Best Fantasymoon Poems
Ending moonshine
We shall linger in the silence of the darkest of
nights
Here, where we hear no whispers in the mist and the wind,
Still a pilot looks beyond western skies
To where the moon is full and red,
But calm are the emotions held inside
While she waits for the passing of night
Budapest seems far from Bangladesh, too far like the eye from the heart,
Yet the moon and stars shine lucent beams
Into the darkness that is bathed in shadows
By the rays from kingdom come,
But to her remains a gloom of night
And the calm of evermore
Idol songs are bequest to her ears
When obscure is this early twilight,
And take note of sounds when minuets expire
And wind blows away the night,
But at what shall look when our moon appears
To hold off the early light
Buried in the silence did wake the day
Cluttered by whispers of a dying night,
But listen, now deep in the mist of morn
Lays abandoned her silken veil
Beneath the ascending sun
By M.Norton
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Lonely and sad was the maiden fair
walking alone in the evening air
The scent of jasmine on the breeze
did not her melancholy ease
As nightingales heard her cries
they saw the tears in her emerald eyes
I have not a lover, cried the maid
soon my youthful looks will fade
Who will hold these soft white hands
when at last the hour glass bends
The gentleman moon heard her cries
and dressed himself in his suit and tie
He smiled down at the winsome maid
weeping beneath in the forest glade
Dry your eyes and come with me
my dear sweet wife, you now shall be
Your maids of honour shall be the stars
I'll call upon my best friend Mars
Now the love from the two is the soft moon glow
that shines on down to the world below..
Darkest hour of the night
And Moon it shrivels
Out of sight; clash of steel
Inside his head, a Gladiator
Falls down dead.The victor
Stands behind his shield
And raises sword to crowd’s
Appeal; plebeian shrieks
Of horrid joy celebrate
A life destroyed.
The dreamer turns within
His bed and contemplates
The slave that's dead; another
Image forms inside, more
Secrets that he won’t
Confide.Ten foot lances
Battle spread, hundreds poised
In line ahead ; imagine
Men impaled on spears
Like Shish Kebab and
Dripping tears.
Darkest hour passes by
The Moon it shines high
In the sky. Clouds they
Part , and stars resolve
And snoozing heads
Dreams soon dissolve.
Dropping like a stone
Down deep, he vanishes
In darkest sleep.
THE MOON AND ROSERED (tanka)
dew weeps not rosered
heavy dew hangs not her cheeks
no it is the light
gone her lovely pastel blush
gone the moon this cloudy night
I accidentally zapped this one out because I don't know how to cancel those poems
submitted in the last soup contest.
Don't go out tonight
If there's a full moon in the sky
You may never come back alive
When the ravens nightly fly
Never look to the moon
When they silhouette their shape
You'll be left with lunar blind
Your eyes in a darkened drape
Don't go out tonight
If there's a full moon in the sky
Unless you have no reason to return
Then if that's the case, you'll die
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I am the fairy that leaps on the lawn;
I leap in the moon till the moon be gone.
I go in the glow at a pretty pace;
The dew o' the grass be a mirror-face.
My limbs are a-light and my body sings;
My hands are as fleet as a sparrow's wings.
I'm here! Now there! I cannot be caught!
If any be faster his name be nought.
But lighter and quicker, a flicker----me!
And what is "I am" is never to see.
I step in the night when the good folk sleep;
The wings of a leap be the dreams they keep.
I trip to the "fa-la" that no one hears;
They waken, and oo! the dew-bright tears!
"Fa-la, fa-la" and "fa-la" again;
Follow me, "fa-la", wakening men!
Now hush! Now still! The night's away!
In again! In again! Night's away!
But I flick so quick I never be here;
Dawn again, dawn again, No One is here!