Moon Metaphor Poems | Examples
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THE DIVINE CONSTELLATION
You’re the sparkling light leading me
Through the darkness of life’s forest;
Shattering all trying to lead me astray:-
There is no darkness your light
Can’t penetrate—shattering blindness:
Enlightening awareness constellated to all:-
You are indeed the sun, moon, and stars of life,
Filling it with the glow that blinds evil deviations;
For you are God’s divine wisdom and guidance:-
EUTERPE
I am in the warm breath of summer’s airs
And the threatening roar of winter’s storms.
I am of the rising sun and waning moon,
In the harmony of the distant stars,
And the restless rhythm of rolling seas.
I am lost memories in caverns deep,
Where Mnemosyne* in timeless darkness sleeps,
Where magicians old, their secrets keep.
I am in the orchestra of the rain,
The symphony of the showers.
I am metaphor, I am simile,
I am rhythm, I am poetry.
Barry Stebbings
July 2026
Euterpe – Greek muse of lyric verse and music
Daughter of Mnemosyne, goddess of memory.
A PERSPECTIVE IN LIFE’S UPS AND DOWNS
Late last night, I was
Parallel to the full moon:-
That changed this morning:
I am perpendicular
To another day’s sunshine
Glory be to God
Another surviving night,
And its rising day:
Me ready for all of life’s
Up and down tribulations:-
In life’s ups and downs,
Let’s forever be in God’s
Labors of His love:
Seeking true equality
For all of humanity:-
In life’s ups and downs,
Let us pull down injustice;
Raising up justice:
Don’t be blind to injustice,
Up there, pulling down, justice:-:
Much more could be said,
But it’s parallel time now—
Tomorrow waiting:
May God see fit to have me
Perpendicular again:-
I rented a child's inflatable watercraft
(in other words, a rubber raft)
and ran 'cross rocks broken by God's hand
(in other words, the sand)
to catch the moon's ocean tidal slave
(in other words, a wave).
That's the end of my metaphorical allegory
(in other words, my story).
Inside the outside of everything
Colors conform to retreat
I seek not what is lost or gained
I only seek the truth or fiction
Inside the Outside of all
I stumble against the wall of remorse
And in the distance of morning or nightide
I see the truth as gospel or not
Colors bleed into morning or night
Like the dharma of dawn reborn
I see the raven flying or hanging
On a rope-ladder to the moon and back
I am dead but hopeful of life
In all the usual places or not
I am dead and only now
glimpse the truth
QUIET NIGHT
Quiet, serene night;
Stars blinking…moon shining:
Satisfied black holes:-
Hail, heavy avalanche of milky whiteness.
A soft mountain moving in the dark.
Yumpy, your pale mass defies gravity.
Midnight strikes, and the thunder begins.
The floorboards groan beneath your charge.
Four paws drum a chaotic rhythm.
Sleep flees before your blinding furriness.
You hunt ghosts while the world rests.
Hoodoos and whatsits tremble at your pounce
Beneath the moon, a fat phantom flies.
You reject the quiet, gentle night.
A restless spirit wrapped in creamy fluff.
My closed eyes watch you blur past.
While chase scenes envelop my dreams.
I love the smiling moon, in an equinox sky
It makes me think the cosmos is amused
At one such as I
Just before it sets, it's the wink of an eye
It's a hedge on the bets I've allowed to slip by
I can't really imagine it's not there for me
I doubt that anyone else is aware of the trick
I'm aware just myself, I'm the target of it
That's enough just to know, I don't need a sign
To be holding this thought, is to hold the divine
An unorthodox paradox on the dark side of the moon.
A rotating axle spinning the cogwheels of thought.
One pair of arms striking authority,
The other pair holding a cracked shield.
One fights for what they believe is right,
The other fights for what they want.
Belittling each other, pushing the boundaries,
beyond bodily limbs within constant orbit.
A sentinel of the galaxy shifts the four faces of judgment.
The warrior stands tall among their trial.
The decision does not come lightly.
Near the edge of the universe,
A chamber of observers, motionless and silent.
The Consequences of a Gemini.
With the shift of a cogwheel,
A slicing wind cuts down a leg of the warrior.
Forced to kneel,
Pledging allegiance to defiance.
~ coins tumble, silver …
shimmered brine pays the day’s debt
deep … a moon’s pockets ~
sift tender what the sandman leaves your eyes
thus soft with dreams meandering, that swoon
the gauzy soot that dusts the day's goodbyes
grown weighty from their cares of life, too soon
and borne upon the bright beams … of the moon.
Rewrite December 19, 2025
For the “Bite Size Number 131 Poetry Contest”
Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor
~ moonlit caps shimmer,
crests spilling silver doubloons ...
Neptune's coffers, full ~
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THE CANVASSING SKY
A shooting star fell,
Shot down into a black hole;
Gibbous moon watching:-
moon - ‘fore you wink those cornflow’r ‘byes
please sing her blues - hues sewn with sighs
to splice your beams, my dreams made hers
and ghost those twilight-twined messieurs …
(your pleas to please … my passioned purrs).
Copyright © 2025 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art created by yours truly - filtered at Prisma )
CELESTIALLY GRACED LOVE
The day has its sun,
And the night, its moon;
I’m blessed to have you,
Each day and its night:-
For your love is as
The cosmic beauty,
Reflecting the shiny glow
Of God’s divine light:-
As you are the ever glowing
Sun and moon of my heart,
May I likewise be of your heart:-
And may God forever grace us
In this onederful onement of
The oneness of our love:-