Moon Voice Poems | Examples
These Moon Voice poems are examples of Voice poems about Moon. These are the best examples of Voice Moon poems written by international poets.
I remember the look in your eye
your voice your smile your touch your kiss
I remember like it was yesterday
and suddenly how you had to go your way
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
it’s a women’s circle
a uniting of female energy
a gathering to band as one
to have our voices heard
over the discordance
through peaceful means
aiming to channel the universe’s might
to soothe and heal the damage done
and nurture our planet if it’s not too late
AP: 3rd place 2025
Still as the moonless night, settling on the hills
reflecting dawn’s gentle light, softly flowing
rustling sighs, music bursting forth, happy thrills
beneath rushing winds, gentling dreams, mind-blowing
breath of autumn paints the skies in healing hues
perfect leaves falling from trees who’ve stopped growing
whilst summer whispers to the moon, purple muse
soft prayers portray the twilight’s famous stay
though the blessings of nature may sometimes bruise
laughing rivers wash away morsels of clay
reminding souls to listen to hope’s warm voice
these mountains are so loyal, they’ll not betray
grace has silenced all our fears, given a choice
when all is said and done, we need to rejoice
a towel released cross
a sheepish floor
lizards grin at
what they adore
time stands still
feet replace hands
only the robots
shall understand
of nameless deaths
blind men sing
harmonizing
on apron strings
do racecars whir
around the track
as icecaps melt
like pancakes stacked
poetry's mad
it’s plainly seen
watching huskies howl
~ the moon doth preen
Softly sighing, cerulean skies melt over a trail of endings.
Lost in last night’s laughing leaves, silent reflections, memories trembling.
Echoing along shadows, laughing quietly as past photographs.
Rich burgundy and auburn, pierce the silence with their tender sadness.
Special lights blaze into melancholic history of September.
Burning the worn luster from stardust, aching peace surrounds each dark tree.
Illuminating the sound of hope, autumn grows a still harvest moon.
Enchanting the sunset skies, glorious sparks of sweet grace fall bravely.
Wonders from autumn’s naked oaks believe the wind’s kiss will still abide.
Serenity lifts the darkness, erasing shadows of doubt from dusk.
Hey diddle diddle
I'm the cat with the fiddle
Keeping my fiddle near
What would you like to hear
Any tune to catch your ear
Follow my sound
Lead yourself out of the lost and found
Dance to my tune
It made the cow jump over the moon
While it was the druggie that stole the spoon
The sound of my bow
Keeps the world in tow
Piper of the strings
People it brings
Following my sound
souls it will bound
Dont be a sheep
Following in your sleep
following the pretty
sound
Don't know where your bound
Believing all you see
Your mind you gave for free
Don't be a fool
Blindly following some rule
The fddle is just the tool
i listen for the sound of you
as the sun parades across the sky
i listen for the sound of you
when the moon outshines the stars
i reach out there in the beyond
and crave to hear the velvet of your voice
it calms the chaos of my mind
and soothes me to the core
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE RIGHT TIME~ 2023
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
The moon likes to hide
to arouse the yearning for life
Longing of Longing
Life in urge
Aby M.
old familiar songs
on wings of time
tug at my heart strings
transporting me through
perilous dimensions
where moonlight lingers
and your voice
carries the weight
of the world
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~CITYLIGHTS~ 2021
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 19, 2022 for contest A STRAND (1055) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
One of the keys to happiness is mental quietness
The splendor of a full moon hung in the darkness
Orchards of lovely colors and textures, readiness.
Delightful rapt echoes of a vivacious life sweetness
Juin 1st, 2021
(Lines from my free verse poem, ‘Peacefulness’)
Liberum Divisa 6 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory Richard Barden
a waned moon sliced a horizon~~a baby wakes~~and started cooing
waking a cote of doves~~jointly they answered the call~~in harmony
Original Date: 2019 December 28
Revised Date: 2019 December 29
ku duet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Howmanysyllables;
2 lines x 17 syllables per = 34 syllables total
~ A Robin's Sweet Voice ~
I woke just before dawning
and looked to the East
A gray sky was forming
sunrise had ceased
Nor twinkle of starlight
nor moon did I spot
The day would dawn cloudy
dark with worry 'twas fraught
Just then on the trellis
a robin's sweet voice did I hear
Piercing the dark clouds
with proclamations of cheer
So I zipped up my jacket
and picked up my pace
My heart bursting with gladness
~ a smile 'cross my face
October 03, 2019
Writing Challenge, October, 2019 -Bird-
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
HARSH VOICE
I sing the song eternal
A crackling, cackling broomstick sweep
Why?
Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!
A squirt of the old oil can
Clears up the voice for Tin Man
No Yellow Brick Road this life
No wizard in some enchanted castle
And I ask again, why?
This world no Disney tune
Or intoxicated lovers humping ‘neath the moon
I ask the question eternal, why?
Life sucks,
Then you die
I roar, cough at these clichés
As the voice grows weaker
Oh, to laugh in its face
The atheist finally calls on Jesus
No disgrace
Dave Austin
HARSH VOICE
I sing the song eternal
A crackling, cackling broomstick sweep
Why?
Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!
A squirt of the old oil can
Clears up the voice for Tin Man
No Yellow Brick Road this life
No wizard in some enchanted castle
And I ask again, why?
This world no Disney tune
Or intoxicated lovers humping ‘neath the moon
I ask the question eternal, why?
Life sucks,
Then you die
I roar, cough at these clichés
As the voice grows weaker
Oh, to laugh in its face
The atheist finally calls on Jesus
No disgrace
Dave Austin
Whether Jesus comes to hear you pray,
or the Moon and the Stars show the way.
Whether Buddha sits smiling over all,
or Allah listens from minarets tall.
Perhaps, Hindu God’s guard your dark nights.
or Jehovah sees your menorah's lights.
The Sky Father may brighten your day,
Earth Mother’s eyes may watch as you play.
No matter the season or the choice,
know, All Goodness speaks with God’s Voice