Moon Star Poems | Examples
These Moon Star poems are examples of Star poems about Moon. These are the best examples of Star Moon poems written by international poets.
WISHING ON A STAR
It is so dark outside,
There is not much light,
Nothing is too bright,
When it’s night,
Except when I open the
Curtains to peep from inside.
I then see the moon,
And a cross kind of face,
I long to see it round,
But soon
It will look thin,
And the moon makes no sound.
And way up high,
In that dark sky,
I see sparkling stars,
That mummy says,
If there are people on mars,
They see them too,
I wish I could meet one or two,
People from mars I mean,
Not the stars.
And my dad has shown me
The Milky Way
How exciting to see
And know what is out
There in the dark,
It’s almost like walking
With mum and dad
In our nearby park.
So I have decided to
Ask mummy to keep my
Curtains open,
So, I can see the moon,
And when there is a boy,
Who sits on the moon,
Which looks like a spoon,
Fishing,
I will be wishing
Upon one of the bright stars,
That one day we will meet,
Oh golly gee,
Won’t that be a treat.
Young lovers watched from a roofless car
The full moon kissed the Northern Star
The evening begins the sky has darkened
A full moon is shining bright
With the bright stars glitters
COSMIC BLINKING
Moving,
Blinking the moon,
Bold shaped clouds
Drifting by:-
Likewise,
A flock of geese
Silhouette the sky;
Their flapping wings,
Waving goodbye:
My blinking eyes,
Release goodbye
Mirroring tears
Of keloid memories
Of you and me
As a shooting star
Departed the sky:-
Dusk fell like dust.
And in the hush of the night
Stars twinkle in splendid formation:
There an Orion, or a Little Bear
Or the famous Pleiades.
So many glitters that dot the vast sky,
In essence a melody superbly charged,
Like magic fingers on an enormous scale,
Delightful arpeggio eliciting occasional sounds
Into an allegro that has one great maestro:
The silver moon that directs all
Into a masterful sonata as its rays
Penetrate on lovers as they dream
Or make love in their various restful places.
Hush, I see many on their sailing boats
Their sail cloth glimmering in silver hues
Upon the vast calm waves of the ocean
With movements of contrasting moods,
A waltz that is so refined in splendid silver sonata.
Of beauty and dreams that fade on sunrise.
The spiritous sky rests in veils of light,
A mystery to show great courtesy.
In his heart, he's faithfully a Star's Knight,
Rooted in green, he lives life earnestly.
Behind the Elders, the moon casts backlight.
As rambunctious winds dance and go swirling,
This lone enchanter loves the fiery night,
Where ancient trees are eagerly curling.
He sees the Grove dressed in regality,
This solemn Knight with blue eyes mischievous,
Unbound from nature's own mortality,
Dancing in felicitous synthesis.
By dawn, no shadow dare interfere,
Lest, the night will reprise such Cavalier.
That summer night air forgot to
breathe, I forgot something too.
Not sure what, but I remember:
a star landed in the curved moon
—I saw it in the reflection
of my steaming apple tea
I remember wanting to
tell you, I witnessed a celestial love:
A lone star found her place
rested in the crescent’s embrace
I thought you’d love the story, a love
defying geography. I wondered
if you were seeing what I was, if
our gazes collided
above the thin cotton clouds. I giggled
thinking perhaps it’d count
as a date. I remember
I heard you, in the barely
flowing air, your voice a hushed ghost
I tried to keep you, so
I put light between my fingers
In the wispy gray, you sounded
a little more present, defying
our past and our future—
The stale smoke
smelt nothing like you, but I
remember how it loomed around me
that night, and we watched
In the reflection,
moon and star, until
ripples swallow them into dark auburn
“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.”
~Oscar Wilde
the sky smiles as it watches us
dance in the light of a silver moon
on the veranda of an infinite cosmos~
the only way to make a star
dance in the light of a silver moon,
to music of the spheres as it falls
into a symphony of our poem
on the veranda of an infinite cosmos
where time is the choreographer
of tangos and tragedies~
the only only way to make a star
is with each spark of love we fling
into night's lengthening shadow.
pleading petals play gently in the sun
whispering joy across the sticky skin
summertime blessings cannot be outdone
however, autumn is her next of kin
praying roses and melancholic buds
remembering our heart’s tender healing
hanging in timeless ache of fair redbuds
season’s bliss lifts shadows who’re concealing
promising the night stars, moon and fireflies
rousing such beauty the skies come to life
only God can breathe this splendor its whys
summer’s glory comes ‘round despite all strife
birdsong and melodies rich kindness flow
sunshine leaves its touch as an afterglow
Challenging house lights on our street,
that sheer brilliance of outer space.
Brash stars shimmering in the heat,
challenging house lights on our street.
Riding the Moon to the bedsheet,
wishes bounce on my pillowcase.
Challenging house lights on our street,
that sheer brilliance of outer space.
My dreams are to swim in stars above.
Just to gaze at starry sky :I love.
Wonderful blue sapphires to twinkle
like clusters of pretty periwinkles.
In charcoal night solemn solitude
stays in serene sublime placid mood.
Phases of Moon not that important
Tapestry of stars always to enchant.
From garden comes jasmine aroma.
Up above starry panorama
Pristine peace , I can feel as best bliss.
Flashed sweetest memory of first kiss.
Hazy silhouette spreads on Milky Way .
Cosmic glaze of distant stars to sway
with reminiscence of my amour ! Though
long lost : Only despondency to glow.
strawberry milk moon
dipped in dark chocolate sky
shooting star flies by
Bite Size Contest no114
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
__________________________
"Blinding ignorance does mislead us. O! Wretched mortals, open your eyes!"
Quote by Leonardo da Vinci.
____________________________________
tired eyelids peacefully rest,
resisting sleep, put to the test.
suggested dreams blur thinking.
strobe vision, eyes are blinking.
the moon and stars now invite.
closed eyes blinded by the light.
She sang from the depths of her soul,
Songs of hope and redemption.
A river flows gently through her chamber,
Searching for the gate to Zion.
She has journeyed many times out of the night,
Yet it still lingers behind her.
A rhythm of turbulence fills her soul.
The day opens its doors,
And she walks into its complexities.
"The stars beckoned her song to reach the crescent moon,"
And the elements carried her melodies into secret chambers.
Sometimes, in her slumber, she sees a distant glow,
Surrounding a place but gradually dims and dies.
Her song was heard by the night watchers;
It awakened the unseen.
Light came her way,
But will it end the trail of the night?
June 6, 2025.
As the stars twinkled gaily in the sky,
they could only laugh -
They watched the moon through all its phases,
crescent, quarter, gibbous, full, and half.
But as she cycled through her lunar changes,
grieving for all love untrue,
the stars sadly noticed that
the moon was always blue.
So, they charmed a gentle nightingale,
"Please sing your pretty tune",
and "the stars beckoned her song
to reach the crescent moon."