There was a moon over Paris—at noon
misplaced in space?
Awakened too soon?
noon moon,
I saw you floating alone
without a cloud in the sky
without a night of your own
And with the moon flying high above me
like cloud made of magical stone
I felt a wish I made celestially
might save me from being alone
noon moon,
I long for someone to care for
some one that I could be there for
someone to call all my own
.
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Songs for this:
Blue Moon (feat. vGumiho) by Derivakat
Blue Moon by The Mavericks
Light shimmered upon the lake
Reflections of Luna's golden glow
She reigned in midnight blue skies
Gloriously glimmering before my eyes
A navigator
Looking for unknown answers
Today’s moon is blue
A sprightly little squirrel named Drew
sat under a moon that was oddly blue,
and as its glow soaked through the night,
it dyed his furry body a dazzling hue.
He blinked, he twitched, he gave a chirp,
for blue is bold and far from meek~
but Drew, now bright as midnight skies,
felt rather dapper, quite unique.
He scampered up a maple tree,
declaring, “Look! Just look at me!”
The forest gasped, for never yet
had anyone seen such tint on a squirrel so free.
And now when moonlight turns to blue
and paints the nighttime’s silver view,
the squirrels all gather, hoping too
for a moonlit moment
to change their fur to blue.
a blue moon
slowly
rises
like a whispered omen,
its light slipping through branches~
like a secret
deciding where to land.
above the forest canopy
the light feels almost ancient~
a quiet intelligence
unfolding into pale
gossamer veils.
its luminescence
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s
into the waiting stream,
threads of silver
unraveling
into the water
as if the sky were pouring out its memory.
whirlpools
gather
near the shore turning in slow,
deliberate circles,
blue within blue,
a soft geometry
of something
unseen
trying to speak.
rocks begin to glow,
their surfaces
catching
the moon’s quiet blessing~
small altars
lit without fire.
in this moon-washed
stillness,
the forest feels lifted,
as though every leaf
remembers its origin.
I look out my window.
The moon is all aglow.
The sky tonight is indigo.
Stars they come and go.
For me produce a show.
AP: 3rd place 2026
blue moon
a stranger
twice met
Sleeping next to me,
holding hands, soft fingers interrupting my thoughts.
Legs intertwined, nowhere else I’d rather be.
A daring moment shared in dusk.
Honest, caring, elegant.
Pitch black hair wrapped in a beautiful bow.
Dancing under the moonlight,
I can’t look away.
Sacred, everlasting love.
Holding me, craving this bond.
Winter is here,
The blue moon harvest arrives.
Ascending like a moth to a flame.
Floating amongst stranger clouds.
If I can’t hear the sound of your heartbeat,
I know this place is not my home.
A star breaker, tearing the skies apart.
Our fireworks, trapped in time capsules.
How can we share love in your reality?
Floating in space with you,
We journey across scattered stars.
Though I do not know the way.
In your reality,
If I don’t know how to love you,
I’ll leave you be.
I can hear the wolves howling.
A blue moon sky tonight,
movement, motion, magical,
we're synchronized just right.
Her silhouette's smoldering
behind translucent screens.
Perfect, pleasing, pandering,
my fantasy, her scene.
Incense burning, candles aglow,
a breeze blows her to me,
luscious, lacy, lingering,
the only thing I see.
She touches without touching,
spectator on a chair;
wanting, warning, whispering,
she lashes me with hair.
Sorceress now claims her prey.
our bodies do entwine,
teasing, touching, tenacious,
then finally she is mine.
Two bodies brace for battle,
a squall stirs up the sea,
holding, heaving, heavenly,
right where I want to be.
Our hungry mouths are feasting,
enlightenment now sought,
rampant, racing, ravenous,
until that moment's caught.
Thriving in the sun she sways inside her garden
each time a fragrant wind arrives from the sea
Her lavender blooms fill the earth with pardon
she bends at will like a tiny bud young and free
She is a rare and beautiful blue moon in my hand
pulled from the ground she sets my heart aglow
when I inhale her, ... then I begin to understand
why she is my favorite rose, why I love her so
Giving always giving, she is the perfect flower
loosely scented in my home she is fragrance
convening with my senses with elongated hour
this little rose of mine, means love & romance
timorous blue moon
plays peek a boo in brooding clouds
distant thunder claps
Dancing in my room as the daylight fades
my silhouette turns pirouettes on the window shade
how much love does it take to break the spell
and shake this gloom I know too well
rainy days I've had my share
the outlook it's not always fair
searching for a way reaching out for you
'til you return and make the sun shine through
slipping into dreams as twilight falls
my fantasy's reality 'til tomorrow calls
how much faith does it take to make amends
and wake this love in you again
lonely nights I've known a few
that cold cold wind it cuts right through
looking for the good hoping for the best
wanting all your love getting by on less
and I'm talking to the man in the moon
telling him I'm missing you
walking with the man in the moon
wondering if he's ever been this blue
“Blue moon you saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own.” Lorenz Hart
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
What an extraordinary eyesight
To gaze at a blue moon with delight
With its wonderful shine in the sky
That dazzles the iris of the eyes.
Eyes, indeed, are lured with such relish
Sky with such tints diffuses great bliss
Delight flows from the heart of viewers
Sight of such beauty charms good suitors.
Such scenes sink deep in the memory.
On a sapphire night, the moon glows
Gone are the stars as the wind blows
Shrugs of fog silence darkest fears
Bugs with gentle light share their tears
Free as the songs who ebb and flow
We listen to rhymes we now know
Grace stirs the spirit to sing praise
Chase peace and love that always stays
under the blue flowered moon
i am both lost and found
the light spills over my skin
washing away every scar
in this moment i am whole
i remember the nights
when the moon was just a sliver
barely there in the dark sky
and i longed for more light
to guide me through the shadows
but now, under this blue flowered moon
i see that even in darkness
there is beauty, there is hope
even in our most broken moments
we can find light, we can heal
so i dance under the blue flowered moon
my heart wide open to all its magic
for in this moment, anything is possible
under this moon, i am free
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