Long Moonlit Poems
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in the silence of the loneliest of nights
will ever so gently the moon caress my skin
and tingle stir to life the dreams that sleep
your voice like honey on my lips
will soothe away my cares
so the world can suddenly conspire
to cast and whirl enchant and dance
release its myriads of stars
all to overwhelm my senses
while you are somewhere out there
maybe reaching too into the vastness
hoping i might somehow meet you halfway
AP: 2nd place 2023, Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2023
Submitted on January 9, 2023 to contest YOUR CHOICE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 8TH
An ineffable latibule from the brutalness of life
Where two come together and share their great strife
Hidden in darkness of the void of the night
Is where the moon buds into a spotlight
Surrounded by colors of cornflowers, poppies and roses
As lovers join hip in most romantic of poses
In that suspended moment not a sound can be heard
Frozen in time, the uniting of lovebirds
As she stares into her eyes, breasts meeting breasts
All the worries in the world are forced to a rest
Hand grabbing hand, they transform into a dance
So natural the sight, caught in perfect trance
Stripped of all clothes, nothing comes between
Soulmates bound together, their light a bright beam
A crimson ribbon holding them wrist to wrist
Living together in awe inspiring bliss
Beneath the cloak of midnight's grace,
I spread my wings, begin the chase.
Through the whispering trees, I navigate,
A seeker in the dark, my hunger won't abate.
The moonlit path guides my flight,
Casting a gentle glow on the canvas of night.
Silent shadows, my companions in the quest,
As I explore the secrets that the darkness invests.
Rustling leaves tell tales of unseen prey,
Nature's whispers guiding my way.
In the depth of night, I trust my sight,
A hunter's prowess in the soft moonlight.
Between branches, where shadows play,
I'm a creature of instinct, a nocturnal ballet.
Through the velvety air, I weave and wend,
On a journey where the night and I blend.
The night breeze whispers tales untold,
Of moonlit secrets, mysteries unfold.
With every beat of my wings, a promise to keep,
In the heart of darkness, where dreams and shadows leap.
~Tonight, a place, I choose to live in and to be~
My reverie~
My mind nor soul cannot live in 2020 insanity.
In my spirit I must from this heathen earth, escape.
My reverie~
You cannot find me once I close the cerulean, velvety drape.
The ebb and flow of a moonlit sea~
Understand are for God and me, and 'tis my beauteous escape.
My reverie~
The gentle rain falls on the sand and me both musically and tenderly.
How I long to stay here forever in this essence of eternity!
My reverie~
Just listening to dreams of the secret surf.
Amazed at the stillness of the verdant,shimmering turf.
My reverie~
A hidden space God created just for me.
To remind me that He is, in the end my all and my eternity.
, My reverie~
Where angels blow and move the clouds with nary a sound..
And celestial bodies twinkle to glorify him all around!
July 13, 2020
12:50am PST
Elevations and Invocations
Elevated thought forms from a stringent disposition
Relegated to warn the innocent of the incoming derision
Segregated from the form as insight pierces my vision
Consecrated by a storm of violent premonitions
Invocations of melancholy streaming down from a moonlit sky
Provocations of pure folly as they don’t stop to even ask why
Intonations of the sorry that are nuanced when they cry
Imitations of worry line the face of a woman about to die
Alleviations of suffering allowing temporary relief
Commiserations of an offering that is consumed by grief
Configurations of stuttering as the image defies all rational belief
Constellations of wondering stars that shine like a wayward thief
Pure intention invoked by honesty and virtue that eviscerates the unkind
Demure retention provoked by beauty and the grace of the refined
Mature reflections bespoke the complexity of her convoluted mind
Statures of inventions that are beguiling to the nature of mankind
Amalgamating process, form, design and structural cohesion
Promulgating progress and reform only to find that it defies logic and reason
Infiltrating undulating societal norms that could justify as treason
Pontificating from a pulpit to warn and subjugate the season
Uplifting the notion of benevolence toward the highest of regard
Shape-shifting upon the ocean as the sunset divides into light shards
Grifting on the concept of devotion that is sung by sincere bard
Shifting the underlying commotion to grace when it all becomes too hard
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
Sharing sweet kisses
Beneath a golden moon
Watching shooting stars go by
Strolling along hand in hand
Gazing in her eyes
Sharing sweet kisses
Diamonds up above
Adds enchantment to the night
Beneath a golden moon
On moonlit nights
When the heavens glow
Watching shooting stars go by
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Make A Splash
Palm trees sway
on a sunny day
as waves caress the shore
Seagulls glide above the tides
On balmy wind rides
Palm trees sway
Dolphins are seen
riding the waves real keen
on a sunny day
Take a dash
Then make a splash
as waves caress the shore
Examples for my Contest
5-29-204
Cruising on a stretched highway
where miles take forever --
Miles that would pull my heart back
to a village of wonder,
leaving work as new dreams call.
