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Elena 13h
There lives a madness in the moonlight
The deep need to wreak passion
bursting with flames
We are hidden in the light of day,
blind and quiet
as society knocks to see if we’re okay,
But my words live in a dimension
many miles away
I have a need that bleeds, a star gazer
whose dawn is breaking dread upon me
I feel alive in night’s stillness,
a place that truly escaped
the blind eye that we all truly hate
The day is full of faces
who paint on the sun,
but underneath are these differences
where truth is fighting to be won
Beauty was when all those faces
saw me in the life of night
Beauty was the voice
that spoke words of worth,
and left their twinkle up above
So all we need is to see
what we know is inside
And if our eyes need a guide
then the moonlight will light up our sky
As the freedom of truth
will shine in the darkest of nights
Arisa Mar 26
i think i'm in love
with a man drunk on the moon
i think he's a wolf
I was severely bored when I wrote this.
Sally A Bayan Nov 2018
......was a freezing morning.
no rooster woke me....i opened
my eyes at first light of dawn,
sipped hot thoughts,
recalling....traveling, with the swirling steam...

turkey wasn't done yet,
but, hours before, table was already set...
while awaiting guests,
I leant on the head, to rest,
i looked outside the small window
and was greeted by a full moon, aglow...

there was so much food on the table...weariness
was healed by laughter...conversations touched
on weather, politics, food...they refused to end,
glasses sparkled with bubbly wine....sliced meat
was arranged on a big tray...baked sweet potato
with caramel smelled, tasted good...broccoli rave
was green and spicy...i didn't know potato salad
could taste good without meat! and pies
came next.....the dogs, communicated with their
eyes and paws...socializing, too, like their masters,
i saw what was left, after slicing the plump roasted
fowl...a skeleton, still with thick strands of meat, and
the  palatable stuffing made with onions and prunes.

dishes were washed, kitchen was back in order,
after showering....everyone rushed to their beds,
yet, i had to peep out the window, one last time...
the full moon, still was upon us...confirming its
presence....a long time witness to the moments
we celebrate........encouraging our moods,
our thoughts.....our hearts.......even when
it's not a thanksgiving night..


Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
November 23, 2018
K Balachandran Oct 2018
Moonlake’s ripples glitter,
Desires sown by full moon;
Wistful night ahead!
Lexie Oct 2018
I am a crime scene
There is blood on the walls
You heard the screams.
Uta May 2018
Nothing will shine brighter and be more beautiful than the full moon.

Not even the stars who surround it will ever be noticed more.

The way it shines and gives you the energy as if you were controlling space and time,

The way you see the darker gray spots on it,

Makes you feel special within.

The moonlight will show you the sad truth which will later lead you to freedom,

and always will stand by your side and lift you up into the sky to fly with it and the stars.
Comment me your thoughts!
Jesse stillwater Apr 2018
The full moon caught a glimpse
where the billowed clouds parted
Saucer size Dogwood blossoms
echoed an urging reflection
through wide open window ;
the diffused moonlight reached in
touching the open palms
enduring in an empty void
lay down beside

Softly burnished reflections
lighten blanched flesh petals
swaying in the wakened
     spring cadence
Rhinestone memories
tethered from somewhere above ;
as if manipulating puppet strings
dangling down through
the seesaw cloud gap ―
scattering candlelit sequins
like unmapped constellations
brushed by the moonlight
in the dale of your leafless *******

The fragrant breeze
of your memory
gathers a sweetest taste,
teasing wishful thirsty lips
into a gentle smile ...
Tracing unbounded memories
with wandering fingertips 
upon your intimate
canvas oasis in my mind

Fallen petals floating gently
across still waters
induced by whispered breeze ;
quiet reminders that ripple
the mesmerizing silence
with the lonely breath
an unheard evanescent sigh
The open window
let the moonlight in,
illuminating lingering
shadows of the past ...

you feel the waft
of spring breathe ...
but you just can't help
where the wind blows

Jesse e. Stillwater
29th  April 2018:   2 am
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