Homeless Moon | Sadia Mehmood Qurashi
O homeless moon!
I love the way you shine!
I’ll catch thee soon
And make you mine!
O homeless moon!
You aren’t alone!
I’ll be with you
Till the dawn!
moon poems
Kissing Clouds Used to Be Cool | J. D. Nelson
this is the continuation of the earth
this room here is the starlit nightery
ripe for the moon
earth is bursting with eggs
one rice for the oil derry oil
to program better peas
earth is a long way from earth
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The Moonlit Evening Sky | Krushna Chandra Mishra
In my childhood every evening when
The moon came someone on his shoulders
Made me sit to beckon to the moon to come
To sit with us in our mud house on the flat
Earthen floor lighted in a very dim way
By our kerosene lamps and eat the cake
My mother with love would make for me
With rice powder and coconut paste.
The moon in its own smiling mood would
Play hide and seek with me with clouds
Covering it and now and then freeing it
For me to end my cries and tears and
Kicking in anger the shoulders that
Relentlessly supported me for the time
My mother prepared food when others
Were busy summing up the accounts
Of the daily family chores before dinner.
She Loves | Adnan Shafi
She loves to kiss me
Where a twosome grew
hookup long as star-crossed lovers,
And an azoic knot tenacious fands love spare
She loves to hug me
Where they lapidated MUJNU, obscured his memories, standing upright by savagely rousing people in some remote corners hackneyed
She loves to talk to me
Like the moon whispering in the night,
Where talks unheard are heard to sweep away all ghastly throes inflicted on.
She loves to fortake me
Where pest flows every day from the heart beating sick with obloquy
Where there is nothing but the trifling of pettiness.
Your Light | Lynn Long
You…
Are a star shining bright
I am earth, forever bound
to gaze upon your light
And I have seen your soul
In all my dreams
Pure as the snow
on moonlit beams
And I have loved you…
All of time
Knowing always,
you were never mine…
For I am the wind,
the rain and ocean tides
And you- you are the
golden dawn of sunrise
Still, I whisper
your name into the night
and make a wish for you,
my star, my light
The Moon | Pushmaotee Subrun
Moon scintillating,
Stars twinkling, nature serene,
Poets awestruck, gazing
Night’s Wedding | Regina Elliott
The sun burned in envy,
when the night wed the moon,
adorned in stars,
with the Milky Way her bridal gown,
a hush enveloped her midnight-blue skies,
she sighed with the swallows’ twilight flight
as she reclined over the earth,
the setting sun still mourned lost love.
Her darkness is not to be feared,
but is a comforter,
The music of her silence
lulls the lonely and the grieving to sleep,
the cat’s eyes glow in the moonlight as he creeps,
nightfall singers blend with the angels’ rhapsodic trumpets.
After | Ciarán Parkes
In the weeks after your death,
your face, the sound of your voice
disappeared from my memory,
then came back, projected onto people
in the street, turning up everywhere, as if
you had swung into a darkness where
not even thoughts could reach, and then
echoed back, amplified. The dark side
of the moon perhaps, I remember you telling me
how the moon dragged all living things towards it
and we had to fight against its pull. Too late
now to balance out the pull
it had on you, for you to give your side
of this conversation, bring me down to earth,
tell me strange facts I hadn’t heard before.
Gone, like your pain and all the things
we could have done together, your smile,
your restless intelligence, your touch.
I could have phoned you once, or wrote, but now
can’t reach to you, can’t lose you from my sight.
Sea of Crisis | Kenneth Vincent Walker
So, meet me at the
Bridge on the edge
Of the Sea of Crisis.
The lunar landscape
Is besieged amidst
Her tranquil darkness.
Luminescence within
A radiance so perfectly
In pristine alignment.
The moon moves the
Tides within our hides
To an altered state of
Our own confinement.
