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Details | Personification |
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




Details | Narrative |
I looked up at a silver moon 
Peering through a cloud of misty gloom 
As we sailed across the Atlantic Sea 
That fateful night in June 
 
And as I stood upon the bow 
A furrow crossed my troubled brow 
When I saw a dying star fall from the sky 
As the wind out of the north 
Began to cry 
 
'Twas then with fearful heart 
I came at last to realize 
That we were sailing 
On a wave of ill-tidings 
Known as 'The Devil's Tide' 
 
For no omen of the sea 
Brought more fear than thee 
A fallen star -  a silver moon 
Together in the month of June 
If legend true would surely bring us doom 
 
So with no trace of land in sight 
We sailed onward through the night
I -  the Captain 'Louie Lou' 
With my faithful crew 
Aboard the 3 mast schooner 'Angel - of the Blue' 
On canvas wings we flew 
Upon the wailing wind that blew 
 
Then suddenly a hush of malaise 
Crushed the summer night
Filling all the crew with dreadful fright 
As all the stars in heaven lost their light 
And the silver moon dipped completely out of sight 
Leaving us to drift without guidance 
To our unknown plight 
 
An eerie sound began to roll out of the west 
Growing louder and louder as we held our breath 
Until it was upon us and the ship began rise 
As we looked in horror into the Devil's eye 
As the Angel of the Blue began to fly 
Up the Devil's breast she climbed 20 fathoms high 
 
One by one the Angel's wings were torn away 
As she fought to save us from the Devil's rage 
Screams of horror falling from her timber sides 
As the crew fell into the Devil's tide 
 
And I -  tethered to the helm -  watched them die 
As we climbed even higher into the Devil's eye 
And as the Angel's body creaked and cracked
We finally scaled the crest and rode upon the Devil's back
Just before I fainted and my world went black 
 
I woke up in the morning high on a mountain side 
Never knowing just how I had survived 
knowing only that my Angel and my crew had died 
 
~~~ 
 
Many years have come and gone since then 
And I am forever haunted by each and every one of them 
My faithful crew and my mighty 'Angel of the Blue' 
 
I see their faces in my dreams 
As I awaken to their screams 
Wishing, too -  that I had died 
But someone had to live 
To tell the tale of the 'Devil's Tide'.

~~~~~~~~

Author:  Elaine George
Entry for contest:  Legends
Awarded:  First Place




Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |

The moon's bow beckons to me,
wind's frosty fingers 
entwining mine,
and I lay myself on the balcony's ledge

immersing, losing myself
under that inky blanket sea

the clouds rolling past, so fast,
skimming like waves veiling moonlight,
then letting it peek through
like a shy bride

beautiful, so beautiful
a gentle glow of soul
a silent lullaby that rocks me

If only for a moment
I keep my cradle of tears at bay,
as I let the moon do the weeping for me.


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Debussy's Clair de Lune
now mingles in my mind like soft smoke
and tears come streaming...
Tired, so tired am I.







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Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2014




Details | Rhyme |
She sits on the porch in a cool desert night
A bobcat stalks prey in the day's fading light
The moon looks like a big orange in the blue
Evoking old memories she thought she outgrew

Memories of nights of moutons and mums
High stepping half-times and booming bass drums
And homecoming dances that ended too soon 
Under West Texas stars and a big bobcat moon

He sits on the beach in an evening gulf breeze
An autumn vacation in the Florida keys
The moon looks like a big orange in the blue
And brings to his mind an old memory anew

The reunion that gathered together that year
Old friends and acquaintances scattered and near
To tell stories of glories till late afternoon
And share in the evening the big bobcat moon

We sit by the lakeside past sunset one time
The end of another communion sublime
The moon looks like a big orange in the blue
And summons a vision of friends we once knew

She flies round the barrel with her long ponytail
He yells and rings joy on the victory bell
We loved them and all those who left us too soon
We'll remember them well with the big bobcat moon

©January 10, 2013

For my high school reunion group. The bobcat is our school mascot. 
In Texas, girls often dressed up for the homecoming game and were given a chrysanthemum (mum) corsage by their date. In the late fifties an inexpensive "fur" coat made from straightened and dyed sheepskin called a "mouton" was often worn by girls wanting to look elegant.

Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.

In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
            the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
         wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.

How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face 
of eternities long time clock...

I ache with wanting, with need and passion
          it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
                              when I faced realities shock.

Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
             and make the broken whole?


I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me. 
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
                that so many leavings have left?

Cherish and love to honor and protect
             but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
     and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
      with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?

I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
      this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
   with the brush held in your hand

I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.



