As I gaze upon the majestic moon,
She walks abreast in her silver shoon.
To and fro I stroll and see,
A sublime glimmer on the teak wood tree.
As the tranquil woods were calling me,
I sprinted ahead, in a sense of glee.
Hither and thither I wandered about,
Until a figure was spotted, ghastly and stout.
Slowly and softly, forward I crouched,
Just a little bit of jostle, among the bushes of ouch.
In a trice, to my surprise,
I see a lambent glow amidst my eyes.
Oh! What a beautiful sight,
To see the woods ignite with light.
Still this memory, lies deep in my hearts core,
Of a firefly forest by the lakeshore.
Categories:
shoon, 9th grade,
Form: Rhyme
The watch was
at 6:00 AM to
12 at noon..,
I used to be a
ponytailed girl
and in pinching shoon.,
Unfounded copied
Archimedes principle
And schrodinger equation..,
Hackneyed to home
dipped in
infuriation.
The time from
9:00 PM to midnight fire..,
the nighty miss
changed into
blonde blushy rhymer.,
Topsy turvy me
hearted out all..,
Pink Orchids,
Blue Morphos
and
Blooming Me,
with a doll.
Categories:
shoon, beautiful, celebration, childhood, cinderella,
Form: Lyric
Along ta derry ga de hance
‘til dawn we sit, amid, astance.
And once the full moon rises on’t
Da mid awhorl doth all we want.
But soon ta blacken brot a gri,
wit stil da crackon akabree--
And once t’gin ta ram da moot
Dow noland farce th’ wil ka soot!
A packa shoon curl tabard sheath
And when we drather forka beeth,
Is wan ‘taback the cabbarth shoe
Around about will strike the moon.
The will soon eddy wine dak crown,
To ramble on the turtle drown.
We pounce upon the blackened brot
‘twas crackon gole th’ trei be shot!
Categories:
shoon, appreciation, mystery, nonsense, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Slowly, silently now the moon
Shines in her silvery shoon
Ever since the creation of the world
The colour of the moon is always gold
An essential planet at the service of humanity
It continues to rotate for more than a century
Frequently the moon changes shape
From the crescent to the semi - lunar frame
Gradually it matures into full moon
Going around the earth singing her tune
Whether young or old everyone loves the moon
For it is considered as a sign of boon
Together with the stars embellishing the sky
Through its illumination the bat will fly
With the help of divine light
It brings forth the traveler's delight
A common belief is that it influences the lunatic
Of which many are still sceptic
It's birth is based on a monthly apparition
Deciding the exact dates of festivals and celebrations
With its waxing and waning movement
High and low tides are under its command
Viewing the moon at night
Is indeed a splendid sight
Categories:
shoon, beautiful, inspiration, nature, planet,
Form: Rhyme
Swooning in chorus to your rhapsodic tune
Your soothing Sonata crests to the billowy moon
Your animalistic rhythms o'er every truant part croon
Blithe melody softly careening over every pallid dune
Bass drum taps lightly; milk flows from hardened paps so roon
Exploring in cadence each curvilinear line artfully hewn
Riding each stanza in your seething, swaying balloon
Coursing over each ripple in your silver shoon
Each crevice, crater my hands carefully prune
Sifting out silty pebbles with a sculptor's spoon
Dipping harmoniously into your deep ocean; gleeful loon
Ruddy ballast anchoring ship in your salty lagoon
Categories:
shoon, love, romance
Form: Rhyme
Steely, stealthy moon
Sculpted milky dune
Sparkling silver spoon
Sitting in its cosmic shoon
Free-floating gaseous balloon
Diviner of the celestial room
Crevasse holds fabled man in spittoon
Residual sunlight doth carefully prune
To sailors on the high seas a boon
Beacon for nocturnal creatures to croon
Harbinger to vixen, villain, buffoon
Cover for miscreant, spinster and poltroon
Categories:
shoon, nature
Form: Rhyme
Marlowe’s ‘The Passionate Shepherd to his Love’
‘ Come live with me and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove,’
see about this poem...
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The Maiden’s Answer
I’ll come with thee and pledge my life
if ye will take me for thy wife
for I, a maid, must have me wed
ere any man come to my bed
My gown will be of watered silk
rich pearly white like new drawn milk
Soft satin slippers for my shoon
with tiny buttons all aroun’
A silver belt will gird my waist
bedecked with rosebuds, white and chaste
and o’er my head, a cap of lace
with bridal veil to shield my face
And ye must build a fragrant bower
amid the thyme and gillyflower
Lay springy heather for my bed
and soft green rushes at my head.
Then I will come to thee and lie
beneath the shield of parchment sky
Upon the day ye marry me
I’ll be thy love and live with thee
Shoon--shoes
Categories:
shoon, parodyme, me,
Form: Quatrain