Poetry Blogs (moon)
Super Snow Moon tell us
the secrets you keep
when you orbit earth
as we sleep.
Tell us it is
an optical illusion
adding to our mass confusion.
Tell us of war and peace,
famine and feast.
Tell us please...
How are we so different
when it's the same moon we see?
Oh Supermoon, how we hunger for
your guiding light from above
to fill us with w...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 4:39 am
Let me move to a new place,
Where none knows my name,
And I know they will start judging,
As Everyone is just the same.
But till then ,
Let me find a new love,
New memories to let go my pain,
You can take my hand,
And please ask me to dance in the rain.
I know our love would break,
Just like all other affairs I had,
Some would say I had no brains,
And I am the reason you are sad,
Sunday 27th January 2019 10:52 am
In the pale moonglow when I awoke
somehow shadows seemed the darker
as mantling the land, that soft white cloak
of crystal shine leaves them starker
What cold mystic spell holds fast my hand
what eerie charm doth my fate seal
in darkling night whence daylight is banned
with what ice maid have I to kneel
As my eyes take in my ghost white bride
one last iced tear...
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 2:09 pm
He is the blue earth
But with oceans too deep to explore
I am his sun
But he needs the warmth of my core to survive
- To thrive
I chase him right round infinitely
For he will only let my light shine
Half of the time
Friday 11th January 2019 12:15 am
a pink moon
low over the sheds
in a cold clear sky -
ice blue, yet light
a leaf fall
the pond water stills
but does not freeze
that same moon
lights my bedroom
in the cold night air -
velvet black, the sky
an owl flash
my blood chills
but does not freeze
Thursday 22nd November 2018 10:49 am
Getting acquainted with the moon
we exchange so many glances
and on my back
a thousand heart-attacks roll past
My fingers beside, cross and uncross
as you sleep, so black
back in the real world
paid up entirely
on your subscription
to actual reality
O would you bring me a souvenir
from the envious depths of endless peace
perhaps a child or a patient nurse
or some cont...
Tuesday 20th November 2018 6:29 pm
I see you flutter by, Moon.
Your wax'ned wanings fill the sky, Moon.
I, you and I, moon. You and I.
I, not you will fall behind, Moon.
With no trumpet cry, no orisons, Moon.
No. No words can make Moon cry. You and I
Will dip into solitude,
We'll find the words our mothers used
For love and die. Oh, Moon.
The bringing smiles of love, Moon.
And the ‘wait awhiles' of lo...
Sunday 28th October 2018 10:44 pm
Last night the moon
orange sickle bright
seemed too large, low
hung over hedges
by passing trees
closer light yet
always the lit
its umbral orb
to me -
I was driving
in the moondark
Thursday 13th September 2018 5:26 pm
ever seen such bouncing globes of translucent cream
that make the mind spit and spin Catherine wheel style!
Friday 3rd August 2018 10:31 am
As it is always been
For the world to see
I have been admiring
In the light,
Paths are shown..
The king looks old
Rays of light,
Passing through him
Crown he's been gifted
In the light,
Paths are shown..
Cover the light
Push them away
Sliver of light,
Comes blazing again
In the light,
Paths are shown...
Monday 23rd July 2018 4:47 am
in their bed
beneath the slates
as in a dream
in the window airs
in the hush
of the night
palely lit by her lucent light
calls to him
and he walks out
summer dew wet on his feet
her cool breath on his naked flesh
the quiet mysterious night
Saturday 7th July 2018 6:28 pm
she was late, the moon;
knew that I would wait,
by the water, hoping.
life drunk, she staggers;
flirting with morning;
greedy for tomorrow.
night after night, weary.
high, broke and barefoot;
she holds me; dancing.
we leave corpses,
fears like broken moths,
we rest by the loch;
she brings stories,
Tuesday 5th June 2018 12:03 pm
The mirror speaks a truth that you don't want to hear
What makes you so afraid is right there and it's so clear
That anyone but you would run away and scream
But no, you choose to stay and bathe in your darkest dream.
There is no light or rainbows or things you'd like to share,
Just you...in your naked costume, parading under moon's glare.
You twitch and turn and the sides are all the same...
Saturday 2nd June 2018 10:27 am
sighing gaze, relief
up in the sky, floating high
a day's toil and turmoil
now swallowed up, entire
each breath smooth and free
there's even not enough moon
for it to really be blue
Monday 19th March 2018 12:21 pm
For Gwen, Anne and Eryl
In that happy heady grass-green Spring of my years
A time of lambent lamb slow lamb full days around a whited cottage
Lent us space and ease beneath the sun long sky
Golden glorious hours together in a single thought
With close chicken scrape and distant herd
When the swallows dipped to the fly buzz
When the kite climbed to a gliding speck
Thursday 22nd February 2018 12:30 pm
The rustle of the leaves in the air so dark
The black color of the autumn falls
The whistle of the wind, cool and covert
The striking chill, or lack thereof
The brightness of the moon that shines dull
The freshness of the invigorating air
The comeliness of the sky in bloom
The absence of invalid existence
The want for peace and quietude
The calmness and almost everlastin...
