Short Luna Poems
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nights gone by and still,
Luna laments her lost love...
tearful ocean born
**Written for Raul's Reflections contest :)
Baleful, cold and bright
Luna stares tonight, unblinking,
astonished by fecund Earth,
within its jealous gaze.
MS 1/18/14
In the evening as the sun sets
Darkness arises constantly,
Can’t see the way towards life
To reach it ; will you be my luna?
Burning a deep hole through unlit skies.
Leaving philosopher kings in complete astonishment.
Just another place to plant a flag never forgotten.
Form:
The moon shines down on a dune
Where a wolf has started to croon
For a female fights
To turn out the lights
Which are known to wrinkle a prune!
The moon is now bright
doesn't it cause such a fright?
I see glorious beauty
There is always light
In the darkest of places
When the full moon lights the way
she is star of the light show
in the ocean so deep full of delight
winking her luminous self into his water’s depths
he marvels at her willingness to shine
before the eyes
a crystal sphere
neon bright
new,
imaged in my glass
strange
a novelty to greet
each night,
even when unseen
the perfect rhyme
a poet's boon
The most romantic sight ever to be seen by man is the Moon made by His grace
Contest: Liquid Luna Lace
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Date Created: 03/05/2019
Black as night but bright as the moon,
Oh sweet angel, God took you too soon.
You brightened my day; you lit up my night,
And even in the heavens, you’ll be my guiding light.
Luna
A full moon
Under the sun
As old as day is young
Youthful eyes for enthusiasm
Golden beams blossom with inquiry
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
09/15/2022
Luna Maura arose unexpectedly, unbidden
In the midst of the lake of the waterfall
We recognized the power of this water faerie
Legend had predicted her for thousands of years
marvelous moonbeams
I stand in luna's spotlight
cloudless sky enchants
I talk to the trees
my moonlight soliloquy
just the moon and I
02/07/21
moth
Luna
light pea green
flies to the light
nightly visitor
enormously large wings
circling brilliant streetlight
especially active in May
found between midnight and two o’clock
spiritual luna moth
delicately free
leaving your body behind
nothing can confine you now
heading toward
everywhere
soulfully happy
unencumbered in every way
death a happy release
delight wafted in the forest
zipping in and out of shadows
faerie like and pretty
moon smiled with appreciation
enjoying the delicate light and lively moth
feeling honored she shared his name
This full moon light beckons me
Slips under my eyelids, howls in my ears
Stirs the wild in me awake
Sings to me to follow it to you
To forget my name
And leave behind the hollow hell of my life
Grandiose and golden,
Shyly peeking above the clouds
I regard you in awe
But you stare back so cold
I personify your beauty
Though you aren't made of flesh
For you are simply a stone
Which floats in the abyss
equinox sizzles
casting feverish moods red
mixing potion and cloud smoke
for bonfire delight,
shadows waxing Celine trance…
moon ‘s full alchemy
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Russel Sivey's Contest
attracted to light
landing on my porch
delighting faeries
not a damselfly
not a firefly
from the near woods
child of the night
a dainty wisp
just visiting
something lithe
something light
mystical
pea green
luna
moth
Lady Luna beckoned me
Come out and play
No need for worry
I shall light your way
Dance with nature
Feel of the Earth
A parade of passion
Joyfulness and mirth
The evening Lark
Shall sing a tune
Grab your partner
Dance like a Loon.
Words seep
Blood flows
Clots form
Minds bend
Souls snap
Cuts scar
Hope dies
The world
Revolves
Till you're dizzy dizzy
Dizzy
No time to breathe
Falling behind
No time to sleep
Staying blind
Howl at the moon
No one else listens
HER NAME WAS LUNA
They nearly met when younger,
She met him on the 12th of never,
They grew old apart, whatever,
Ships in the night of stars,
Ever fond thoughts from afar,
She met him on the 12th of never,
Luna kept him young forever.
it's the eighth
day that i've
been here
now the
ninth
day
of
the
month
and the
moon is full
though i'm in
my hotel room
i know
above
my roof
top there
is a lunar
pull that
lifts me
and
makes
the gecko
speak
Form:
Deep are the halls,
Darkest cold walls,
A secret kept locked,
Tellers of tales are mocked,
Beaming cold moonlight,
Wolfen beast takes flight,
Blood is now black,
No trail, or track,
Silent in rage,
The village now afraid.
© 2017 Raymond Rogers