Age Moon Poems | Age Poems About Moon

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Details | Salaam | |

Yeh khaalipan

Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega

Copyright © shadab shaikh | Year Posted 2013

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Rising Moon

As if deep in thought
The spring moon rises
Between flowering ancient trees.

Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2014

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Moon War

This is as simple as it gets
The truth displayed on blank pages
Lies on the written ones
For you, for me- the wages
From fighting this war are meager
And it seems that we are eager
To leave this hole we are in. 
Can we write a new story?
Nothing is happening but nothing
Can prevent this unbecoming glory.
Winning was never an option we
Had considered in the first place. 
But to actually have victory 
Would be kind of the one we call fate. 
This is as complicated as it gets
Food turns to drink in moonlight
But still we cross our fingers and
Hope that a beam could be our spotlight.

Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2013

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River, Moon, Giants

     River, Moon, Giants

Old wood, river banks 
Saturated with moon, spills
Trees grow giant, shade 

    Created on 8/27/14 for One Solo Epic Haiku – River Walk contest

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Second Opinions

By Curtis Johnson

It seemed so clear and plain to me that those urges for repetitive behaviors and tendencies were hard to tame.

It seemed that there simply was no recourse from a life locked in “drive” on a one way street that always ended up the same.

Like a loaded locomotive headed across the plains, providing no great views of mountains or rivers; there too was a longing inside of me to stop and get off  this fast train.

As our lives approach the setting of the sun, and the evening star appears, it seems appropriate to take a little more time to contemplate, meditate, and rearrange.

I thinks perhaps it’s true that there is sometimes less to be gained from vain repetition; and sometimes, I think  that second opinions are required to relieve         more pain.

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka | |


upstairs window
the fields looking as
covered with snow in the night
thinking of all and nothing
but the moonlit fields

my zen books,
peter pauper press editions,
yellow with age now
showing my steadfast love
for no-mind even now

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC | |

Come, come fly me to Mars


Come, come, my guiding light,
Fly me to the skies in the highest above,
To be the heavenly guest, amongst the angels,
To the hospitable, intriguing and luring destination,
Amongst the stars of heaven and their constellations!

When I ride on the wings of dusk,
Our dreams reflect through the bright moonlight.
The rising of Aries from the twilight sea,
And the setting age of Libra in the distant horizon,
Bring hopeful tides and dreams that forever rule over our destiny!

When I ski on the broad flat rings of Saturn,
I see the yellow sun rise in your sweet blue eyes.
When I settle on the far side of the roars of rough seas of Venus,
And the life giving spirit grows faint within me in Jupiter,
You illuminate me with energy and recharge my batteries!

As I journey endlessly and ascend through spacecraft,
East of the stimulating Sun and west of the arousing Moon,
To the endless new sound of the Ram’s horn,
Surely, the sun will not smite me by the day,
Nor the moon at night, with you beside me!

Come; come fly me to Mars, to our heavenly destination,
To the red planet teeming with intricate canals,
To waterways, rivers and silver lakes so intelligently designed,
To the planetary satellites, so intriguing and amusing,
Whose variety and colour continue to invoke awe and wonder!

When Mars is aligned to the Sun, Mercury, and Venus,
Saturn, Earth, and Pluto are on one straight line,
Jupiter entering Leo, Moon squatting in Capricorn,
Uranus awakening and Neptune unifying us,
Surely, love and peace will engulf us for all eternity!

Oh, my guiding light, please take my hand and show me around!
Let me see what Summers and Autumns are like in Mars,
And when we awake to the seasons of singing,
Flowers blossoming and early fruits forming,
With sweet smelling scents to adore,
Surely, this is the dawning age of our Spring in Mars

Copyright © SIMON M MATLOU | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ballade | |

moon walks

When Moon blocks the Sun 
The sea in the bay is restless slapping over
the pier, salt spray on the dog, she was 
not amused and sought shelter behind the car.
She had not been herself for days 
the moon blocking the sun I didn’t know it 
affected animals.
Perhaps a residue of a disaster that happened 
years ago and can easily happen again,
a meteor hitting the earth and not a dignified 
end of humanities and their loyal slaves, dogs 
the donkey and horses. 

