Best Luna Poems
Where Luna treads are silver threads, the wisps of clouds that slide
through sky of night, and shining white, they part so she might glide
serenely through dark twilight’s blue with slow and regal grace.
And to our world, with aspect pearled, she turns a beaming face.
posted 10/3/2020
For Line Gauthier's Bite Size Poem #30 Poetry Contest
What a lovely
goddess is
La Luna.
With the wiles
of a woman,
she changes
again and again,
yet she continues
to rule the nights
steadfastly.
Like oceans' tides.
we beneath night skies
feel pulled by her
mysteriously.
You beguile us,
La Luna.
How many artists
have you inspired?
How many lovers
have been seduced
beneath your gaze?
Poets evermore
will praise
your glowing grace.
Oh Luna
Oh Luna, I am watching you
rise in eastern skies.
Your fullness fills my heart
with romantic thoughts
As I serenely bathe in your
charming reflective glow,
I know there are lovers every-
where gazing in awe
Of your exquisite enchanting
allure causing hearts
To beat with a thrilling rhythm
of inner love songs
That captivate the heart and
soul, imbibing imagery
Of silent shadows and distant
stars that drape your
Indigo sky in shimmering star-
light from light years
Passed, and as shooting stars
brighten night skies,
They are reflected as you are
in lover's longing eyes.
10-24-18
The waves of the wake will shower
when daughters of the sea, shall arise
they meet the storm with important delivery
- the mermaid's egg
This birth is unique
The mermaids daughters of the Millennium
Soft under white foam and seaweed
among the many occurrences of the place
In melted silver and sparkling moon dust
- a safe universe for the newborn
A journey in waves,
that comes and goes,
like the ebb and flow
As the sea lifts a grain of sand, we salute
Love that gives new life
La luna asoma * - in the cradle of the sea
06.08.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Devotion to Ocean Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
* "La luna asoma" - When the Moon Rises
2nd place in the contest
oh, my precious child!
let me kiss away your weep -
do not be troubled, the moon but bids good night
(stars whispering their ancient lullaby)
swallowing not, the western reach
but merely giving pause to the day, waking
so that the grateful star of morn
should adorn its burgeoning bosom
let not the salty seep of your cheek yet trill
such certain and elegant inequity there be
should a stain darken that pinafore, pressed
a scandal be my name with thy mother
should those eyes dampen your Sunday best
and surely not for the sake of Luna's languor -
oh, such dire dalliance, that!
I adore thee, my wee lass
Boundless are the ways -
Echoed in your mother's smile
There, so deep your gaze
'tis true, his aged face did blush, fleeting
dipping his dusty chin to the sea
but it was for Sol's regard only
(their goodnight kiss - pressed tender, a-cheek)
and no misfortune was spun
we shall return, my child, sooner than soon
and you will bear witness their recurrence
your old man moon will beg company again
with his patient aspect beaming
shimmering bright for your veneration -
soft, soft, so daubs the moon
soft as bluebells blooming -
wan on skin to softly swoon
e'er a dream's consuming
yes, I vow this to you, my daughter -
you shall dance again on this shore
bound and prance, my tiny ballerina
you will twirl in the breath of evening, I am sure
lit by the gangling glow, star-ward
and tonight's lament will seem a silly song
you shall see and be heartened, my little one
and should I yet kiss that weep away, too?
ah, but joyous, those tears...
and as the heavens themselves
(and the best born of a father's heart)
how immeasurable their number …
oh, my darling, precious child!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Your Choice (4), Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 18" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
Neath midnight blue, the crescent moon hangs low
Complicit confidante, she knows my heart
This lovers’ bench we shared so long ago
Her and us, taking oath we’d never part
Still spring perfumes of rose garden linger
While hovers aura of lavish thickness
He slipped a diamond ring on my finger
All the while watching, she was a witness
Luna, you saw my heart in two he broke
You’re the one friend I trust implicitly
How does sublime love just go up in smoke
And newfound wings take flight exquisitely
Thwarted, shattered, most fervently I plea
I couldn’t bear should you too abandon me
Read on air by invitation ~ May 22, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on August 16, 2018 for contest NEW SONNETS ONLY sponsored by EMILE PINET - RANKED 4TH
Luna moths in mid flight
giving the world a sense of delight
they seem evermore bright
things will now be all right
I love the sense of air and light
Luna moths bring in me in the night
I wish I may I wish I might
Live a life so nice and tight
That some day I can return so bright
And be a luna moth in mid flight
Giving the world a sense of delight
Warming up creatures of the night
Oh Luna, with enchantment in night sky…
You gaze down from above with silver eye.
I fondly view your phases night by night
Enjoying most when you are filled with light.
To find your bright reflection on the sea
Enthralls emotions deep inside of me.
Under your spell, you share in love’s sweet bliss,
I wonder who you will compel to kiss.
Let me roam the gardens in your soft light.
Romance me now as clouds obscure your sight.
Yes, every time your sphere is full or new
You cause desire or cause one to be blue.
So Luna do your best, my lover waits…
We’ll leave our love to you, and not the Fates.