Internal rhyme
Imagery
Assonance
Alliteraton
Repetition
Synesthesia

Copyright © tara jennings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka |
night time’s starlight moon
curdles the whey of longing
clouds mask heart’s desire
trembling arms reach out to you
train whistles haunt the captives
 

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sonnet |
Deceiving Beams From False Moons Often Fall

Deceiving beams from false moons often fall
To those sad, lonely and lost love blinded
Aching for tender-sweet renewed love calls
Fall farther being so single minded.

Darkness offers its own glimmering rays
Converted into lights by epic pains
When all seems lost, mere seconds are delays
Minutes wasted seem unbearable strains.

Where once love thrived, now love is forsaken
Such gashes break armor and soon blood spills
Thus any rope thrown is so soon taken
Relief too long waited, brings cold chills. 

Pride gone, wandering fires fail to warm.
Then Dark and Blackness wrecks its greatest harm.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2018
Sonnet, ( Return To The Lost Light)

NOTE-  Written from a message received in a dream last night.
My Muse refused to let me ignore it, thus I sat down and wrote it..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

Details | Salaam |

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

Details | Haiku |
Moonlight metaphor
The blind stars are his best friends
The great sea my  heart  

Copyright © Pheko Motaung | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
                                                                **~**

My heart is fierce in its longing for you
 With thoughts that mimic flitting butterflies
Like stars chasing the moon in the black velvet night
And every time I close my eyes…
It is you whose face I see
I ache from deep within my soul
Wanting to feel my fingertips trace the soft texture of your skin
Run my fingers through your soft, chocolate hair
Longing to see your smile - beaming radiant like diamonds in the sky


Lying in my bed at night the fingers of darknes touch my skin
The moon quietly tiptoes through my window
As silent witness to my bleeding heart
Closing my eyes…
Brings your image closer to my mind
For you... are a violet glistening with dew to my longing heart
An angel - in a spider's land
Where they deceitfully weave their web of lies
Unwillingly... turning your heart against me...
The mother who loves you so                                      

I drift away into a restless sleep dreaming of you- my girl  
As the early morning sun creeps through my window
I awake... with a heart that breaks all over again
I am a prisoner held captive by my love for you
My precious, little porcelain girl

My love for you will never end
I pray for strength to see us through
For someday we will win this battle
And the love we share...
Will lovingly come shining through

                                                             **~~**

 

Copyright © anne p. murray | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
i look to stars and wishes flew through space never to be heard again
fun to friends hearts do meld and break facing until time ends
this loop that plays and beats that syncopate become but a gem
pleasure a chest opened in surprise feeling no need to defend
galaxies away lonely planets  please keep me in mind
 distance could grow something fond or lost between the lines
gps my love you can see  its still where I  left it behind
thoughts fade away with life love lives forever in my rhyme

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

without air i couldnt breathe squeezed until I'm passing by
no water flow my skin would dry and I return to the sky
sunny days would blacken out, attracting need for desperate lies
to make up for the beauty lost from death slowly closing my eyes
that fire once sparking motion snuffed in huffs slipping away
drifting I sway shaky grounds where once I sat easily and stay
upon my feet I still float drowning out all thoughts that stray
Tho these ends can come swift its worse to miss and hear you say

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

down the road,flying free, I ride the wave and hope for your return
through several seas and cloudy peaks, storms of sand, I will not turn
helpless to fate and future events, nothing prevents something to learn
  sights may not sore, nothing much looking more, isn't my concern
I hope the best and happyness is true to bless you, not just in dreams
we can meet when we sleep discussing life while sleeping seems
thanks for trying Im not exactly dying, banes of  sentient beings
real enough moving on is rough, i'll love you forever, writting my means

Copyright © Davin Payne | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification |
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

Details | Lyric |
I recall now the days when forever seemed but a short time The visits to the hospital, brought sad images to your mind She lay on a bed, cords all around her, no hair upon her head The cancer drove us crazy with worry tears and fright She was only a baby, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye Farewell until we meet again where you'll be waiting... waiting for tomorrow to come again. What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. And now I lie here thinking it through, memories flash through my head, memories of you Moments of a bittersweet time Reminiscing the days when you were mine The days when you were alive The tears come back to my eyes I feel the need to cry but nothing slides out I need to scream and shout, My emotions pour out as one, silently So what if tomorrow never comes? Reality in death is so hard to accept, I need my tomorrow to come... What if it never does? What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. Will tomorrow ever come? I just want to be awake when the moon becomes the sun I'm waiting here for you, in the darkness of the night. I wait still for you, forever the images will haunt my mind Tomorrow will come I'll soon be alright Tomorrow will come... Tomorrow has come... I can now see the sun.

