Moon November Poems | Examples
These Moon November poems are examples of November poems about Moon. These are the best examples of November Moon poems written by international poets.
my elegy-
my muse covered in death
my wistful cry for help
innocence in her eyes
her last words and hug with a embracing smile
promises made and promises fade
8th of november, when moon turned red
the curse would lift but my roses turned black
the great eclipse returned and claimed another laugh
death of me inside
my lover absquatulated me by that time
lost two souls
on and by-
november 8 and another goodbye
two different years but same eclipse
cursed my sky, stole its shine
November moon,
dangling pearl
trailing the face of dusk
like a brooding tear.
Morpheus leads our way
through luminous sleep,
through stained glass shards of
our multiverse.
November moon,
you languish unrealized,
in somber slumber fog.
Our mortal arousal,
our wounds are reopened.
Morpheus leads our way,
through lustrous ruminations,
through spiraling remnants of
our Megaverse.
November moon
We hardly notice you
in our narcoleptic cloud,
our emergent consciousness,
our collective imagination.
Morpheus leads our way
through refulgent recall,
through steep sleep stages,
where we are unified
as one.
coppery polish
ravenous iron jaws yawn ~
beaver befuddled
(November Full Moon – Algonquin)
November morning
who needs their socks mended
Remember inside my shop
the ruinous rain pouring in
we blessed the cement we bought
The moon swallows us all
each new day is like the old
Im wearing out my rod
November morning you bring me down
I’m thankful for the love I know.
Through grief, it continues to grow.
Love so full it endures the pain.
It feels more dazzling in the rain!
I’m thankful for the grace He gives.
Since He is within, my soul lives.
I haven’t one reason to complain.
It feels more dazzling in the rain!
I’m thankful for my dear loved ones.
They’re loved so fully, tons and tons!
Love them more than I can explain.
It feels more dazzling in the rain!
I’m thankful for the sun and moon.
And all the stars that God has strewn.
Gentle faith my soul can’t contain.
It feels more dazzling in the rain!
I’m thankful for the joy inside.
This love I feel can’t be denied.
It comes back, again and again.
It feels more dazzling in the rain!
I’m more thankful than I can say.
This Thanksgiving, my heart will pray…
For His love to make us all humane.
It feels more dazzling in the rain!
Faith, hope and love come to each life,
But that doesn’t mean we’ll know no strife.
Grateful that His light will remain!
It feels more dazzling in the rain!
Remember me, beloved
When the leaves turn red and brown
Remember how we danced in them
As they came falling down
Remember me, my dear one
When the sun sets far too soon
Remember what we talked about
Beneath the harvest moon
Remember me, my darling
When the autumn rains begin
Remember how we huddled close
To find the warmth within
Remember me, beloved
When the last leaf hits the ground
Remember how we danced in them
As they came falling down.
Wick lit candles provided lead the path to the cemetery
Event that honor loved ones who have passed and are buried
La Catrina walks side by side with kindred spirits marching in sync
Crowns of chrysanthemum flowers of the month are pretty in pink
Offerings of sweet bread and mezcal, for the afterlife, plenty for all
Mexican Dia De Los Muertos, a family’s time for reflection
Eyeliner and charcoal shadow, skull-faced paint is our tradition
Nudging is “Fall-back” one hour—daylight savings time engages
Our Thanksgiving blessings for our annual harvest of ages
Veteran’s Day celebrated, bereaved ones in tears
Election Day on the first Tuesday of every four years
Mascarade balls, ballets, operas, and all that jazz
Birthstone rings sparkle with yellowish-orange topaz
Eleventh month, the Full Beaver Moon appears in Gemini
Rapturous is the moon in November’s blissful sky
The days are getting shorter
And soon the night will gain
An hour on the border
Of its Stygian domain
I watch the crescent moon adorn
The stars in tremulous white
While westward sink her dusky horns
On this bleak November night
The days are getting colder
And soon the frost will come
And I am getting older
And I am growing numb
I watch the stars behind a cloud
Slip shyly out of sight
I shiver, envious of their shroud
On this bleak November night.
Happy we drifted to November
with died down buddleia
and an abeyance of rose hips
the tree bark is clear
We held the half Moon at Battersea
and went out in the cold
along the maze of streets
everything mattered
a single owl screech
breaks the silent
November night-
the Hunters moon
waxes blue
NOTE:A tanka in English is essentially a 3 line hiku(SHOW)with a couplet amplification (TELL)
November falls
In languid swirls
Of lacy sorrowful leaves
Waning circles
Of shortened light
How bold the cold becomes
Clearing the weighty clouds
From the pristine ebony ice
Of the heavens
Their astral beauty
Reflecting your eyes
As your hand follows
The celestial lanes of comets
All while the topaz earth
Covers our feet
With the comfort of gravity
Yet I will always
Hold you higher
As high as the
Searchlight of your heart
As high as
Numberless destiny
As high as the
Spirals of the sky
Guiding us north
Even if we
Fall short of the moon
We still have
The infinity
Of stars
11/26/22
Poem of the Day - 11/28/22
First Place, Brian Strand Premiere Contest #53
Oh, you cold and lonely mistress
kissing softly leafless trees
toying with your distant lover
as his shadow slowly flees
bats need not your feeble light
as they hunt by sound not sight
while lovers lift their view to you
embracing fully what you do
so cast the aura of your glow
through the trees across the snow
for it’s your softly tempered tone
leads hand-held lovers back to home
John G. Lawless
©11/8/2022
Varanasi town’s radiance glows vibrant tonight
‘Neath the moonbeams soft autumn flow
It’s the full moon festival of the god’s sacred light:
Dev Deepawali; joyous spirits will glow
The Hindu month of Kartika is finally here
With lotus lakes sparkling bright
Women in stunning bright saris appear
With marigolds and songs of delight
Clay dija lamps will shine this night
In every corner of every room
To remind us of the god’s gift of light
And good and knowledge over evil and gloom
full moon is shining
hiding behind black branches
mystery unfolds
Heidi Sands
11/7/22