Moon Iambic Pentameter Poems

In shadows cast on lands afar or near,
A dance of spheres in silence, stark and clear.
Though veiled from some, the cosmic play proceeds,
Unfolding vast, beyond...

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White sheets rattle in surging winds billowed free
I fly suspended dangling from stars dancing
Moon cajoles like my father laughing at me
Butterflies land in swarms gathering...

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The moon was peeking through the naked trees
The breeze that blew that day had gone to bed
A lonely nightingale perched overhead
Harassed the silence with his...

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If the twilight welcomes the velvet sky,
If the light fades with a baby blue gloom,
Will it be the diamonds that shine up high?
Will they shine...

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I cannot rush the moon, although I reckon 
That if I could, I would request she hurried. 
Though 'miles to go before I sleep' do...

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By night eleven figures came to me
Unlocking doors that sealed shut long ago.
We travelled forward on a darkened sea 
To sleepy Somnus’ cave, hidden below.

Eternal...

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Encamped beside a clear blue water lake
We call it, Bullfrog Valley. Here, they thrive.
The labyrinth of streams the water takes
Brings insects, as the meadows come...

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LUNAR MADNESS
His thought; desire; that driving dream he knew;
so real within his heart and living soul;
the thing he took and fed until it grew,
into the...

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Be you, the full moon that lights soul
My state of the mind is hers to flow
Roll in then away she turns dark
Leaving speckles of sparks...

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Winter Storm


Inside our warm and comfy bed tonight,
we'll see white sparkling flakes fly past the moon
and mounds pile up 'neath gold and silver light
where satin...

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Under the twilit moon she sat and thought,
why on earth her mother and dad fought.
Wishing she never heard the angry words,
through the pain she knew...

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To love one so fair, is but a mystery to me,
To be able to charish someone, Tis' a fantasy.
Her hair as autumn as the sunrise,...

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She sat in the moonlight, her back to the bay,
Absorbed in thoughts of her own destruction.
A fortnight ago she had come to the rock;
At the...

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A candle is lit in the forest of song,
Where the witches come out in the glen;
And the nightingales dance,
As if in a trance,
All watched by...

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I stare at dusk-tinged mountains to the east,
anticipating joyously the rise
of an old friend not pressured in the least
 to meet my frantic schedule, I...

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