Copyright © Cayla Carr | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
the Father visits his son in the dark of day
The son is abed, pale in the light of night
For the sun and moon are witness in this hour of twilight
But the sun is not heat and does not shine as bright
And the moon is not rigid rock
The sun is a warm hope, fading ever so slightly
The moon is softness, the dark is soothing

The son is abed, covers sprawled over his listless form
The son is restless, he doth not sleep
The son is ebbing, his heart does weep
and his Father lifts the covers up tight around his chest
and kisses his brow;
The son blinks wearily, smiles wanly, whimpers meekly

Sleep my son, the Father whispers

But I cannot sleep - Sleep eludes him
I want to play - Rest prances about him
close enough to want, just out of reach
And how can I sleep father? - How can he rest atop this fated bed?
When I wish to wake? - When his heart doth weep restlessly?

the Father wavers, he caresses the son's brow, but not his heart
For the heart is within, the caress without,
Rest my son, he says, rest and forget
The Father, gently, lovingly, pulls the covers up, tight around the son's neck

But father, father why
My heart will not sleep
Five more minutes? Just five.

Sleep son, the hour is late, the time is neigh

And the Father, always lovingly, he pulls the covers tight over the son, and lowers him into 
the ground.

Copyright © Samir Georges | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |
Written August 29, 2013


She could have had my son
As we'd spell our names as one
On scattered ocean shores
Beneath that Indian sun

I loved my ma
And I loved her well
I loved my pa
And that musty smell

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns

I love my family
How I miss this feeling
Of constant embrace
Awaiting at my feet

So come and pray for rain
To wash away our pain
Before the winter stains
What autumn left to drain

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
We were not meant to share a story So I took a pen and write this poetry We were not meant to play along So I stood on your shade to sing a song We were not meant to see through our shadow So I sat behind the firmament to cry out my glow We were not meant to touch our sky So I look down on earth and hum a lullaby We were never meant to have our honey-moon So I came searching, and then fade at noon We were never meant to have a free time So I decided to make this poem rhyme

Copyright © Olajide Adelana | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
The lurid moon-
Dim as an eye, 
squinting, and
waning unnoticed in 
the despair of darkness,
like souls that trudge
through the roadless
vast transit of Sheol.
Guideless wanderers 
lost: no spirit, essence,
nor aim. 

Copyright © Rickie Elpusan | Year Posted 2005

Details | I do not know? |
The rain pours down my face while lights flash in the distance

Among the ones once living, I choose the path of most resistance

Blood, sweat, tears, and rain mix as I grasp the wooden sentencer

Condemning to eternity the demons while my hands endure the splinters. 

 

The moon has left me, I’m alone on my mission

The clouds bear down with rain relentless

But I must press on to be set free

And bury the dead that dwells in me

 

Digging and digging but no hole deep enough

To be rid of these skeletons with time that got tough

And hardened with hate, vile, and discourse

To infect my being with no remorse

 

Pain shoots through my chest as my breath becomes ragged

The time is near but there is no casket

No viewing, no service, just a body and a grave

In this place called the land of the free and the home of the brave

 

No more shall my dreams and my life be altered

My visions are now clear and my step un-faltered

You have lived on way past your prime

And now I must say that you are out of time

 

I dig further until I reach satisfaction 

And as I throw me in, my face no reaction

I stand on the side as my face looks back up at me

I say a silent prayer and mouth R.I.P.

 

My body looks up back at me expressionless and cold

I throw on more dirt like it was foretold

That I would be burying the dead and living anew

And starting a new path without you

 

My body remains still as I continue to bury it

Knowing that a part of me will no longer be cherished

More tears come as I realize what’s done

But continue to move for I must move on

 

As I pat down the last of the dirt

The skies clear up to wash away the hurt

The moon looks down and says, “Job well done”

I look back at the moon and ask, “Now may I come”

 

The moon just smiles and begins to fade

And the sun comes in to usher in a new day

I pick up my shovel and walk back down the road

Fatigue on my mind but new light in my soul.

