Best Full Moon Poems
Full moon on Christmas
Werewolf chasing Santa's sleigh --
A howling good time
Not for any contest. Just wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and a great New Year!
Twas a full moon shining on a cool summer night
And hound dogs were howling at its silver shadowed light.
I heard but a whisper on the cool evening breeze,
Twas the voice of a woman I used to chase and tease.
Our love was forever, at least I used to think it so.
Then came the day she left me; I wondered, where’d she go?
If true love lasts forever, was this love not for me?
I heard an answer on the wind - Son, your true love is she.
A true love will always linger in the shadows of your heart
Even when the one you love has chosen to depart.
True love is the love you gave, no matter what the cost
It will return to you again, for it is never lost.
Like a full moon shining on a cool summer night
With placid waters glistening in its silver shadowed light
Love comes like a whisper on a cool evening breeze
A gentle touch, a soft caress, a rustle in the trees.
There is no bitterness in the past, if your love was true
The sweetness in the memory is true love’s gift to you
A rising sun or new full moon is not a memory
And so will love come once again, if you let it be.
Twas a full moon shining on a cool summer night
And hound dogs were howling at its silver shadowed light
I heard but a whisper on the cool evening breeze,
Twas the voice of love’s song...answering my pleas.
11-17-12
*An excellent collab,with
John Wulf & Dan Kearley*
I went to the doctor one day in June
I just wanted to keep my heart in tune
He had me take off my clothes
Then told me to touch my toes
And then he caused me to howl at the moon
The Full Moon Makes Faces Tonight
Gazing out my picture window on this darkest of night,
The full moon shone sky-high with the brightest of light.
I spied its eldritch contours and its dark areas whole,
As this lucent orb made faces at me from pole to pole.
Methinks these faces were for this special moment now,
A teasing fantasy-illusion for me to wonder why and how?
This full moon had two eyes stone-set from East to West,
Giving me a very comical-look whilst winking all the best!
This lunar illusion silently sang a sly aria full of devilry,
As it mesmerized my senses replete with all due revelry.
As I studied this comedic-faced orb far from our Earth,
I felt its true spiritual intent was one for a cosmic rebirth.
The full moon made its curious faces on this darkest night,
Whilst I smiled big as I basked and bathed in its lunar light!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(June 14, 2017) (Couplet)
Almost a month since that fateful night
That I was bitten under the full moon's light.
I am still here but with a yearning
And wonder why a fever is burning.
I feel pulled out into the night's air
Hoping that someone will hear my prayer.
I look up into the nights black sky
And realize why I so want to wail and cry.
For there I see the full bright moon
Hanging there like a golden balloon.
As I look I feel like I am on fire
And know my situation is most dire.
Oh god... most agonizing pain!
As my bones begin to strain
And my flesh begins to rip.
I cannot seem to get a grip.
I open my mouth to scream
But from me that does not stream
Tis something that is so foul
As I recognize it is a howl!
Oh god ...this..can't...be
What is happening to me?
Blood pulses through my veins
As new thoughts slam into my brain.
I have a brand new vision
One that gives great precision.
Oh what a great sense of smell
A feeling of anticipation I can't quell.
I can't even believe my new speed
But it is blood that I do so need.
Time for me to go on the hunt
As I begin to run, I let out a grunt.
I stop and sniff as a scent comes to me,
Oh me oh my who is it? Let us see.
I turn in werewolf form to see who is here
As I thought I caught Mr. Loving's fear.
Tis blood that I do need
Time for me to feed.
He senses me and runs away
I smile as I give chase to my prey.
Mortals mortals everywhere
Of all immortals do beware
Run and hide if you can.
On the loose is this very lycan!
Just for anyone's curiosity this is not being mean to Mr.Loving the III this is my respect
for him as he tapped me for the duos and gave me the challenge for the Haunted
Poets....thanks John
Tonight I bathe
beneath your light
that's touched me
once again.
