curve
of the new moon’s crescent
Awestruck, he stared
in worshipful reverence
Lighter night, silence ...
Under the bright of moonlight!
blessing tears and fears
The pale half-moon,
like a swag of sheerest organdy,
adorns the sky...
an ornamental drape
on an ethereal window.
By the darkness of night
and by the light of the moon
I just want to lay outside
and be nothing
and let you be my star