Past curves from an old meadow
jasmines twirl, bursting sweet scent
while mist sends off a glow;
A glow of childhood longing
Replaying strong on my mind.
Chorus:
I'm nearing home , my real home
Where folks chime of moonlit songs,
Moments thrilling spilling joy
far from city noise, I'm home !
Cares and pressure , out of sight
gentle this world in silence--
as youth's reveries play on:
Let me laugh, let me rest
to wake from fields' sweet request !
If I were really rich, I would live in beautiful Bermuda,
Sipping rum swizzles and fishing for wily barracuda!
I'd buy a fancy sports car in which to cruise unbound,
And join the Mid-Ocean Club to play a daily golfing round!
I'd own a sailing yacht on which to entertain my friends,
Sailing 'neath moonlit skies as around the isle she wends!
I'd buy a splendid cottage on The Cut in Olde St George's town,
From there to savor dramatic sunsets watching olde Sol go down!
I'd dine on fish and chips at my favorite pub, The White Horse Inn,
Listening to quaint calypso music by the Talbot Brothers therein!
On balmy evenings I'd stroll Old Maids Lane and Shinbone Alley,
And watch the Gombey dancers gyrate as I leisurely dally!
If I were rich I would move there in a trice,
To loll on the pink sandy beaches of that island paradise!
Entry for Mystic Rose's "If You Were Rich Contest"
(11 November 2015)
When you licorice listen the quiet is loud
Many voices are heard and many sounds
The car rushing down black street
Needs a muffler it rumbles so unique
The hum of electronic waves in the air
Do you hear it as well do you even care
Always hear my heart beat like drum
Is it tinnitus the cause of this hum
I can hear cicadas singing their songs
Nothing to be afraid of all night long
When I walk I hear my yellow footsteps
My shoes on and off makes the sound swell
I hear the baby cry across the way
Perhaps he is hungry or thirsty today
I hear the keyboard as I teal type
I am alone and so alone I write
Do we take time to hear each other
Despite differences we’re sisters brothers
Listen to the unique violet voice inside
That swells like the ocean moonlit tide
Empress of the Night
Veiled in the moon’s ethereal grace,
She emerges from her shadowed place.
A crown of black roses adorns her brow,
Each thorn a reminder of the pain she must avow.
In the moonlit meadow’s misty embrace,
In the air, night-blooms leave a lingering trace.
Beneath the silver glow, a symphony of leaves,
As whispers weave a haunting melody, through the trees.
Draped in smokey shadows, her gown gently sways,
Echoing secrets of the night, in a misty haze.
Her raven hair, a river of midnight flow,
Beckons with its seductive, silken glow.
Her corset’s flattering grasp ignites passions bright,
A binding spell cast under Luna’s pale, blue light.
Captivated by her obsidian eyes,
I’m drawn into depths where mystery lies.
In the swirling abyss of a starless night,
Desires stir deeply, this enchanting sight.
She is Eleanor, Empress of midnight’s embrace,
Cursed by ancient gods for her bewitching beauty and grace.
Perched beside her is Sidien, a raven of mythical lore,
With feathers as dark as onyx core.
A faithful companion, steadfast and wise,
Guiding her through the darkness with resolute eyes.
Her beguiling smile, a seductive lure of sin,
I’m ensnared, longing to taste the poison within.
Her plush plum lips, drawn into a sinister grin,
A dangerous temptation, a dalliance with sin.
Within the darkness, she reigns supreme,
A gothic beauty in a haunting dream.
To love her is to court the flames of Hell,
Yet I’m helpless, captive in her seductive spell.
Desire’s fire may sear this tender heart,
Lest love’s sweet poison rends my soul apart.
-Edward