Moon Healing Poems | Examples
These Moon Healing poems are examples of Healing poems about Moon. These are the best examples of Healing Moon poems written by international poets.
Sexual healing
she said is sex o clock baby
This words of her always turn me cos
She is beautiful with awesome curves
Her pretty face make me happy
Her smile is like a sun set
She makes me feel love again and again
What a beautiful soul
She is a gift to me
I swear I can always testify to this testimony
She loves me beyond words
So every time we get down together sexually
We feel each other beyond words
We fly above the moon together
We touch the stars more better than a jet could ever will
Our intimacy is more better stronger each time we make love
What a beautiful woman
She is a gift to my soul
Each down we get down together
She moans so happily
Always she ask me never to stop
Always she want more of me
As much as I needs more of her
I tell you no lie
Life is beautiful with an awesome
Sexual healing
The whole Cosmos delights in night dreaming,
Where Sun and Moon entwine in astral projection.
The Cosmos listens to the sky's calling,
Knowing we're part of this great connection.
The forest presents green variety,
For which Moonlight holds great reverence.
Each tree and leaf beckons true piety
As Sunlight shows its high benevolence.
Have you ever felt the Blue Moon's grace,
Or lain beneath the entranced Full Moon?
The sky smiles with Moonlight's magical face,
Shining through the soft trees aligned and tuned.
Healing oneself in nature's vast kingdom
Is to restore the self to wholesomeness.
The devil couldn’t reach me,
so he sent diversions in the form I desired most.
He wrapped lies in laughter,
gave them cute faces,
glittered them up like gold.
And I forgot, sometimes a wound wears jewels,
sometimes danger looks like everything you ever prayed for.
So I fell for it.
I wasn’t the sun in their day, nor the star in their night.
Even the moon could’ve shone better than me
but I wasn’t that either.
Is it any wonder
that the mark once adorned in gems
started bleeding on the one who never cut it?
And guess who walked away with the scar?
But what if scars aren’t shame
but signs?
Badges of strength,
proof that I broke, bled, and still rose.
I couldn’t dodge the pain,
but I gained the wisdom.
And if he couldn’t stop me from reaching everything except him,
then truly,he is powerless.
Now I know where I belong
with the One who loved me
when I couldn’t love myself.
I may stumble, fear, fall, stutter, break
but I now know whose I am.
And from this day forward,
I shall happen to life
not the other way around.
When the night is soft and shadows sigh,
I gather pieces of who I've been,
Underneath a silver-breathing sky—
The broken heart, the fractured skin.
I’ve worn the weight of wordless ache,
A cloak of silence stitched by stars,
Still I rise, though pathways break,
Barefoot tracing memory’s scars.
The moon bends low with lantern light,
A silent guide for those who roam,
It whispers softly through the night:
You are not lost. You’re simply home.
Though darkness clings and sorrow hums,
A quiet bloom of hope appears,
It roots itself where heartbreak drums,
A fragile pulse beyond the tears.
I am not whole, yet still I move,
Each step a tender, whispered prayer,
A testament that I’ll improve—
That dawn awaits beyond despair.
The dawn, she paints with golden breath,
A canvas born from darkest hue,
Reminding me that even death
Can birth beginnings, fresh and new.
So softly now, I rise again,
With hands reborn from ash and dust,
A heart once marred begins to mend—
In morning’s light, in quiet trust.
I have loved like windows love the morning-
quietly, without asking to be noticed,
just hoping someone would open them.
There were nights
when the moon knew more about me
than anyone ever would-
how I curled inward,
folding grief into origami birds,
sending them across invisible winds
toward the edge of forgetting.
I have lost things I never held-
names, chances, whole lives
that might've been mine
in another version of the world.
And yet I still dream in color.
There is a longing
that does not shout
but lingers in doorways
-in the way I hesitate
before saying I'm Fine
It builds altars out of absence
and worships with quiet hands.
But healing,
it does not arrive like spring.
It comes with the slow thaw of winter-
a drip,
a pause,
another drip.
Some days, I am the storm.
Others, the shore that survives it.
I have learned to carry my name
without apology,
to wear my scars
as punctuation marks-
not endings,
but proof that the story moved forward.
And if I ever forget who I am,
let me return to the silence-
not to disappear,
but to listen
to the heartbeat beneath the noise.
"My Queen, My Peace"
In you, I find my steady ground,
where silence sings, where peace is found.
Not just a flame that burns and dies,
but warmth that lingers, steady, wise.
You walk with grace, a queen, so true,
who knows the strength in all you do.
With hands that heal and eyes that see,
you bring the world to rest in me.
Not love that fades, nor love that sways,
but one that stands through night and day.
A touch that soothes, a voice so warm,
a haven safe within the storm.
For in your arms, I reign complete,
no wars to fight, no past to meet.
A king at peace, no throne, no guise,
just love reflected in your eyes.
