Best Sun And Moon Poems
. I am the moon
hanging solitary in the sky
watching sails fluttering by
breathlessly against the wind.
I'm just a rock ,dark,unknown
without a light that is my own.
Yet He ,He sees hues I cannot see
and the true colours in me.
He, He is familiar to my face
This face that shines less brightly
without his full embrace.
He is the sun, He is the one
Never so close , always too far
yet still staying behind me .
He casts his softest glow
reflecting orange and soul,
He penetrates his warmth
A fire ball of wants ,
Then fades ,fades away in the horizon.
He is the sun, He is the one
in a universe of nothingness .
He fills our gaps,hopes and regrets
Never so close ,always too far
yet still staying behind me.
I am the moon ,He is the sun
He is the one...He is the one
Sun
Golden, glorious
Warming, burning, shining
Day, bright, night, crescent
Illuminating, shimmering, orbiting
Silvery, shadowy
Moon
18th May 2015
Gatherings from my heart
fervid thoughts as they seep
from its depths they are churning
my love runs fathoms deep
Flowing from pointed nib of pen
evocative words alight
I envision you reading them
in your dreams tonight
Do I fulfill your masculine cravings
your most erotic desires
Have I kindled flames of passion
until they are blazing fires
I've tasted your moistened lips
as they whispered low moans in plea
and felt your body tremble
with its alluring need of me
Are you engulfed by tumultuous waves
of yearning when I draw near
Do you ache, needing my touch
when my voice you hear
If you are impatient for the eclipse
of our joining as sun and moon
Then I'll know you feel as I do
and love is equally in attune
If you were the sun
And I were the moon
I'd lay here silently
Fade into you
I guess I wanted you more
Then what your heart could bare
You always said if I was by your side
You could climb the highest mountain
Streaking sunsets across the sky
Painting rainbows across my heart
You said there was beauty in my laugh
As true beauty came from my kindness
You are a dream inside of a dream
You are whispers on the wind to my heart
Can you not find your way back to me
I guess the road of us was too long
For your heart to understand
10 25 2012 Wednesday 9 pm
I come to you,
in the hot blazing sun;
in this quiet place somber and subdue,
flaming sun is burning my hair gold spun.
Your flowers dry,
that yesterday I placed with a sad sigh.
The sun is scalding me,
close by the shade of a tree;
and weeping angel statue . . .
What is written can never be undone,
but still my love, I have asked God why?
Crying I fall to my knee.
And in my dream,
an apricot moon called,
shining brightly down on me a gold beam;
and from my cozy bed I slowly crawled.
To drift and float,
to that quiet place somber and remote;
oh, I see your name,
under the moon aflame.
Really I should scream,
but I don't for entwined we are sprawled;
and together my love and I, are afloat.
His whisper, so happy you came.
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May 27, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Under the Sun and Moon
Rhyme Pattern - ababccddabcd
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1256-244-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, The Sun and The Moon
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
How beautiful the splendor
of your rising
in golden cloak
arrayed
of sky the majesty
who can approach you
dethrone you
from your fire
without a touch
you waken
rested eyes
to energy of work
or play delight
warming sands
for children castle play
sailing boats
to friends far way
from winter heat
you spark ice to cry
softening ground
cracking it to smile
for seeds to sprout
then open blossom
fragrance
for bees and butterflies
to sip and fly
as messengers of love
flower to flower
brushing green
from valleys
up to mountains
for eagles in the rocks
their young to hide
and bird songs
to intrigue from
their hiding
then at night
not that you retire
when earth turns
to sleep on its side
you sent your sister
with lamp of softer light
like onion vagrant
through the night sky
undressing its light
round to slice
and slice to round
in playful circle cycle
to the hunter and fugitive
a path to shine
and to a couple
in the dark
a winked smile.
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-5/31/20
Fifth place Winner: Brian Strand-You Choose Again-1/24/24
The Sun will bring the light
It makes your day so bright
"I'll be here, I'll be here" said he
The light would bring eternity.
The moon shines with the star
That makes your wish went far
"I'll be here, I'll be here" said she
My moon light would bring eternity
The sun and the moon met one time
They never met each for a long time
"How are you? How are you?"asked they
Then both days and nights are gay.
One day the moon went away
And the sun was left and turns to gray
"Where are you? where are you?"asked he
But no response was heard for glee.
The Lakota Sioux tell a story about the sun and moon
which is ultimately a story about love…and loss…
about two tribes that lived on either side of a river…
a river they were forbidden to cross.
But one day a young girl from the moon tribe on one side of the river
and a young boy from the sun tribe on the other side…
saw each other and immediately fell in love…
a love they could not hide.
So, from each side of the river they both began to build a bridge…
and when it was was complete
on that bridge halfway across the river…the two young lovers would meet.
When the two tribes discovered this…
the two lovers were killed and their spirits sent away….
the spirit of the moon child was sent to light the night…
while’s the spirit of the sun child was sent to light the day.
But love is not so easily extinguished…not so easily marooned…
for there are moments when they share the sky
when the sun’s love illuminates the moon.
And if you’re lucky, as we were recently, to be there when they share the sky…
when their stars align….
from the moment they first see each other…you can see how their love shines.
