Lullaby Baby, good night
The Moon is right by your side
Lullaby Baby, sleep tight
And enjoy a Moonlight ride
Lullaby Baby, sweet dreams
The Stars twinkle in your eyes
Lullaby Baby, it seems
You take the Stars by surprise
Moonlight's bright tonight.
Let's go outside and play.
We can run until dawn.
Morning's still far away.
Embrace the lingering warmth
From the setting of the sun.
Streets grant one true path.
Night calls our return.
In silence the river washed
Our dreams from the shore.
Shiny speckles of sand
Are ours no more.
We’re left vacant and empty
With no pathway home,
Yet the streets keep calling,
Calling our return.
The nights will restore
What we knew in the streets,
But lost from our lives
In many years since.
New challenges we’ll face
With joy and with grief.
Head-on and direct,
Reclaim our belief.
Come share the night,
And the life we must lead
In the streets of the city
Where we can be free.
Moonlight's bright tonight.
Let's go outside and play,
In the streets of the city.
Morning's still far away.
MOONLIGHT ON MY LAPTOP
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
in twilight's hallowed hour
the world outside recedes.
glowing screen, a window wide.
virtual realm opens.
moonbeams dance upon
reflections of code and thought.
I soar, a bird on outstretched wings
through skies of endless blue.
laptop’s keys play a symphony~
my inner voice, a creative song.
the laptop's shining face
a mirror to my soul, a gateway
to hidden depths, a sacred place.
in dawn’s approaching hour,
screen’s embers fade
flickering flames of creativity
their embers will soon turn cold.
Moonlight’s bright tonight.
Let’s go outside and play
In the streets of the city.
Morning’s far away.
We’ll dance in the streets,
Race under the stars,
Staring into the eyes
Of oncoming cars.
They’ll tell us their wisdom
In archetypical style
Of the roles that we play
And if we survive.
The dogs of the city,
They howl and they fight,
Then fortune they share
For our hungry delight.
When morning comes early
With its fresh silken dreams,
We shake off the dust
Of what we have seen.
We’ll feel the warm sun
Wake our guarded souls,
To feed us again
As we make our way home.
Our lives have been spent
Living other’s requests.
Now is the time
For our own conquests.
The streets of the city
Are daring and sheer.
Come with me now.
Experience no fear.
Moonlight’s bright tonight.
Let’s go outside and play
In the fields of the village.
Morning’s far away.
Still crisp air holds its breath
In silence as we watch
Moonlit shadows creeping west,
Forever out of reach.
We try to chase the shadows
Running through the trees,
Standing tall like rocket ships
Against the lonely seas.
Come along and run with me,
The fields await our gaze.
There lay mysteries to be seen
Beyond the twilight haze.
We’ll chase our noble destiny
Into the howling storm
And catch those fleeting shadows,
Running with open arms.
We’ve stayed in this tiny village
Longer than we aught.
The world awaits, bold and bright
Even if we’re caught.
It’s time to make our journey
To lands far and wide.
I’d rather face the future
With you by my side.
Moonlight’s bright tonight.
Let’s go outside and play.
Time to forge our future,
In the streets with me today.
I just want to catch you on a date
in the middle of the ocean,
with all the running lights
on your face.
Picturing us in the sky,
which are captured
in your eyes.
The breeze playing
with your hairs.
No crowd,
no noise -
just you
in the middle of the ocean,
with butterflies.
We tell a secret,
soft and slow,
that has been hidden for years
in a muddy home.
You smiled
like you already knew -
the change...
it happened through you.
So meet me
where the moonlight falls.
'Cause love
kissed the sky.
We find us
on the shore now.
We are in a peace
which never happened before.
Never happened before...
Never happened before.
The moth mistakes my bare skin for moonlight—recurring, insistent. Its wings dust the wrist like a forgotten promise, reminding me of a question I never dared ask aloud. I had held his wrist, not his hand. A ghost of a moment playing on loop in my hypnagogic state.
moonlight
TrEmBlEs
on my wrist
where s i l e n c e nestles
and my pulse
p/u/l/s/e/s
until wings
forget what F L I G H T meant
without aCHe
and consequences …
Imagine yourself as a Color Poetry
Contest //Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
( 1st Place )
Written: August 15, 2025
I am the hush before a winter dawn,
moonlight cloaked across a sleeping field.
I catch the sun in quiet particles,
mirrors of truths you never thought to hold.
I am the glint in a falcon’s eye,
the frost that seals an unspoken vow--
quiet , steadfast,
yet quick to strike into light.