Copyright © Stevenson Benoit | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme |
I played marbles with the moon
Taking it in my hand
It was mine to command 
Feeling the cratered surface as I squeezed
It left my hand with such ease 
In space there is no breeze

Rolling through space
My heart began to race
As my breath kept pace
Gravity pulling on the oceans below
As the moons forces began to grow
Space bending with an eerie glow
The earth followed like a tethered ball
Beckoning to the loving Moon's call 

Save me she said 
I do not want to burn
Silly humans will they never learn
At that moment I felt concern

Passing all the planets one by one
Heading with force towards the sun
Lives may be lost for all time
Because of a silly game of mine

So I remain in a moonless space
Left to ponder my disgrace
I caught the Earth just in time
Luckily the people are mostly fine

The earth is sad it sheds salted tears
The love of his life is no longer here
A cosmic game resulted in great cost
Look heavenward to see what was lost

From here to the moon and back contest
Written April 21, 2013

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
Shush be calm, it’s okay I’m right here,
You’re hugging my pillow and shedding a tear

You have my memory and I feel your heart,
Always forever till death do us part.

We’ll always have Paris and the empire state building
Watching the Bulls and the yankees out fielding 

But there’s nothing like kissing and the shared living touch,
and the holding of hands that we loved so much.

The smell of your perfume at the end of a day
Knowing that just before work we had shower play

Making love in the moon light the sun and the rain
The memories of beach the car and the plane

Running naked through sand dunes and chasing the sun
Naked moon bathing naming stars just for fun

It was always and only about just you and me,
And it always and shall be for eternity.

 Please don’t go just yet I have something to say
Then you can let my balloon float away

I thought I knew love and knew what to do
But it all went so wrong when I met you

My wires got crossed an my thinking went wonky
My smarts all went south on a pantomime donkey

But now that I’m gone I don’t want you to worry
I don’t want you to rush to get here in a hurry

It’s all down to you now to play and explore
Before you join my photo in our sons bottom draw

Thank you for sharing your life and your love
I’ll be watching you always from the blue skies above

From the wind in your hair to the moon in your eyes
 From the warmth of the sun and the sea and the skies

Feel loved and not spied on, I want your sprit to fly
I can’t live with the thought of making you cry.

Copyright © mark fullick | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
on this stage
 as i face the struggle within
 setting the past aside
 i've grown used to my indecent hostilities
 transfixed by the sadness of poverty 

i tire of the disappearance of life
 doing things no one appreciates 

i try to ignore the irrational
 shall i go on- keeping up the payments of life? 

all the crazy torment, of taking chances
 i utter the words while the past twists and turns
 as I keep talking it over with me...with God
 
covered in despair i feel like a discoverer...
 on a ship with no life raft moved to the side of the river 

i've fought through the inevitableness of agony
 accused of an increase of emptiness
 i've sacrificed romance forever
 with the time ticking away 

time has no explanation
 it's all- or nothing
 along the path with life's mortgage past due
 haunting memories -rehashing the disorder of belief
 
i assessed my expectations
 i'm just too tired to play the games anymore
 i accuse destiny of my dying inside
 
i inherit threats of leaving
 coloring the days and nights for the time being
 in this land of dreams, an unbearable obsession devours me...
 i was so torn by the exit of you
 somehow i've grown accustomed of losing everybody in this life
 should i let my despair show...
 beholding an obscure face
 with tears refusing to cry their wetness
 breaking apart
 feeling nothing
 as the moon lights the frozen lake? 

sizing up all this misery
 i don't know how i got here
 hardly moving through the being of this world 

are the fish still biting...
 in the loneliness of this unsavory landscape? 

across the street i laugh at the untutored shouts
 of night's uncertainty...
 it's all so altogether painful 

i expose everything
 tricked by the bitterness of change in the unproductive rain
 
i'm drifting through things of the past
 complete with prophetic discontent
 
i tell you... the nonchalance of it all is disgusting
 the difficulty of pretending about my place in this world
 setting everything in motion as the night passes
 i face stale foolishness
 
love is just so much unplanned profanity...
 the misbegotten affairs- the liars, the cheaters
 what uncolorful experiences
 
i move through life's hurt
 as a grenadiers song is playing
 and all those sterile people I choose to leave alone
 
now, at this time in the night...
 the night the moon refused to shine
 i'm in seclusion dropping out
 in the yellow of the cold december moonlite
 wanting to leave behind
 the hurt -the damage
 lost in grief
 one last time
 with no feelings left to share
 __________________________________________
 by anne p murray

Copyright © anne p. murray | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ballad |
What was the reason we sat upon the golden moon?
Here in my heart I know the motion wasn’t sand less dune.
Now I still hear the chiming of that distant brass bell.
Ringing in that soft sad melancholy tone called hell.

The water falls into my hand,
Like the tickling of the pounding sand.
Stinging me with its touch,
But clinging like a cripple to a crutch.
Never leaving my skin,
Such a grassless barren land of sin.
Oh such endurance I can not find to win.

