Poetry Blogs (full moon)
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Moon, silent ruler.
Everything is drawn to you.
Everything tells me
I belong to you.
This piece of a stone,
A small ball.
But gravity pulls you
And you pull me
With magnetic ribbons.
Tonight my body is yours,
Of shadows and light.
©️ By Magical whispers
Tuesday 10th March 2020 9:02 am
I step out into the darkness
with the sky lit above me
The orb has reached its full potential
and I am reminded of the beauty around me
The twinkling above is the same as it’s always been
but much brighter than I’ve allowed myself to see
Somewhere out there under the same sky
you’ve been thinking of me
and I can finally breathe again
Sunday 9th February 2020 6:20 pm
A bit of witchiness for today's full moon in Aquarius
Your time has come
Your star has risen
All past mistakes
Have now been forgiven
Inspiration and luck
Will surely follow
There's brand new hope
For a brighter tomorrow
You have persevered
The prize is your power
You were once a seed
Now you're a flower
Be ready & alert
In time with the season
Thursday 15th August 2019 2:06 pm
It's 2019 17th of June
tonight we shall welcome this strawberry moon
As we worship your brightness and magical
we manifest beauty and our purest of dreams
heal were needs healing and deep cleanse my
As you do I aknowledge my soul you are freeing
keep me strong in my darkest hour
from highest love frequencies fill me with power
miracles you grant me
blessings and light
Monday 17th June 2019 7:38 pm
Warm blue glow,
peaceful glimmer on the sea,
seems so calm, this world,
and feels one with gleam.
It's been here millions of years,
today is round, the full Moon,
it's soft and cold blue glare
is balm for souls,
for curing wounds...
audio file - piano composition 'Full Moon' by Irina Sunrise
Saturday 19th October 2013 11:14 am
Sunday 23rd June 2013 2:09 pm
I am a coiled spring
in the celestial timepiece,
of the earth, the sun, the moon.
I am a servant of your rotation.
In a silent sky, black as onyx,
I sleep in peace,
but as the clock strikes full moon,
I ache with the restlessness
of a tortured man.
Sunday 3rd March 2013 6:15 pm