Where moon's light fears falls
a whisper of graveyard rust
in breeze’s thin cold as rain.
A pearl of frozen light
still pond beyond the edge
shadows in the night bleed dark light
raven's pluck razor wire.
Quills scratch glass, cracks
a story of months
a tarnishing of years
silk, waves in cold winds
lost, souls hollow of angels' eyes.
The willow's long branches
stagnant mire, sighs, & funeral pyre
the roses drift, stains of twilight.
Teeth cut flesh
pale, blue, the orbit of sky
hourglass, shattering
echoes of mortal man.
The clockwork turns
gears grind & burn
a secret slumber dark seep
twisted trees, eyes watch.
Portals to the finite horizons
steeple’s haunt distant sands
skeletons dance in the moonlight.
Raven's pluck razor wire.
quills scratch glass, crack
teeth, cut flesh.
Where the moon's light falls
of graveyard dust
cold as winter’s rain.
Chakpii!
Wooo! ! !
We have gathered
On grandfather’s stoneseats
After a hurried meal,
This moonlight...
Assemble, children, and hearken
To the tales we know
And heard from
Our fathers...
Chakpii!
Wooo! ! !
Oruru otu mgbe (Once Upon a Time)
The full moon, naked as birth, stood.
The silent leaves of mother forests
Listened;
All sternness loosened
In the face of the moon...
Conundrums,
Pulses,
Quizzes,
Proverbs...
A parched and famished ground once,
Now elated with
Grown ears; feet below in the
Wondering, dark and lonely soil
Chakpii!
Wooo! ! !
Oruru otu mgbe...
No distinction,
For among kinsmen
A child is the father of a man.
Charged upon native principles,
Conundrums,
Songs,
Quizzes,
Chants,
Oaths,
Verse,
Pulses...
Fortified in sponge-weave,
And voices coming from the one
Gong-hole
Scare
Cultural invasions,
Scientific blackmail,
Traditional irregularities...
Wafting fraternity,
The lunar concern ceases.
But we do not grope
In the dark,
For each eye is the other’s
Lamp.
In the quiet corners of his own mind,
he walks alone,
a poet whose pen drips with moonlight.
He counts the hours by the hum of his thoughts,
each one a lantern swinging in the wind.
A thinker —
he weighs the weight of names,
dreams of the laughter not yet born,
imagines a tiny hand curling around his own.
In solitude,
he builds worlds of words,
hoping one day a child will wander in,
pick a flower from his sentences,
and plant it in their own heart.
The waiting is a long horizon,
but he watches,
because even a lone soul
knows the fire is not for himself alone.
How merciful the is Neptune
that we must travel the sea
does Poseidon make the waters
choppy might man wish to
conquer the seas
As woman treats the world horrible
might she find a lover then
she'll smile
Vishwakarma ,ay bless the ship maker
only for Neptune to curse him
the ship stands tall in the what are cat tails
to drift into the stream
through the creeks and rivers
and out to the sea.
The shoots of cattails
resemble the taste
smiles when mentioned
marvels the taste
Written by.
Anogus Cervitious Tristan VI
Cheetah and Cattails
Canadain Suppers
" A Lieu Des Putes"
written by; First Ledger
of 88 Keys
"Danker Dew Most"
sampled with permission
from Gurgler Music
flutes First
aarages the strangs
Golden sunsets fade to blue,
Stars appear, and night's anew.
The world is hushed, in quiet sleep,
Dreams unfold, in secrets deep.
Moonlight whispers, a gentle tone,
In the darkness, hearts are known.
She wears rainbows in her almond curls
and paints her eyelids with green swirls.
Her cheeks blush with innocent pearls
Soft as her favourite fruit- strawberries.
Mascara wand in her fingers casts spells on me
her gaze a flicker between play and mystery.
She tangles the bedsheets,
Spills glitter on pillows,
pouts for the mirror,
practices smiles and chuckles
All a rehearsal for the girl she will never be.
Because
Her cradle is still folded like a promise,
she borrows makeup from bags I never packed.
she wears outfits I never choose,
She twirls in mirrors I never hung.
She is my daughter in dreams.
and in dreams they grow like moonlight.
Moonlight sky-
Shimmering like pearls above high.
Below I stand,
Chasing the dreams that fly.
Stars may flicker-
Moon shines bright.
Soft winds rustle,
Past the lashes of my eye..
Whispering the tales,
That remain veiled.
The cosmos holds that embrace,
In which I find my solace..
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