Friday 2nd February 2018 3:13 am
Cowaramup is a small farming and tourist community in the Margaret River wine region of South-West Western Australia. My visit long ago remains an unsettling memory of alienation.
The blue-black raven night
draws opal-scented folds
from quicksilver sparkle, scattered
like smashed glass over meeting grounds.
So it is, at this paddock fence
beside the scoop o...
Saturday 16th December 2017 2:40 pm
In the long small hours of dark Through the later time of darkness
I pause and gaze out at the stars As we lay entwined beneath the moon
Somehow the frosted ground The nightly scene now sacred
Sharpens the air and the starlight Welcomes the soft moonglow
Which lights my very soul: Entering both...
Tuesday 14th November 2017 1:35 pm
When, at the end of a complicated season
of argument and negotiation
I check, and find that the moon is dark.
And will soon be new,
I consider the things undone
That will not now be done
And the things unexplained
Which will leave large pools of dissatisfaction
And I breathe out, out, emptying the air
From my lungs, and the worries
From my head; letting it a...
Saturday 9th September 2017 5:38 pm
Going to die if I can't write
the moon is falling falling
out the sky time is blind
the night flies by,
wind screams sin,
a howling white oblivion
time time time
ticks ticks ticks
dust to rock to dust
squared and triangled
into the blue
I follow the rainbow
the echo drips
Wednesday 6th September 2017 10:26 pm
The sky has now faded from view
Now the only light left is from you
Sometimes I feel afraid at night
but then your glow makes me feel alright
The energy that makes me feel delight
This energy releases me from the monotonous daylight responsibilities
It allows me to be me and to fully embrace everything that I see
The tense person I was an hour ago has left and now I am ...
Tuesday 23rd May 2017 4:02 am
As I look at the moon tonight.
It is full and bright
blue illuminates through
my mind, stars align.
I am fine.
I've been burning up inside
my twisted demise,
lost my mission,
lost my way,
lost my vision.
Each night I sit with silence,
enveloped in despair.
penning lines in my mind,
I fail to keep,
losing too much sleep.
Monday 27th February 2017 10:14 am
It's time for bed,
the walrus said;
and so it is as now.
It's time for bed,
and so my head
is ready for the bow.
But words still gait
upon the wilt
of never and the row.
And gone are they
that hope and pray
for ever and for thou.
It's time for bed
the moon has said;
yet ever in her tide,
the moon is dead
and night has fled,
and dawn is by her side.
So wilt the sky,
in blossom ...
Monday 6th February 2017 12:41 am
Each night I fall in love all over again
With this world, this life, the things around me.
The darkness is inviting, I find comfort in its depths.
Many fear what the night holds, but I spend each day looking forward to the night.
Finally alone, able to strip myself of this worldly mess.
I am myself in the evening,
I come alive in the night.
The sun reveals too much, too many ...
Tuesday 24th January 2017 4:02 am
The shadows of smudges showing through
Poised over the earth to correct the simplest of mistakes
Balanced perfectly above a tiny peak
Frantically Orbiting all of existence
Waiting to smear words without resistance
Blank, it waits to pull restraints
Exhaling the tides
Ridding the lies the sea portrays
Constantly drifting away
Longing to erase what I ...
Monday 19th December 2016 8:03 am
I think that I was born on the moon.
But it was never ‘written in the stars’,
I think that when I landed here on earth,
My voice was left behind
Because you can’t hear me.
When I talk,
You can’t hear me,
You look up to God for answers...
And you kiss me like your investigating the saliva for my heritage,
You go inside me like your searching for my identity,
Saturday 21st May 2016 4:40 pm
Thursday 14th April 2016 2:20 pm
Is the moon blue?
It turns its pale face to us;
Who knows whom its thoughts turn to.
It cannot cry, but only sigh in dust,
With no light of its own. Gasps thinly,
Too insubstantial for decay or rust.
Does it have unspoken sorrow of its own?
So it can only appear at night
And sometimes disappear, all alone,
And find solace in the dark unknown.
The sun burns away its ra...
Thursday 17th March 2016 5:28 pm
Resounding across oceans
Hovering amongst clouds
Like a whisper from the moon
I heard your words
And I thank you
Wednesday 3rd February 2016 2:33 pm
Rising in the summer bliss
Kissing the world good morning.
