Best Blue Moon Poems
Blue moon rising
on a stormy night
I sit sobbing
without you
Sadness,
when we fell out of love
The point of no return,
drifting apart
You broke my heart,
my fragile heart
Now you're gone,
I'm missing you
Guess it's over
Tell me why
Whispers on the wind
Words:
disappointment
dejection
disillusioned
rejection
A true tragic tale
heartbreak
loneliness,
sad eyes
a single tear
Reflections
in the moment
precious moments
carry me away...
The scent of your soul
breath of love
shadows from the past
personal memories
After the rain
I will survive
letting go
Spring is coming soon
a new beginning
inner peace
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(Every Line used is the original title of one of my poems)
June 11th 2017
Illuminating
The dark space between the stars
The Silver Moon sails
What all lovers look out for on this romantic star studded night
HAPPY VALENTINE DAY
Video:
Chris Isaak - Blue Moon
Reaching out to you, at speed of light
so you may find me on common ground,
among the trees
a gentleman, though strange to your ears.
Under a lamplit room, one full of sky
oh, though my eyes look down,
not worldly as you may think
uninjured, and uninjuring
just the same as you.
Yes, it's you, my words were bent to
past the zenith, straight to a future
beating heart, all yours.
Reach back to me with fingers
made to extend, a hero mine..
with soft lips.
Pollux begged for the life of a twin,
under the latin sign of Gemini
and the same now
I beg of Zeus.
Stand under a future blue moon,
w'luck, I'll be there too..
though the coursing in my veins
hides your name today,
I'll discover it soon.
Brilliant radiance
Splendid celestrial sphere
Shimmering Blue Moon
THE BLUE MOON
Shimmer does it not this inspirational ivory opal,
Lightly dinted with a thin sheen of aquatic blue,
Illuminations elliptical transparent veil, a drapery
Suspended by heavens orbiting web called gravity!
Shingles tacked in by star nails, fastened against
The back drop of a vast blackened universe of mystery,
A mystical painting ever changing, a masterpiece
Created by the divine everlasting, the mood ring
Of inspirational thoughts glittering in the timeless
Sea of space!
Melting frozen ice jewels collide against the fire Rudy
Of the inner suns blaze, as the showering solar dust
Bursts forth falling into the cup of the big dippers crystal
Alignment, amongst the opulent elegance shown in the
Brilliance of the blue moon!
Let tranquilitY's cooling pools runith over in softness
Peace of serenity, I’ll bath within its optical illusions
Of beauty, a transcended spirit seeking freedoms
Dream escape beyond mine own earthly foot hold
Of reality!
A spinning cosmonaut existing in a lunar environment,
Dangling in a spiritual orbit of the heightened experience,
Destinies castaway swaying within the universal pull of
Brilliance, a mystical rose captured within a comets
Tail end of discovery!
Hail that man in the moon, for I wish to be consumed
Within this elliptical titan for which he lives upon,
So close almost to be able to touch by mine own
Mortal imagination, yet by reason the distance
Is just too great, I’m unable to bridge this vastness!
Inspirations muse this prisoner of the earth bound,
Let the shades of illusions not past me by this night
Of elliptical excellence, merging this transcend
Beneath the waves of light, to flex and bend
Unto space itself, drowning within the depth
Abyss beyond!
Oh to become one drop of polar frozen ice,
Floating within this bio-sphere of elliptical beauty,
A tears silent frail hush, to fall against the face of the blue moons
Passionate shine of night, in this single moment of liberation
I’ve found
The true peace of tranquility at last.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Dedicated to Mystic Rose whom
Inspired this poem with her picture
Of the blue moon!
And Kathy Ling my moon gazer
How is it possible, to be "awful" and "amazing" at the same time?
Please don't find me "annoying" as I ponder your "grim" and "gruesome".
There is something quite "delightful" about seeing you so "frightened"!
It is "fortunate" that we crossed paths, "finding" you is most certainly a sign.
For you I have erected a "monolith" here under the blue moon.
At its very centre I will look upon your pure white "oval" face.
I will know pleasure as I gaze into your stunning "opaque" eyes.
It is so very wonderful to see how you are "opening" up to me!
I will not "patronize" you for you will be the "pride" of my garden.
This is merely a simple "prelude" to our very precious time together.
I know removing your face will seem "vicious", but know l will be gentle.
If I'm kind you won't be "vindictive"! Instead you'll love me and I'll be "Victorious"!
For Shadow's "Make a Poem *2Contest."
I used quotes for the words because my iPad doesn't allow me to bold words on Poetry Soup.
I wrote this piece from a serial killers perspective, I guess I've watched to many episodes of "Criminal Minds".
Blue__ Aeons past when chaos raged, with acrid SMELLS and YELLOW flames,
Explosions cast the moon from earths embrace.
Blue__ Skies will fade as eventide SHOWS SILVER rays
Cascading from moons mirrored light.
Blue__ Oceans roaring SOUND of waves, where on their crests
WHITE horses chase those turning tides.
Blue__ FEELINGS seem to emanate, from where deep COBALT shadows creep,
And melancholy hides behind her changing face.
Blue__ Glows the moon when she is veiled, enshrouded by volcanic ash,
A bitter TASTE of smoke from molten lava's SCARLET flames.
( smell, yellow, show, silver, sound, white, feelings, cobalt, taste, scarlet )
As moonlight dances with the rites of spring, sweet smells of yellow daffodils,
Will float upon the evening's breeze.
While moon herself, will fly across the stars at night with grace,
And show her silver face, beguilingly on heaven's stage.
Pale moon is queen and rules our waves, she ebbs then flows white surf on tides,
The sound of paradise sublime.