© Connie Marcum Wong
(Non-traditional Sonnet)
*Fates: Greek & Roman Mythology The three goddesses, Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, who control human destiny.
Written during the full moon March 23rd.
The clouds play hide and seek as they glide
Ever so playful among the starry heavens
Stars twinkle shining like diamonds
As the full moon smiles brightly .
Shadows softly engulf the forest below
A hush descends as twilight fades
Luna's blue hue lights the world below
Twilight disappears hiding our view.
10/12/13
Not masculine like ruler Sun,
who with intensity at noon,
beats down on us - the fiery one!
Soft-glowing is the Goddess Moon.
She is La Luna – poets’ muse -
whose beauty makes the lovers swoon.
Strong light of day she does not choose.
Soft-glowing is the Goddess Moon.
Misty, silver, yellow-hued;
with ocean tides she is in tune.
With mystery she is imbued!
Soft-glowing is the Goddess Moon.
Sometimes part of her face she hides.
Sun vanishes. We see her soon
as through the starry skies she slides.
Soft-glowing is the Goddess Moon.
Aug. 7, 2021
For Chantelle Anne Cooke's
Is The Moon Male Or Female Or Both Poetry Contest
Aug. 18 for 'A BRIAN STRAND rime ' Contest??
oh, my precious child,
let me kiss away your weep -
do not be troubled, the moon but bids good night,
stars whispering their ancient lullaby,
swallowing not, the western reach,
but merely giving pause to the day, waking
so that the grateful star of morn
should adorn its burgeoning bosom.
let not the salty seep of your cheek yet trill
such certain and elegant inequity there be,
should a stain darken that pinafore, pressed.
a scandal be my name with thy mother,
should those eyes dampen your Sunday best,
and surely not for the sake of Luna's languor -
oh, such dire dalliance, that!
I adore thee, my wee lass
boundless are the ways -
echoed in your mother's smile
there, so deep your gaze.
'tis true, his aged face did blush, fleeting,
dipping his dusty chin to the sea,
but it was for Sol's regard only,
their goodnight kiss - pressed tender, a-cheek
and no misfortune was spun.
we shall return, my child, sooner than soon,
and you will bear witness their recurrence!
your old man moon will beg company again,
with his patient aspect beaming -
shimmering bright for your veneration -
soft, soft, so daubs the moon
soft as bluebells blooming -
wan on skin to softly swoon
e'er a dream's consuming.
oh, I vow this to you, my daughter!
you shall dance again on this shore,
bound and prance, my tiny ballerina!
you will twirl in the breath of evening, I am sure,
lit by the gangling glow, star-ward,
and tonight's lament will seem a silly song,
you shall see and be heartened, my little one!
and should I yet kiss that weep away, too?
ah, but joyous, those tears...
and as the heavens themselves,
and the best born of a father's heart,
how immeasurable their number!
oh, my darling, precious child!
You display your beauty like a rose,
your appearance, at first frail and ghostly,
blooms to fuller view in a sky studded with stars.
O Maiden Of Mystery! home of stillborn
assignations, misspent dreams and lovers'
convocations, fired with all the grief
you can distill, and all the joy.
You haunt the heavens, blithe and beauteous,
even when unseen your hold is mighty,
mistress of the menstrual flow, the driving force
behind each woman's mood and machination.
The sun shall lose her heat and bleed to death
e'er you dissolve, expend your final breath.
marvelous moonbeams
I stand in luna's spotlight
cloudless sky enchants
I talk to the trees
my moonlight soliloquy
just the moon and I
02/07/21
blueberry hued moon
lullaby on stardust waves -
solaces embrace
all the lighting dimmed
cryptic fairies azure blue -
audacious staging
On a horse at the crossroads a pistol in his hand
Dressed in dark clothing he looked fine and grand
Waiting in the moonlight for the York coach to appear
With cool nerves of steel; he showed no fear.
A gentleman by day and a Highwayman by night
Only carried out his crimes when the moon shone bright
Nicknamed Captain Luna; there was a price on his head
If you didn’t part with your valuables you’d end up dead
He heard it in the distance; the approaching coach
A lady friend had requested a necklace or a brooch
He'd heard some well to do had attended a ball
They'd be dripping with jewellery; he wanted it all.
He moved onto the road as the coach drew near
His face covered with a black mask to instill fear
He ordered the two coachmen “slow down to a stop
And throw down those bags you have on the top”.
He then shouted to the passengers" alight if you please
And line up if you will, over yonder by them tree’s”
Three ladies and a gentleman dressed in clothes so fine
Adorned with jewellery that twinkled, in the moonshine.
He said “you and your fine jewellery must forever part
Please fill up my leather bag and I'll let you depart”
The ladies were crying thinking that they'd all die
They thought anything Captain Luna said would be a lie.
He went through the bags and pulled out a silk dress
And thought to himself this will fit my lady friend Tess
He picked up his leather bag and into the night rode away
Leaving his victims quite shaken and in total disarray.
Written 15th day of April 2020.