I feel your sweet light
Covering over me
Like a warm blanket.
Standing there in the baby blue sky
With your magnificent glow on display
And I'm trying to figure a way to reach you.
Do I need to use a ladder
Or a cotten candy airplane
Or how about a purple magic carpet?
Oh marshmallow moon
Please come out tonight
Thursday 22nd October 2015 5:09 am
A twisted oak coiled round its self the perfect home for a mouse.
He climbed up a twisted branch and made his peace there, he built a nest of twine in the hollow center.
twine woven in brade, ants climbing up in parade. the army came to a hault and flead, they
feared for their lives and would rarther not be dead.
the stars a gemstone, the moon an ivory marble in a get jar.
Monday 17th August 2015 8:11 pm
On a hot summers eve close to the twighlight,
the marble of crimson came rolling down past sight.
Misty clouds coating the ever changing sky.
birds whistle their last tune before slumber calls them.
Stars begin to light.
Soon it will be night.
Close to the twighlight.
Monday 17th August 2015 8:03 pm
Trisha M. Hopkins
Waiting for him, sitting in the car
Under the erie moonlight
Imagening what he'll do
Seing him in the distance, Seeing him in the night
His mind shouting "I'm going to get you!"
He sees himself going after the man
He sees himself dragging him, dragging, dragging
Tying the man up
Everything is so dim
Under the erie moonlight
Torching him almos...
Monday 9th February 2015 12:23 am
I never feel amiss, alone or as a stranger
On days when wandering amongst the trees,
When standing on the hilltop overlooking land of bountiful existence
Or looking at the life’s reflections in blue waters of the sea.
I never know rage, hate or urge of violence
At twilight times when rolling in the silky grass,
When sitting on the tree log by the brook watching appearance of...
Friday 3rd October 2014 10:31 am
The Moon feels naught in futile circling
far off in bland acceptance of our plight;
while in that feeble light we half-blind stray
to situations shunned in light of day.
Her beams afford us sight attenuate
allowing indiscretions - thought and deed
and poets then, that cold dead orb invest
with subtle attributes no whit possessed.
As folly nightl...
Friday 25th October 2013 12:01 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
A full moon, and the tide swollen by rain;
Rain lashing on the window, wild as rage -
My pen is stirring on the unspoilt page
In scribble circles, feeling round this pain.
Like tunnels leading deeper than my mind,
Or ropes in hopeless tangles, loosely curled,
Sprawling intestines looped around the world
My pen describes; this pain is ill-defined.
Thursday 22nd March 2012 11:46 am
When I look at the sky,
Is she looking too.
When I weep alone,
Is she weeping too.
She grows in beauty every day,
But I am growing too.
She grows in my heart every day,
I miss you.
Tuesday 27th December 2011 12:38 am
Written on June 1st 2011 as an assignment based on the Calendar, set by John Cassidy for Bank Street Writers, Bolton.
O God of Sun, on Sunnandaeg,
I worship thee with spray -on bronze,
Because thy workload is quite big,
There’ll be a lot of wet week-ends.
God of the Moon, on Monandaeg,
I offer thee my hangover,
Last night I was a lunatic,
Oh I am deep...
Friday 3rd June 2011 7:32 pm
A winsome voice rose
into the unlit sky
its fingers harped
A bare vignette lurched
into the shadows
its claws scraped
An arm is raised high
blurry stars in witness
its blood testifies
A voice rose to the Night.
and formed a melody
its waiting days expired
unsought gem wanes.
Please make your res...
Friday 8th April 2011 8:43 am
There was a stone in the lake
And the moon in my hand
There was a stone in my hand
And the moon in the lake
I threw the stone and it became the moon
as it solidified in the water's space
Its mirror a world of twisting creatures,
all skin and fin; water bodies
I threw the moon and it became a stone
A pitted rough hewn chunk
as real as touch, its pres...
Tuesday 29th March 2011 3:52 pm
Once-upon-a-time, a barman worshipped the Sun.
Worked nights so didn’t see much of it
but in his head he’d got stories of
the Fire God supreme,
vanquishing monsters who'd eat out your dreams.
He called the Sun ‘Hero’,
believed it had six pairs of arms,
giant wings of flame
and the handsomest nose in the galaxy.
Made moons blush
Friday 17th December 2010 1:38 pm
This town was built from flint and clay
from the iron age and the God's malaise.
This Earth leaves tints of iron and bronze.
Seas, and shells, parchment gone.
This nation holds its mark on time,
not short of the sublime
mixtures of faiths and cultures,
landmarks from other timezones.
The shape of the stars
and the arc of the moon
suggest a covenant with us...
Thursday 23rd September 2010 11:41 am