~ Love for the Moon ~ - Hello Poetry

Apr 2018

J Robert Fallon III

The unforgiving grasp tightens on our minds, and sinks faster than an anchor.

The unrecognizable emotions rip and tear the morality of even our best thinker.

The unjustifiable nonsense occurring has a globalized society acting consistently "faker".

The mind and reality can be united, finally at peace, if we only knew the truth behind our creator.

Our true maker.

The answer is simple.

The answer creates a giant ripple.

The answer of our creator would allow everyone to sprint, even the *******.

A poem on how simple and united our world could be if religion were eliminated through the irrefutable discovery of how we truly came to be.

#life #pain #hope #joy #love #poem #poetry #poet #religion #society

Apr 2018

Chelsea Rae

Night Owl Curse.

I may love the silence,
The night sky,
The lights on the horizon of those still awake,
But one thing I do not enjoy about being a night owl
Is that most times there is no one else to enjoy it with
Other than the moon.

Wish someone was awake right now.

Apr 2018

unnamed

soon

the sun and moon
will fill eachother with what they are missing
the lonesome moon now beats the tides
and pulls them in to shore
just as the sun is met by moon, he says,
"I'm very CROSS with you."
they start to laugh as sun throws out his arms
and paints the crescents of his lover on the ground

Apr 2018

Skye Marshmallow

Burn

Darling, I miss you
Like the sun yearns for the moon
When she burns brightest

Haiku no.1, the stars light my love

#haiku

Mar 2018

r

Holy water

The night carried you away
like a river
it wasn't a dream
it was a flood
even the buzzards were sad
as I walked along the evening
I wanted you
to come out of the dark
into the dark
I kept my eyes open
for the port of your neck
it was so easy to bruise
with its vessels
blue as the earth
and then the dam broke
like my voice
but not your spell
and when the moon came up
they took you away in a hearse
I double-crossed myself
with the holy water of your eyes.

Mar 2018

Lori Jones McCaffery

MIDNIGHT

Full moon veiled in a silken mist
Outline dim and wan
Mocking the hour when last we kissed
Now that love has gone.
ljm

This is an older one. Too depressed to write.

Mar 2018

L B

Hunting Poems

They are wild things
Sometimes, I swear
I need a shotgun
but so as not –
to hurt the words

I hack them out of weeds
Break the ice to drag them out
Throw rocks at them in trees

Turn around three times fast
and collapse
Sometimes I catch one
still spinning dizzy
floating circle-words in breeze

I command nothing

The poems always have their way

I command nothing!

Not love –  Not time –  Nor hate
Nor sun –
but the moon-rise –
maybe

...in dream-light