And every now and then…though to us it may not seem like much…
If we’re lucky…during an eclipse…we see the two lovers touch…
When we see them smile or touch one another…then quickly part
We know their love is true…indeed
showing how sometimes when it comes to love…
a smile across the distance…
or a momentary touch
is all you ever need.
I know belamour means lover;
but a flower too is defined.
Webster puts it undercover -
a flower, who knows what kind?
Gertrude Stein penned famous words we've heard,
"A rose is a rose is a rose."
Smelling a rose, our minds are stirred,
but a belamour? no nose knows.
Meet the artist - George Dunlop Leslie.
His painting called Sun and Moon Flowers
has caught my attention expressly,
for I have not heard of moon flowers.
On closer examination
I found only sunflowers full burst.
Reading George’s explanation
has not quenched my mind of its thirst.
He explained contradistinction,
moonflowers have a paler bloom.
With florist’s flair for composition
so George arranged the girls in the room.
Sun or moon flowers? my mind's still mud;
but go back to that "belamour".
Belamour’s an unopened bud,
that's what Webster meant, now I'm sure.
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/belamour
http://www.gardenofpraise.com/artprint26.htm
I miss your presence so much
For it feels so bad knowing we have become but distant lovers
Just like the sun and moon
We only see, but a reflection of our shadows
It melts my heart indeed
How the virgin love, we both shared has faded away
When I stretch forth my hand to hold you
Like a gazelle in a green pasture, you are nowhere around my sight
Alas;
time has stolen and robbed us of the sweet memories we once shared
I close my eyes and all I see is a mirage of the lost fill of love
Sometimes, I wish we can grow old together
But then I realize am hallucinating
A million times, with a solemn voice i cried out
Hoping you would hear me
And come back to heal the injury your absence has inflicted on my heart
But all I see is a remnant of those sweet times
Indeed, it is with deep regret, pain and unbelief
Knowing we are, but like the sun and moon
And so we have been designed to be.
BY: PRINCE .I. IKPESU
We were made for each other,
you and I,
But we are forced to separate.
An hour a day only together,
what little time we have to cooperate.
You bring light and warm in day,
I bring light and romance at night.
We have lots of words to say,
When we have one little sight.
Sun.
Moon.
[TING MENG LEON - SERI JUBLI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL MALAYSIA]
Sun
Celestial behemoth
Radiating burning energising
Day star luminary satellite
Waning waxing wooing
Silvery phantom
Moon
04.12.2021©deborah burch
Form: Diamanté
THE SUN AND MOON DANCE V Anderson-Throop 2013, June
A sky-borne swan
on the wing
I face true North
when it is Spring
Forget sore wings
or broken heart---
I heed a call---
tears me apart
No sweeter sky
that soars the mind---
when sun and moon
Dance side by side
North Summer nights---
the white nights call---
there is no time
to fret or stall---
no excuses, no one to blame
in heading North
There is no shame.
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Chorus:
Thru White nights dance
both sun and moon
no lover's parting
Arrives too soon
In icy Spring
Like Grandma's broom
The white night's sweep
Life into bloom
Midsummer night
Snow-dark has fled
And time has flown
My True Love's bed.
Over these mountains
Like Grandma's broom
The white night's sweep
Life into bloom--
Thru White nights dance
both sun and moon
no lover's parting
arrives too soon.
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Hang on tight--
If you dare
Travel light,
for it is far.
Come, Darlin' Love,
share this delight
No thrill soars past
My white North Nights
imagine time
that never ends---
bodies entwined---
eternal blend
CHORUS
June 2013
V Anderson-Throop
warm heat radiates
baking the soft fertile soil
regeneration
casting bright shadows
over sphere covered earth's crust
illumination
the brightness of day
a stark contrast to the night
rays versus moon beams
Phyllis Babcock
Let's have a word from THE RISING SUN:
I rose this morning and spoke hope to the solar system,
reassuring everyone concerned of a stabilizing experience;
and advising citizens all, in my sphere of influence, to take
one day at a time. Moreover, allow me to simply say that
I will dutifully fulfill my daily assignment and take my leave.
I learned from my humble beginning that I cannot control the clouds
nor dictate to the winds that are also on assignment. Come what may,
we only have a say in what our assignment is today. I must go now,
lest I overstay and take away precious time from the setting sun.
Now a word from THE SETTING SUN:
It's been a long day. Some clouds came and threw shadows in the pathway.
My rays knew that the winds would come along and push the clouds along.
So, they kept their steady glow even though not everyone saw them glowing.
I'm learning to be gentler and not force my fiery ways. I try not to stress
and look forward to the end of my day when I will take my rest. I also realize that none of us are perfect, because the entire universe has been ill-affected by the sins of Adam and Eve. But I anticipate the day when we all shall be perfected.
Finally, a word from THE MOON:
I'm ok with being the last on this program of Space and Time.
I don't feel any less than Sunrise or Sunset; honestly, I don't.
I am just one of many brights of the night to help keep the light.
Moreover, the world is infatuated with my variant and beautiful shapes.
I am surrounded by many stars of wonder with such stunning sights.
I must admit that one is hard-pressed to find anything more glorious
than Sunrise or Sunset. Nevertheless, I have always been taught to
believe and realize that my purpose in the night sky is just as
meaningful as Sun, clouds, winds, and every speck of particle
in God's vast domain and awesome universe.