Luna Poems - Poems about Luna

The Lady of the Night Alone, Luna dominates the sky, glowing from Sol’s reflected light. Her mares, dark blotches set against the white light. She is the queen of the night sky, full face proudly displayed. Strange things are said to happen when she rides her chariot across the sky. Wolves utter lonesome cries. Cursed individuals take the form of the werewolf. Humans go stark raving mad. We have...

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To the moon above On mission of grand conquest Men in lunar launch Defining moment In “One giant leap for mankind” Prints in lunar dust Stars and Stripes planted The flag flies but does not wave In moon’s atmosphere In that adventure Proud men and women served I was among them Soon many giant steps Were made on terra firma To visit again Time has written much Since...

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In a forest of clouds, and a handful of snow, the sun glitters, encompassed by the stars above, flattered by the adoring humans, glorifying the spectacle of moon's shadow. How warm is the light of the lunar night! Only the choir of wintery winds flapping its wings. From the first time she sees light the world is flashy light. Happiness is...

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I want a drunk moon one entirely at home in a glass of golden wine. Let evil be forever sober, wine hydrates reality, a dead moon bloom's in small cups of tipsy poetry. I want to rest my eyes in a winding river of moonlight, let the madmen thunder and rail, my peace booms above their loudest shouts. I used to be a tomcat, I made love to...

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Caught. In Luna's eye, her rise invites me, to fire upon my strife, giving life, to an eternity, of thought, I thought, once, to be a lie....

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I didn’t notice much change, but now the birds begin to sing…the music breaks through…it is okay once more. The ancients must have thought so. I wonder of the animals in the zoo, the scientists rubbing their palms. I noticed when it seemed a minor dim, hardly noticeable. Didn’t have glasses to join the din, so opened the shades. Now, seems a bit brighter....

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aye … indeed ... dangle your dreamy toes, darlin' we sit the moon as whimsy - a shimmery sea of suns to tickle our feet while we nuzzle noses your hair is rainbow tinsel - eyes, a wild maelstrom of wonder twirling into those plum bows that glisten for a kiss … the gleaming gossamer tapestry spun with your smile to melt my mad midnight melancholy and drizzle...

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What a lovely goddess is La Luna. With the wiles  of a woman, she changes again and again, yet she continues to rule the nights steadfastly. Like oceans' tides. we beneath night skies feel pulled by her mysteriously. You beguile us, La Luna. How many artists have you inspired? How many lovers have been seduced beneath your gaze? Poets evermore will praise  your glowing grace. ...

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Luna Maura arose unexpectedly, unbidden In the midst of the lake of the waterfall We recognized the power of this water faerie Legend had predicted her for thousands of years...

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When I open my mouth Bats emerge or worse, or better What more can be said How much more to know To share, to oversimplify Borders, places That feel familiar, but not My story My language, my beliefs But not my place The stories that Illustrate Castigate And just wander In normal conversations Ordinary paradoxes Of those who are Asking for help Looking for Dignity Place Something ordinary...

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blueberry hued moon ...

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The measure of immensity is a small step, just a footfall snagged by a tufted hole in the space-time fabric. The way you fall is the way you get out of your bed when the day is already too bright. All things fall upwards from the empty seed. The vastness of insignificance needs a Dollar Store magnifying glass, anything more expensive would only distort perception yet more. Ant hills...

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Friday is yesterday I am living in saturday Waiting for my sunday....

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With my furry, white companion, Luna by my side, We venture forth in Colorado's wide-open stride. My dog's tail wags, a joyous sight, As we embark on our hike, under the sky's bright light. The crisp mountain air invigorates, As we navigate the trails with a steady gait, Amidst Colorado's natural beauty all around, With each step we take, a new wonder...

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Riding the Luna moth to rainbow town, way off the ground. She pirouettes, she hops, and she spins me around. Are we fantasy, fiction or fully alive and true? I ask. She says, “Does it matter?” and I drink from my flask. I am loving today; it has begun so incredibly well. If this is death, I certainly have not...

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