Where in your glow
I feel the flow
that runs inside
my veins.
So cloudless sky
please tell me why
my thoughts of you
come and go?
On a night like tonight
in the full moonlight
my howling love-
cry echoes.
Midnight, the pearl shines
Moonlight streams through like hope
Miracles arise
I give credit to the birth of this poem to Connie Marcom Wong. In her comment to me on 'Merlot Was Overflowing,' Connie wrote, "This poem has a full moon sadness..." Thank you for the inspiration, Connie.
She adored rainstorms and roses
love notes he left on her keyboard
craved chocolate as a necessity of life
music, the rhythm to which her heart beat
and poetry, ah, poetry, refreshment for her soul
Life was simple and simply beautiful
until a thunderstorm disturbed her peace
torn apart were the fragile petals of rose blooms
destroyed were the tattered pages of his love notes
she no longer heard music, her heart weakend in despair
Poetry, ah, poetry. . .
no words could she bear to write
billowed clouds of gray filled her days
misfortune struck and took away her light
Full moon sadness darkened her every waking hour
full moon in rise
cricket song
porcelain orb
sitting in sky
firefly dance
Eye of the night sky
Wide open with cloud-like brow
Guide me on the path.
Night of full moon sky rise
Bathing all in soft white light embrace
Moon face reflecting from still lakes and ponds
Casting gentle sharp shadows
Taking control of tides
Lighting the way for those at sea
Glinting from lovers staring eyes
The Full Moon
The wide ocean moved, like a living creature all by itself, yet full of even more living creatures. The schools of fish... swimming with the dolphins, being chased by sharks, and so on were all, part of the deep water landscape. Whales, swordfish, starfish, and just fish swam the currents, the eddies, and the flows.
The waves that divided the realm of sea and air were sometimes quiet, other times not. The difference, the reasons; the seasons and venues, weather and whim... the sudden impulse of nature, or by the direction of the maker.
Above the waters, high in the air... The moon peered down, watching. The man there wondered how the small unimportant ones living below, were doing against the larger scale of world events. Just a "made-up story", The Man on the Moon... in a child's book, but every story also having roots, in reality, left the essence of the word "wonder" hanging.
The stars all around looked down too. They peered on in silence, or at least to music no one else could hear. It was the sound of the solar wind, the cracking of great rocks under pressure, and the spectacular rain of space dust... glittering against the backdrop of the sphere below, called Earth. A small unimportant place in the scope of the universe perhaps, but the jewel of God's eye.
Half of a full moon in the sky,
Riding on the tides of the night;
Glowing from an horizon so high,
Half of a full moon ever bright.
Riding on the tides of the night,
The earth passes by with a smile;
Half of a full moon ever bright,
Always a sight so worthwhile.
The earth passes by with a smile
In response to the illumination;
Always a sight so worthwhile
Is that beautiful communication.
In response to the illumination
Glowing from an horizon so high,
Is that beautiful communication:
Half of a full moon in the sky.
The light of the moon slivered upon her hair,
The calm breeze flickered the lanterns dim glare,
Followed by a gust blowing it out with a flare,
The heavens opened up with stars everywhere,
Playful eyes swimming as they stare,
Taffeta laid and her beauty now bare,
Sensual caress of a touch now paired,
Tremble of lips with fervent kiss shared,
Friction of grass with intensity gasping air,
Zenith in line as I wait my time to flair,
Another summer night and I always want to be right there.
(2017)
Her face is wrinkled, cratered, and scarred;
It’s far from flawless; agèd; hard.
But when the night is right, she’ll overflow,
For about her is an indelible glow;
A glorious white that lights the sky
As I kiss her surface with my distant eye,
And stretch out my fingers for a feel
But she steps an inch back, arousing appeal;
I wish the nights would bleed over days
So I could bathe in her luminous ivory rays.
Cursed be the sun, for when comes the dawn
With an opalescent yellow yawn.