Short Half Moon Poems
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Morning’s golden
Dawning
Kisses my wings
As I fly
To the sky
Looking for you
Instead, I found
Half moon
Aloft
The pale half-moon,
like a swag of sheerest organdy,
adorns the sky...
an ornamental drape
on an ethereal window.
THE IDES of MARCH 2019
Owls were Hooting with
Gobbling Turkeys &
Yipping Dogs joined
The Serenade
Under the
Half Moon.
Feel as incomplete
As the faintly lit half-moon.
Wishing upon stars;
I shall see you very soon.
Pray the moon hears my wish too.
Quarter moon strives,
grows half.
Half-moon yearns,
grows whole.
Full moon offers—
New moon envies:
half, whole, full.
Still night / tall trees dance
Half moon / mild wind blows
Loud day / gloom minds fray
Spring bloom / dense bough glows
June 6, 2023.
We follow the half-moon still drenched.
Our fused shadows--- eternity.
She breathes; inhaling our scent,
Embracing our glowed night…completely.
Sitting with the dog
A paper on my knee,
Sun,
Sky,
Land,
Wind.
The cold of Winter
They overcast.
That night a clear view
Of a just half Moon.
Half moon hovers over Mt. Rainer
as a not yet setting sun
begins to pull the shades
Ravens gather in their ready
daily journey winged too roost....
When Day Is Done
A half moon stealing through
From behind the edge of a cloud...
"Too soon"!
"Too soon"!
Cried the sun,
"My day is not done!"
Cynthia
I am here gazing at tonight's ever-glowing half-moon,
Knowing that I will see you again, my love, very soon.
As always I am secretly wishing we shall reunite soon.
Morning memoriams
Mid day malaise
High noon hypothesis
Sunshine solutions
Half moon hempherics
Evening epitaphs
Nightmare puratory
Dawn desires dead
M. m,.
Tonight, I gaze up
at the ashen sky,
at a pale half moon
that is
... starlit.
With my groggy head
on my clasped hands,
I stare at pale stars
that are
... moonlit.
melancholic sight
lonesome half-moon wears a frown ~
up in July sky
The Sky In July Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Date written: 07072022
A lattice of late summer
comes too soon.
Mere minutes mold us away--
cups half moon.
"Semper Fi" hangs on cold lips
far from home--
love lingers and always lasts
amid the leaves of roan.
Form:
the half moon, content
with itself...though incomplete
it grins, nonetheless
high up in the cold
starless, pitch-black firmament
yet blithely smiling
Date written and posted: 05/04/2019
~ the half moon gives me a heavenly smile - it could thaw a frozen heart ~
Heavenly Monoku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 01/26/2019
As the Swallows dive, catching bugs
Half- moon shining through Willow tugs
At my heart strings my love
Early in the morn heart takes flight
As Swallows grace sky~ wings of might
Their love romance speak of
Keep your eyes as red as Mars
Mouth orange as the setting Sun
Your body yellow as half moon
The mouth green as inmates
Let your passion be blue as sky
But wear indigo Magpie smiles
Without any violet character
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
In the light of today
The half-moon faintly stayed
In the sky to see
Like a treasure to be
Found still shining, in the blue
To be seen by me, now passed onto you
Heidi Sands
12/8/17
The Country Mart broods over caverns
of lemon ices, and a logging truck
grinds the grade, and the tall pines
point at a half-moon in the mid-
morning sky that nobody else seems
to notice, except me, and I’m
just waiting.
A half- moon is punched
into the sky washed with sea
tints this August morn'.
The wings of a young
snow- white egret are spread,
as he hovers, and dips
into the water-
fall. The deep robicund land
surrounds the river.
night
sighs deep
shuffles listless feet
yawns and stretches
scratches an invisible itch
fumbles with some change
drops another shiny quarter
in tonight’s slotted half-moon
nods with sleepy approval
and drifts back
to sleep
I sit on my porch, viewing the sky,
The lonely moon is there,
There amongst the clouds,
Distant sometimes a full moon, a half moon,
A quarter moon, a crescent moon,
The clouds drift by,
Nature's lonely parade.
copyright Gwen Schutz