Bright Poems

Moonlight's Bright Tonight, Part 3

Moonlight's bright tonight.
Let's go outside and play.
We can run until dawn.
Morning's still far away.

Embrace the lingering warmth
From the setting of the sun.
Streets grant one true path.
Night calls our return.

In silence the river washed
Our dreams from the shore.
Shiny speckles of sand
Are ours no more.

We’re left vacant and empty
With no pathway home,
Yet the streets keep calling,
Calling our

Missed the Oxymoron With Bright Midnight

Bright Moonlight

To capture moonlight in your palm
Forever hold the lunar sun
A double gift from nature’s kind
God’s day and night for everyone

When midnight is a raven black
The velvet night in silence shows
A luminous and bright midnight
A heart at peace  when beauty glows.

Moonlight's Bright Tonight, Part 2

Moonlight’s bright tonight.
Let’s go outside and play
In the streets of the city.
Morning’s far away.

We’ll dance in the streets,
Race under the stars,
Staring into the eyes
Of oncoming cars.

They’ll tell us their wisdom
In archetypical style
Of the roles that we play
And if we survive.

The dogs of the city,
They howl and they fight,
Then fortune they share
For our hungry delight.

When morning

Moonlight's Bright Tonight, Part 1

Moonlight’s bright tonight.
Let’s go outside and play
In the fields of the village.
Morning’s far away.

Still crisp air holds its breath
In silence as we watch
Moonlit shadows creeping west,
Forever out of reach.

We try to chase the shadows
Running through the trees,
Standing tall like rocket ships
Against the lonely seas.

Come along and run with me,
The fields await our gaze.
There lay mysteries

Bright Midnight

BRIGHT MIDNIGHT

Falcate glistening moon tonight,
upon the starry sky shines bright,
the satin smooth milky moonlight,
flowing through Himalayan heights,
silhouette of Shiva in sight,
a time to pray in god’s own light,
heart is calm within and quiet,
crescent moon’s divine bright midnight.





OXYMORON Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
01/September/2025

New Chapter, Same Bright Flame

New Chapter, Same Bright Flame 
by Otieno Elvis Gikoi 

Morning light falls on a proud land.  
Katiba Day wakes with songs of hope.  
My birthday blooms in the same sun.  
Both days speak of fresh beginnings.  
The Constitution smiles in steady strength.  
I walk forward with open hands.  
Every

Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku Translations 4

Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku Translations 4

The next seven autumn moon translations are dedicated to Stephen I. Hsu, who suggested the Chiyo-ni poems to me.

Keywords/Tags: autumn, moon, bright, walk, touch, nature, absence, angst, loneliness, solitude, understanding, distance, nearness

Bright autumnal moon,
but no matter how far I walked,
unreachable.
—Fukuda Chiyo-ni, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Bright autumnal moon,
but no matter

bright sparks

show me a zero carbon footprint ~ and i'll point out its shoeless slave

but first we'll need a generator ~ to shed light on his pitch black cave

said an oil tycoon to the cobbler ~ who turns on the lathe for a shave 


By
David Kavanagh

Bright Twinkling Star Of The Night

Bright twinkling star of the night,
you validate that we have sight.
From Source you shine on every land,
It’s the Source that created man.

Just as your light keeps on burning,
Source gives man a mind discerning.
A mind that also keeps on learning,
sharing truth to feed our yearning.

Is it possible we are light?
Will the Source give us an insight?
Blink

Recognizing the Sun as a Goddess

                           S         h         e         's

Skylight

Stars in the night I see
Scenery so sightly
Some are twinkling brightly
Small ones showing lightly
Staring at them nightly
Structure holds some tightly
Softly they delight me

Play in the Sunshine by Prince

Song: Play in the Sunshine by Prince

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Dewfresh Morn

Pain holds its insistence
pressed against me
I dream of a misty
selfless new morn
soft as maternal skin
easing me free
with a true smile to greet
a sweet day born!

We Die A Little

We die a little bit
Each day and each night
As we live every minute
Gleeful or glum under the light.

We die in our sleep
And rise again if we’re lucky
And blessed. This is deep
Few people are truly canny or savvy.

Believe not in all the glitters
When it’s time to go or to depart
Gravity behaves like deadly creatures.

We die every

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