Thompson Emate Poet Verse

When the Moon Weeps

When the moon weeps, the night writhes in pain.  
The stars are in intense agony,
There's an overcast of the unknown,
The night watchers are filled with despair;  
Potsherds of darkness fall upon us,  
And songs of sorrow rise from our lips.  
Strange voices echo in the meadow,  
The elements bleed when the moon weeps.


January 7, 2026.
Nette Onclaud,
Repetition Works When Done Right Poetry Contest.

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Karen Jones January 9, 2026 at 12:01 AM A somber beautiful write! I entered this contest as well. Best wishes to you for a win! Thompson Emate January 10, 2026 at 5:36 AM Thank you, Karen, for stopping by. I'm honoured.

Joanna Daniel January 8, 2026 at 1:34 AM Very beautiful, I love the way you developed on the theme:) Thompson Emate January 10, 2026 at 5:35 AM Thank you, Joanna, for stopping by. I'm honoured.