Best Moons Poems

My Beloved,

It doesn't matter

 If it is I who comes  to you

or if its you who comes to me

All that  matters

 is to be with you

All that matters

Is to love me true

Cause I' ve loved moons

that did not glow, before

And I loved stars

that...

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QUOTE:
“The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast,
knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever
just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself.
Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light.
The moon understands what...

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Corralled Beneath A Slow Sink Of Half-Moons
 { After: Section LXIX of Memoriam by Tennyson}

An angel of soft and wanted touch, 
she delivers, serenity in tow; 
can this sunken vessel proclaim, as much, 
agreeing to lift the pain from my soul! 

Will this humble plea...

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The ancient prophecy foretold
so very long ago ...
has finally arrived
Coming swiftly on eagle wings
The howling wind carries piercing night cries,
as open iron claws fall
from the mountain sky
And the slumber days, shown many moons ago,
has awakened death — cursed faces
carved on the fallen totem poles
So many,...

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In our late teens
We’d all doll up
Half moons at our heels
Spit shined our shoes
Bell bottom pants
Precisely creased
Bright shirts with poofy sleeves
Hitting the snooker halls
And other local hangouts
Smoking cigarettes
So groovy and so cool
Radio blaring from our cars
Chick magnets
Destination
A&W drivethru
Rolled down windows
Waiting for our trays
Burgers and root...

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Sickle moons have shone above me
In the dark of night,
Standing on the mountain edges
Writing by their light.

Fall with eagle wings of colour
Soared the starry skies,
Called its sickle moon of copper
To enchant my eyes.

Winter passed with silent footsteps
In one silent night,
left the world a stainless canvass
And...

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Introduction: one of the nice aspects of having an oeuvre as a poet is the ability to see where you have changed over the years. this is such a poem where i can see the step from the eristic with a quiver full of quodlibets...

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Black moons on water, deep mirrors of dark
Dark glass where wine whirls in vortexes wild
Wild overfall sucking in seaweed and fish 
Fish drowning in the madness of my inner child

Stay with me, wave demons away from my soul
Soul,  anima mea, my fears of the...

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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...

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Reflecting colors thru crimson moons,
Parading leaves cuddling while nesting...
Perching birds reminiscing of summer,
Darkening clouds preparing for rains...

Parading leaves cuddling while nesting,
Smelling pumpkins while walking home...
Darkening clouds preparing for rains,
Seasons changing bringing their breezes...

Smelling pumpkins while walking home,
Perching birds reminiscing of summer...
Seasons changing bringing their breezes,
Reflecting...

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The Two Moons Of Sh' vrah
			By Charles Gerald Patrick Chard 2nd
			Chevra Gavri Hanita Hazaka Abir Selek 2nd

In the light of our two moons,
They help to sooth all our sorrows and wounds,
They glitter and shine in the twilight night,
They glisen and glimmer in the sky so...

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Echo of distant cries,
quadruped steps deepening into dusk—
wind folding the earth’s breath.
Craftsman of the spider web,
seas of lightning possessing the sky.

Guardian of the other side,
conceiver of comings and goings,
I will meet you soon—
after the waning of many moons,
God-willing—I will meet you soon! 

Til then 
you...

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Before ten thousand moons passed by
reigned Mother Earth and Sacred Sky.
Their spirits whispered on the breeze,
from mountain streams to deepest seas.

Nomadic souls rode ne’er to die
before ten thousand moons passed by
hunting bison, both proud and strong,
with lips chanting ancestral songs.
  
Each blessing rained from...

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The Moon’s Yellow Eyes										
After: The King in Yellow by Robert Chambers 
					
Situations righted by the assassination in Sheepshead Bay (alibied with difficulty under earth’s single moon), I curl up on the windowsill hissing at the pallid orb. Oh how, I long for my planet, Carcosa....

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Blistering and scorching sands
  Land of the hushed and crushed hands
Up the creepy furs clasping 'round
  Ebbing scraped sand of ants' mound

Mortars of the deep and steamy skies
  O'er peals and dreamy flies
Off the reef passerine of stormy glides entreat
  New...

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