Moon Poems | Examples of Moon Poetry

The dark is not scary You are just as bright as the sun But in darkness you illuminate The tallest of trees Whisper sweet dreams Lull the people in their beds to sleep And hold all the secrets...Read the rest...

The moon is a lonely man's chalice to drink from drunken paradise in such darkness we cling unto the light where the warmth of a thousand candles flickers inside there it dances with the shadows...Read the rest...

It comes out of its chamber, Summoned by the evening, It stands on its podium, A lamp for the night, It tells us it’s time to retreat, Rest for a while in the twilight blues, Let go of the burdens of...Read the rest...

Do you see the same moon I see? Do we worship the same god? You probably live in an entirely different country: I'll reckon we'll never meet. I bet we have so little in common; but I guess We could...Read the rest...

It truly matters not where I roam and ramble; in the cities and towns where I widely travel: the moon is always with me. Anchor of the sky? A spherule relocating? Seemingly shifting, but nevertheless constant, its presence always soothing....Read the rest...

The moon glowed with a silvery incandescence, allowing me to appreciate your beauty's essence. You're telling me a story about your friend, I act like I'm listening for I have to pretend. In reality, I'm mesmerized by...Read the rest...

Full Moon...Read the rest...

Sometimes I pretend I’m Death's groom I find my father’s sperm still inside I find it nestled in my mother’s egg I find the original template I find dead things like DNA replicating Sometimes I feel dead inside I become fallen...Read the rest...

Why in his presence, did her soft heart, always like sweet cotton candy melt? Orchestral songs engendered the tenderest feelings, to her heart, so aquamarine velvet. Such starlit, subtle, shameless, suggestive glances! An antennae in every way...Read the rest...

Written: June 4th 2024, For Joseph May Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Silver beckoning moon...Read the rest...

Disillusioned She remembers her childhood. The thrill and new penny feeling of being...Read the rest...

After work, I look for a place to mediate; and that place is a walking distance: there we met, and started dreaming, we were naive kids full of nonsense, we blushed saying words without meaning... those sweet whispers made our...Read the rest...

A cabin sees a creature cool from night of crawl and hunt in all of gravely stone and street in tone of light diffused by wane of moon a toothless gum with tutting tongue clicks her...Read the rest...

Stitch up my soul, with threads of the moon, so as night falls, as it’s sure to, soon, I can be a luminary, roaming, in her runes. ...Read the rest...

...Read the rest...