Lev
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Note:
"My Queen, My Peace" is a heartfelt tribute to a love that transcends romance, a devotion grounded in serenity, strength, and deep emotional safety. It honors the sacred presence of a woman whose grace and inner power bring healing, calm, and completeness to the man who loves her. Through lyrical imagery and tender emotion, the poem paints a portrait of a timeless union where love is not a fleeting flame, but a peaceful reign shared by two souls.
An island sunset, when mango moon is calling,
Lush palm fronds sway, when the day is stalling.
Ivory tailed comet, comes but once in a lifetime,
Sitting in tropical sunset, at just the right time.
Gemmed hummingbird sparkle. Destiny dreams.
Pink sun is roving. Glossy crows' feathers gleam.
What was left behind, is often recalled to mind;
Yet, plum fate isn't unkind, as love again you find.
There's no one cause I'm done,
With the sore and the pain.
But there's awe with my faith,
That is growing again.
The peace I'm embracing,
It has filled my whole heart.
And my soul sings the rhythms,
Of a day with no start.
This Christmas I'm healing,
And I'm new like a moon.
I'm lighted, revealing,
Full of glow in a room.
In a hyacinth bed of seven stars,
winter fairies waltz in pearl elegance~
a token of faith engrossed amidst scars,
while skies drizzle rain in fruity essence.
Angel of sleep seeks through frost's icy thorn,
fallen feathers soar towards jasmine moon,
when lotus light within soul is reborn,
listen to the tree of life sigh and croon.
Somewhere between daisy dusks and rose dawns,
seeds of sun unfurl promises in gold,
sowing herbs of hope across sequined lawns.
In the realm of healing, love I behold.
When milky quartz stars thread the sky like twinkling fairy lights~
shifting colors of fleeting phases, paint silent prayers in gold.
Within the pages of dusky dreams, I've found moon-glazed healing.
It was amazing seeing you..
Altogether the time passes swiftly by
Can you remember the first night
When all was silence in the room beneath the broken moon
Wishing and remnicing that the pain felt had never been there
I miss seeing your bright smile
Watching the leaves fall from the divine mountain.
Together we danced with the moon and sang with the sun
Alas the mortal compass passes time all too soon
The leaves on the immortal mountain freeze with the song of chaos
Don't you know it was amazing knowing you.
Wishing for the dream on the bright moon
Dancing with the drunken immortal
Hanging onto broken red threads of Lao Yue
Even as the paradise crumbles.
It was amazing knowing you.
All at once a thousand miles a hundred years pass and the the voice I longed for is heard in the silence.
At once the immortal palace is rebuild, and the frozen leaves thaw to bloom into the spring.
The past washes over me in waves,
Leaves me dripping with grief,
I said I healed.
"But how much?" You ask.
"Because grief is a myriad of hurtful memories,
You say you didn't drown in it,
You say you are keeping afloat.
But till when, I ask.
How long can you swim across the ocean,
With your bare arms?"
"I don't know, I really don't.
But all I know,
Is that the water doesn't scare me anymore,
And I am willing to come to the shore.
And sometimes, having the moon,
Is more important than having the north star.
Because, when you have the moon,
The moonlight can guide you to the shore,
But having the north star on a moonless night,
Becomes too scary to row.
And right now, I have my moon.
So I believe, I'd find the shore soon."
I have died a million times,
And this has shaped my soul,
But I need to die again,
And give Thee my life in whole.
I don’t yet know how to,
Or if I even want to yet,
But I know if I don’t do it soon,
I will forever regret.
These deep perils inside,
Cut me up so treacherously.
Can I find a friend, in whom I can confide,
Who will love me zealously?
My few are out there trying,
While I’m in here, just dying.
The tyrants of the tide, are pulling and prying,
To cut me off, and thwart me from rising.
These are things, not surprising,
But things I’m just now realizing.
I keep unwinding, never compromising.
My standards are set by the Most High.
I can go on with Thee alone,
But I would love it if others came along.
I know somewhere there are some,
Who believe the way I do, who also remain true.
I hope I’ll find them soon,
But until then I’ll see the moon,
And night stars in these skies,
With me in their glorious lights.
Suddenly awake,
Snatched back,
From a space of wild dreams,
Open fields,
Open skies
A place he was free to run.
He reached out his arms,
And held the darkness,
The sound of drips
Turned into splash.
Water formed into Pools
Of sacred water at his feet,
He reached down,
and slowly washed his unshaven face
and bathed his blistered feet.
At peace now,
The darkness began to fade,
And with his arms outstretched like angels wings,
And his head lifted high;
He flew up into the moonlit clouds above,
At one now,
With the pure white light
Of a full summers
moon,
John Robert
When the snow falls in
the roads will be blocked
So cross over now
before it's too late
Take yourself away
grow in isolation
Greet the Sun, love the moon
and live with the nature
You will rise and shine
brighter than them all
Your fire will be fiercer
your will stronger, your strength unmatched
Your beauty aglow, your desires awakened
burning through your heart, raging through your mind
The demons shall leave
and your will shall preside