Blue Moon Poems - Poems about Blue Moon

“Blue moon you saw me standing alone Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own.” Lorenz Hart Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious ...

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Last night two events occurred together that are unlikely to repeat… It wasn’t even Halloween…so for them to happen in one night was certainly a treat! First to an Edgar Allan Poe Speakeasy we decided we would go… Deborah dressed as the Raven and me as Mr. Poe. In a dimly lit room we watched and listened as four...

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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 ...

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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...

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I haven’t heard from you in a few days My heart is certainly ablaze And you’re probably acrazed Somewhere. My gosh, you haven’t changed your ways My friend, frankly, I continue to be amazed By the gawkiness of your recent stays. It is blue moon again Father Earth is moving like a fleeing felon Who wishes to find a haven Anywhere. Bad habits control old folks And...

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In the beginning was the word- and the word was… light darkness dawn promise dusk despair. I was a tempest child a feral cat- alone wild and untamed eyes a jigsaw of shattered chaos. Mom sighs a rustle Autumn leaves of disappointment her gaze a mirror reflecting every misstep a stalag. "Just Fix It!" her then my mantra carved in condemnation each scratching syllable a fragmented splinter in my fickle fragile frailty. My...

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Blue moon paints herself confidently With power and magic as you can see She feels invincible, and puts it on paper Then paints it up, as if it is a self-actualization caper We see what she is doing, and we smile at her Her paintings are incredible, but of course, quite pure. Blue moon is putting herself in poems and stories...

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blueberry hued moon ...

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I held the moon in my arms outstretched Pondering the nightime sky And also my place in this cosmos My where my what my why Is my life as insignificant As in future days may seem The now nightime of days wandering This beautiful inexplicable dream...

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I don't matter. I've never mattered to anyone I don't matter No one's waiting for me And I wait for no one I could have been a light in the night I could have been a beacon in the dark I could have been the shepherd's star To find my way in the darkness Of...

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the super blue moon at the end of this August have a so nice night...

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Reaching out to you, at speed of light so you may find me on common ground, among the trees a gentleman, though strange to your ears. Under a lamplit room, one full of sky oh, though my eyes look down, not worldly as you may think uninjured, and uninjuring just the same as you. Yes, it's you, my words were...

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Lights flip on. Flopping to the aeropress. Measuring my morning cuppa fresh coffee grinds, stirred in my mind with cream. Filling pill boxes. Reading poetry, writing poetry, as I glance up every blue moon to the patriot-dance taking place on my stone fireplace. Passionate zing of orange, yellow, blue bombs - fireworks on the celestial ballroom floor. Lustrous gowns of a grand finale over the Big Apple - the towers still intact, still have roots, still watch...

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Dean croons girls swoon...

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The moon peeks through the night, Her blue light a distant sight, ...

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