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.
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Lost
The sun sinks low, the shadows grow,
No moon is out up high,
A chilling breeze begins to blow,
With stars up in the sky;
I wearily wade my way in vain
Across serpentine lanes of a forest,
Speckled with thick thorns and thickets,
But each time tumble at the same spot;
My heart is sore with seams of strains,
I feel lost in the night,
My feet are tinging with deep pains,
No pathway greets my sight.
Most of the trees seem to sneer at me,
Some to snarl like wild woeful winds
Treating the spot as their enclave,
A guarded setting of their own;
A voice soon whispers in my ears,
A voice from inner self:
“Move straight without a grain of fear,
And steer ahead yourself.”
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A Hard’s Days Night : 3rd Placing
A hard day’s night, boss outta sight
blankets warm, everything’s all right
let’s snuggle, cuddle, no more storm
lovely voice on high, good in form
peace reigns on Earth, after mad work
baby is chuckling, gone is stork
sing to stars and beckoning moon
guitar in right tune, dance like coons
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
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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
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The Voice that spoke into being
Before the world began
Everything we see around us
He spoke them into being
The stars, the moon, the sun that shines
Birds and beasts of every kind
Created at the sound of His Voice.
The Voice that said one day
“Let us make man”
In Our image, in Our own likeness
The Voice that angels fear and love to hear
The very Voice that calmed the storm
And healed the sick, the blind, the lame
Was silent before an angry crowd.
Yes! He was silent for our sake
The spotless Lamb
Scarified, crucified
By the cruelty of man.
Creator of this universe
His silence broke the chains, the curse
As powerful as His Voice that spoke
Was His silence, that shook all hell and earth.
He was wounded for our transgressions
He was bruised for our iniquities
He was willing to be silent
To buy our salvation and healing!
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
Your music never fails to make
the stars go dancing in the dark.
The moon observes them wide awake,
and floods of light stream down the park.
The stars go dancing in the dark
and paint the sky in silver dyes
to sparkle and to mesmerize.
The moon observes them wide awake.
Then lightens up as if amused
to see celestials diffused.
And floods of light stream down the park.
It's time for my heart to rejoice;
it is the music of your voice.
I was going on a blind date, hoping it would be fate. I heard him before I saw him,I wasn’t sure what it was he said but it meant a lot to me.
Just to hear his voice made him seem so hot to me. Dark manly voice and well spoken, surely my heart would not end up broken?
He was suddenly right in front of the restarant table, surely he would be able to give me something ore than just his voice to go on pretty soon. Maby we would end up in a distant future in our honey moon. He startet to speak again and then I did not recognice his voice!
It must have been some other person in the resturant that made me fell in love with only ther voice? Well, the date went grate, must have beenfate. We soon married and had a child.
My husband had a friend come over one day we were going out to eat. That's when I felt defeat, I suddenly heard that voice again!
It was my husands best friend who came to babysit for us. Ohhh, the irony that he still gave me shaking in my knees and butterflies in my belly. Oh god, I wish I had not turned aroud to see that his best friend was just a dark voiced woman! That was the weirdest thing ever, I asure I did not feel rather clever...
This song playing
reminds me of your sweet voice
You sang so well...
Appearing suddenly and with haste,
Holding nothing but a dagger,
She cut open my throat.
Like a jilted mistress, naked under the moon,
She carved runes under my tongue,
Tore my mouth apart
And bled things previously unheard.
Breath came,
In the form of a warrior woman with battle scars,
Skin ragged and withered
Feet firm upon the ground.
Encased in mud,
The iron on her skin whiffed foul and sweet,
Like truth.
She hummed.
Loudly,
She clicked her tongue at me
And in her vision,
Poured breath into my mouth.
I drank it in and shared it out.
It was much too soon upon your chest
So you heaved and moved away,
Filled only with the sound of death.
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.
A mountain is hidden in the heart of sadness
Under the rain, the tears have been sung
Look in the dark mirror of my heart
The tired voice of hope is silenced there
hand to mouth
Places are like chess pieces.
But life is complicated, always a storm,
Sometimes spring days, sometimes autumn.
From the pain of crying, the sky is starving
In the book of love, all pages are anonymous
An endless dream, jumped in my mind
The flowers of the night are sleeping in the arms of the dew
In the heart of the dark night, a moon shines in my mind
In the old ways, autumn memories are suffocated
I repeat myself, each time a little different, the same each time
In the silent desert of my heart, there is a star
I pick the flowers of words in the garden of silence
I find the missing bits, with the fantasy of flight
Like fireflies, glistening in the twilight
Filling hearts with the sweetest calm,
Coloring thoughts in peacefulness, so I write
Words reflecting the grace, its tender balm
Breathing joy through the soul’s darkest night
Like starlight, hastening to stir the heart, elation’s fire
Blazing auburn in the heat resembling summer’s skies
Whispering to the spirit, rhythms who inspire
Erasing all the past with a soothing kindness to chastise
Glowing like the moon whose dream will not expire
Like sunrise, beckoning silently from the still, cool dawn
Amazing the summer with affection so beautiful and wise
Music to the moments who remember loves to dwell on
Poetry in promises made by the July’s laughing beams advise
Promising mountains to birth the light to which they’re drawn
Like the striking grace poured out on those who hear God’s tears
In the rain, the dew, the way that storms brew in the East
Relieving the spirit of its burdens, its past, its timeless war with fears
Who linger inside when the joy, the laughter, the light has released
The heart from its yearning, its burning belief – calling through the years
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