A gust of winds also called a squall made me 
sense the dog’s fear. We drove home I lit the fire, 
a dog doesn’t like changes. The peril over,
 she woke me up ate seven needed a pee and all 
was well with the world.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet | |

In the twilight

Where are gone the crested larks and thrushes
Where are sparkling pebbles on your seashore 
Where are the cherries from your cute crushes
That would break out as we opened the door

Nonetheless the orange glow in valley
And the two wings spread only a little
Is enticing even now to rally
All my bohemian birds to sprinkle

With fondness the downpour from my cuddle
Now that you are again in the twilight
Holding my clouds with your smiley bubble
The foaming river now rippling quiet

Thank you for the unexpected moonrise
We must take our dark glasses off our eyes

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose | |


In the bread house, I see, and hear a family of four break bread together. The knee-high son, sits under the mother's armpit, and dad sits across from her. The baby sits in a high chair, seemingly the only one aware that he's the head of the table. He pounds his fist, when the morsels don't come fast enough from his mom's fingers, to his mouth. The knee-high son is so happy, that he sings completely indiscernible lyrics of a song he either learned in daycare, or from some bizarre, unidentifiable species on television. The dad occasionally helps calm the baby down: occasionally. The mom is content. She eats. She consoles. She feeds. She eats. She is their moon; she keeps them on a fixed orbit.

Copyright © Mark Morris | Year Posted 2015

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listen to the moon, 
it’s quiet, 
it listens. 
the parentless, 
the homeless, 
the drunks, 
the whores, 
the broken, 
the one’s who hold 
onto what’s left of 
their soul. 
they all see light 
somewhere in 
their darkness. 
listen to the moon.
I’ve been parentless, 
I’ve been homeless, 
I’ve been drunk, 
I’ve had the whores, 
I am the broken. 
what’s left of my soul 
keeps me from losing it. 
listen to the moon.
as you drive with your 
hand to the wind, 
you can feel it but 
you can’t grab it. 
that’s what life is. 
listen to the moon.
life is your cell phone 
waiting to charge, 
life is the flat tire 
on your road trip, 
life is the final notice 
on a bill you can’t pay. 
listen to the moon.
life was sleeping behind 
a taco shop, 
life was calling collect 
just to be denied, 
life was the moment 
you decided to keep 
her from death. 
life is, 
when she kills you 
do you hear the clock? 
it laughs with life.
listen to the moon… 
I guarantee, 
it’s listening to you.

By: Chicano Eddie

Copyright © CHICANO EDDIE | Year Posted 2016

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Moon and stars

Moon and stars
I am his hated love child
On this bitter earth

Copyright © Pheko Motaung | Year Posted 2016

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moon landing

Long Term Solution 

 It has come to my attention that the moon is capable growing green 
bananas, goats and sheep but not cattle as they emit too much gas 
into the planet`s thin surface can live there.
 if we send refugees there as pioneers they are forbidden to smoke 
tobacco although, to the great surprise to the first moon lander found 
an empty packet of Camel which of course was planted there by young 
Putin to blame the USA. Also should the Settlers who make life difficult for 
the Palestinians should run out of land to a new Jerusalem can be built 
in one of the moon`s craters.
 Europe has like Pontus Pilatus washed her delicate hands of the refuge 
problem let us construct spaceships that must be paid for by migrants,
 but beware they can one day switch off the light.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016

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Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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Depicting the Moon's Existence

Depicting the Moon’s Existence 
“Cissy, look… the moon is fadey.” 
  dear child. 
 I  wish not to correct her grammar…
 for it be naive on the tip of her tongue;

“Yes sweet child, she be fading… by the touch
and the gaze you give her dear.”
she fades behind the fog that looms above the night’s

her kindled glow… smoldering in the hearts 
of passers by,

We wade in her meadow of moonbeam's…
she sprout’s crystal’s… 
milky, and opaque.

“So yes dear, the moon is “fadey” but only 
by the light of your own eye’s and the attention you give her…
forever she will fade.” 

“she look’s like the Cheshire Cat’s grin, Cissy…” she say’s in 
a longing and nostalgic tone.

I guess you could say… the moon beam’s a
superb smile.
but then again I dare not say… to my sweet sister,

that rabbit’s and dormice do not 
share a cup of tea...
nor do they pass sweet, glinting sugar cube’s.

sadly the moon.. does not have Alice 
or her mad companion, nibbling on crumpet’s
and strawberry tarts.

“Yes...sweet child, you could say
that the moon’s dark faded 
apparition, is grinning with a tad of 
strawberry jam upon her dimple.”

The moon is a wonderland indeed.
many depict her mystic facade 
with many ethereal words- and verses;

or simply put… a child’s unformed sentence
of, “the moon is fadey.” 
be a fitting description of the moon and her mesmerizing 


Copyright © Madison Demetros | Year Posted 2016

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The Moon Bows

The aging artist has a trait,
  those short on sight can’t bear

All normal signs of waning,
  a crown now his to wear

Wrinkles and sparse graying hair,
  still negative to some

But when they light upon a Sage,
 —the moon bows to the sun

(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)

Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017