Good feelings rise when she shows where, her light will steer lost souls at night,
Until deep cobalt skies once more appear.
Unbidden moon of scarlet tastes would lengthen Holy Lenten days,
Unless outcast, this Belewe moon she will BETRAY.
10 / 22 / 2015.
There's mischief in the air, and in the sky
Rises fair, sublime, and rare - Blue Moon.
Son of Venus, hidden, now lets fly
An arrow to a chaste fair maid who soon
Shall spy a youthful eager boy and sigh
As through the dance hall wafts a wistful tune.
For she, with goddess body silken-clad,
And rosebud cheeks and locks the color wheat,
Turns - the first she sees - a simple lad.
She's drawn to him - this boy that she must meet.
He sees her too; his countenance turns glad,
For she approaches with a smile so sweet!
Her face feels flushed; her blood now courses fire
beneath the spot where Cupid's dart was thrust.
With lingered gaze she speaks her soul's desire.
A feathered touch. To have him now she must.
Her honeyed voice and breath. He can't respire.
Her scent; the darkened room! He feels the lust.
He takes her by the waist of her soft dress.
They slowly move along the corner floor.
His fingers wrap around her back and press.
She leans into his body, wanting more.
Her fingers tread his neck; then they caress.
And next he leads her to the exit door.
She follows, not protesting, to his place,
Where, on the floor, their clothing soon is flung.
They fall onto his bed in an embrace.
With pleasured aching, soon they're lost among
the tangled sheets as bodies interlace.
He touches where her silken gown once clung. . .
Winged scamp with cherub's face and ready bow,
You laugh at each new fool that you waylay.
For love of reckless passion born, you know,
can't last. She wakes, and you've since traipsed away.
She gasps and shakes. The lad is dealt a blow,
His face once loved - now loathed by light of day.
Finally prepared for bed and noticing
the year was now precisely 2 hours and 30 minutes old,
there occurred to me a thing that I’d forgot.
I hadn’t gone outside
to see the talked-about Blue Moon.
With bare feet, I stepped onto the icy floor boards of our deck,
quickly took a peek,
but could not spy the moon!
Scrambling to the front (this time in shoes),
I stood out by the sidewalk and
let my senses take in what I saw. . .
banks of crisp new snow around me;
some houses down the street still glittering
with multi-colored strands of season’s cheer;
in front of me, familiar mountain slopes
that seemingly loomed closer
in the stillness of this night.
It seemed as if the sky, a hazy blue,
had taken in the soft white of the snow,
reflecting back to me a picture-perfect moment
of a most wondrous dream-like winter’s eve.
I scanned the sky once more,
then turned and walked back to my porch.
not too disappointed that
the moon I’d sought
had eluded me.
blueberry hued moon
lullaby on stardust waves -
solaces embrace
all the lighting dimmed
cryptic fairies azure blue -
audacious staging
I'm lost inside your world...
Hang on every word...
A love I can't afford...
I breaks my heart...
Sapping my hopes..
Draining my dreams...
I live my life in a constant
daze...
Confused,bewitched and
bewildered...
Hot under the collar...
My love is far too young...
It's painfully naive..
For a man matured in years..
I worry...
About the money...
Living faraway from friends...
about the years I have not got...
And yes I love too much..
Your always on my mind...
Not to sure if that's healthy...
You make me feel ten feet tall...
And then I fall..
Or hit the wall...
I am a fool...
For believing dreams come true..
They only make you blue...
from beneath time’s sand I uncover buried memory lane taking
me to deserted room in twilight dissolving known faces but for
one with pleading eyes of flowing tears looking at me the way
they did when I left her forever
in bleak wilderness
night lays stardust on my eyes…
her face turns blue moon
July 4, 2020
Total words in text : 40
Syllable count for Haiku : 5/7/5
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : A Memory
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
Sleeping next to me,
holding hands, soft fingers interrupting my thoughts.
Legs intertwined, nowhere else I’d rather be.
A daring moment shared in dusk.
Honest, caring, elegant.
Pitch black hair wrapped in a beautiful bow.
Dancing under the moonlight,
I can’t look away.
Sacred, everlasting love.
Holding me, craving this bond.
Winter is here,
The blue moon harvest arrives.
Ascending like a moth to a flame.
Floating amongst stranger clouds.
If I can’t hear the sound of your heartbeat,
I know this place is not my home.
A star breaker, tearing the skies apart.
Our fireworks, trapped in time capsules.
How can we share love in your reality?
Floating in space with you,
We journey across scattered stars.
Though I do not know the way.
In your reality,
If I don’t know how to love you,
I’ll leave you be.
Lights flip on.
Flopping to the aeropress.
Measuring my morning cuppa
fresh coffee grinds,
stirred in my mind
with cream.
Filling pill boxes.
Reading poetry,
writing poetry,
as I glance up
every blue moon
to the patriot-dance
taking place
on my stone fireplace.
Passionate zing
of orange, yellow, blue bombs -
fireworks on the celestial ballroom floor.
Lustrous gowns of a grand finale
over the Big Apple -
the towers still
intact, still
have roots, still
watch over the night life.
Celebration in the harbor.
Lady Liberty still
stands, watching
the city folk glide
with their red and white
gowns o’er the sparkl’ing glass,
with sea worthy class.
Helicopters welcomed still;
no one’s afraid of the hereafter.
Nearby on slightly tinted-teal walls
a nod to Peter Max -
Lady Liberty touches her torch
onto a specific spot on the globe -
remembers the loss.
Clearing the fog with a cuppa joe.
Lights flip on and off.
We can never go back.
Stepping forward into the dark,
the moon shining at my feet,
hiding my distress at the past,
God guides my feet into the future.
6/24/2023