New Moon Poems - Poems about New Moon

Tonight a new moon appears in the sky barely visible to the naked eye Yet in fourteen nights it will wax complete pools of reflected...

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The moon unquestioned has no answers Between light’s reflection the coming dawn One promise chosen to fill the darkness One promise chosen to calm the storm As planets rally the moon abandoned The time for reason has come and gone They spin their orbits and claim reentry New eyes upon them new axis spawned Rotating freely in pinball madness Colliding passions of night’s retreat A new moon laughing the death of order A new moon waiting —...

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In the Stillness of the New Moon By Michelle Morris 29/01/2025 In the Stillness of the New Moon We usher in New Opportunities To find Blessings in every Moment Love and Light and Peace A chance for New Beginnings Intentions set for our Path To share our Gifts with the World To know our Souls are Magical...

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the new moon is out zero illumination but you can feel it...

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This lunar ring's dark mood — A colorless chain hung that Vibes in the cornfield croon She's an invisible gait — A new moon's misses blowing In her twilit ways Sowing Forgoing Growing This lunar ring's dark mood — A new moon's misses blowing Growing...

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The day you allow me to see your eyes I'll know The day I see the real you smile bright I'll know The day you show up to be seen I will be the one who sees The night covered in moonlight Is as important as the day Naked, baring it all with attitude The day you expose your yin My yang will respond...

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This sunset's rays are reaching through the green trees in the neighborhood, Eventually it will be night and I'll see stars soon. Moonless, sparkling sky right above my mother's townhouse roof....

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People came and went all night, welcomed by the warm evening, the 12-piece jazz band, rich restaurant aromas and the boundless night sky. I hear their enthusiasm as they’re escorted to their tables. These Geneva people seem more Germanic and reserved than the French, although they’ve stolen our language. Maybe they license French or subscribe...

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Maybe it's the memories Of the places far from here Or the soft, distant whispers From the ones no longer near That wakes you up at midnight Many miles from yesteryear The moon will change color As the season passes through Some will see it as half-way Others see it as brand new But overall the picture In the end is left to you Sometime before the...

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You who have become the moon of the new moon, Lost in realms unknown, You’re not found through searching, These eyes no longer see. Should I now call upon you, Compose verses to celebrate, How deep is this love, I must narrate. Come, for there’s no more waiting, Come, for he’s seriously ailing, Come, for he’s waiting only for you, Come, for the city is...

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A new moon ?? is symbolic of new beginnings and new energy. Be inspired by your potential and your divinity. Blessings and best wishes. ??????? A new moon By Michelle Morris 11/01/2024 A new moon A new place A new time A new space A new you A new light A new star A new night A new life A new choice A new path A new voice A...

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River blue t-shirts side by side, three pairs of shoulders. Wish on an eyelash for wide smiles, and shades of black-brown eyes, gleaming. Favourite, yellow flower twelve of them tied with floral tape on the new moon, monday, bright blue sky Timeless, Polaroid picture....

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Wandering out of place long since this morn. Wishing on the moon to just be reborn. A beginning anew healing past scorn. Then came the dawning day ... pushing the clouds away, And the stars at their play ... to meet the sunny ray. About midday with the heavens above Was so much more than I ever dreamed...

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as sun and moon perfectly align, the moon vanishes from the sky. the sun's yang energy infuses with the ying. monk lost in stillness ...

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apple cores bifurcated maggoty realms spilled over long stems bled a sluggish green insemination toward evening small apes gathered to scream at the new moon there were bones to be split, marrow to be scraped out with stone spearheads it was not the beginning nor even the end of the beginning swamp waters still bubbled up a choking miasma of stale fertility yet some hunted a muddy earth knuckles walking a few agile brains grew more alert to upright visions...

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