Hear the bell chime louder upon the hour again.
Now the golden moon has sent us a golden shower.
For the whisper of the chime must remain.
Such a yellow softness has made mad men sane.

Screaming, crying out their fear…
Eco..eco do you hear?
This is a tune of yester year.
Was it all in my mind?

Search and you will never find.
What was the reason I do not know.
Now he is gown what have you to show?

The baby is crying louder, louder, in the night.
The eagle broke its wing in a soaring flight.
What was the name of my thoughtless man?
Reach for your soul cause no one else can.
You have washed up upon the ocean shore.
Now the golden moon is no more.

When they come with their dogs searching at dawns first light,
There will be a lifeless you who once shivered with a fright.
Mud a crusty cake in your hair.
You were trapped in a golden snare.
To this river I thee wed.
You had to jump, and now you’re dead.

Copyright © Mandy Russell | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme |
Somewhere in the hills o'er yonder
My hear beats louder than the thunder
And day and night it roams and wonder
Why did we begin to fall assunder.
Sometimes when the moon is bright. I
Press her to my lips in prayer
For we must dance again before we die
While moon drenched nights can hunger.
I was committed here, and you still there
We could not tear the wind from the tree.
But sometimes come now and idle tear
And sometimes grow a stalk of memory.
Somewhere in the hills o'er yonder
My heart beats louder than the thunder
Do remember me, Veronica, do you remember
I was dry banana leaf in your ember.

Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
There once was a whole bunch of clouds
Clouds are not very loud
If you fly through them in a plane
They feel no pain
That’s why they’re clouds

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |
Slightly brown, pink and dead
in union with four eyes
 
Conspired with..
 
Dream-to vision,Pain-to define
 
All of this
to create words to impress you...
 
Only....if it was easy Mom !

It is hard to say if it is real for me..
As daily routine progresses.
I am the same, yet not me
Pretense at best- to say the least.
 
I look out of window
the park, the runs..
I wish you saw the same.
in solace....

The moon is lit, as if celebrating the silvers
Sent me a note- that life is content
It's the way we see it
Be it scars, or light- our call!

So allow me be Moon for you
Allow me to note your messages
Though far away your soul from me
Yet close enough to feel you breathe.

~Rumi

Copyright © SWATI SINHA | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
My hand Wet with tears pouring down my face Reaches out and finds nothing Empty spaces where familiar voices Once comforted me My only hope Is sleep, where dreams, in sketchy Re-wind, promise a glimpse of lost Loved ones, maybe a voice, if fleeting Even, to soothe me Those still with me Look to me for strength, my motor Memory urging me on, focusing On the well, deep in my heart, Cycle renews Another beloved soul passes Light they find But darkness they leave behind Grief Hungry monster Selfishly consumes my life Devours all glimmers of hope Leaving me Destitute on a perilous plane Mere existence Not life as it once was Sanity Confronting memories, loneliness Trek on an unbalanced bridge Connecting life and death Emotions purged Shadows of yesterday surround me Wisdom of loved ones Permeates my thoughts Filled With clear vision, handed down to me From my ancestors
*Co-written with James Marshall Goff and posted April 11, 2014.

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
you look upon the sky and seen a starless sky. 
why does it feel so lonely within one room? 
why does everything have to end in some point?
the moon looks lonely, as you sit. 
you think to yourself. .
i am a moon in a starless sky..
where is my shinning star?
where...
where am i to be found?

Copyright © Courtney Walker | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |
I stare at the half moon in the middle of the day
As Little Black Birds chase half my problems away
Hard to ignore, this beautiful breeze in my face
Like sweet memories that a mind can't erase
Little Black Birds fly to where the wind blows
As I dig deeper into the sand with my sandy toes
This man with his acoustic guitar sings to noone at all
This lady with her shells as the rain starts to fall
Shadows chase me wherever I run
As Little Black Birds fly away in search of the sun
Just like me as I search for my soul
Just like a Half Moon who longs to be whole

Copyright © ron ryan | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
The moon provided spotlight
Music in the wind
A couple joined together
To have just one last dance
This would be the final night
They would spend together
Come morning light
The would say goodbye
Part company forever

Despite one love
There were two worlds
Differences between them
Each one realized
Inside their hearts
They would not last forever
Could this night 
Stay in their minds
A memory to cherish
If time could only be their friend 
This dance would be a treasure

The moon too quickly disappeared 
Music stopped its playing
Neither one took one last look
Disappeared in two directions
But in their hearts and in their minds
The tune would live forever
The night they had one final dance
Last night they were together

Copyright © Joshua Vick | Year Posted 2010