#fullmoon poems on Hello Poetry

Arisa Mar 2019

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.

#werewolf #supernatural #wolf #wolves #moon #drunk #crescent #fullmoon #full

Sally A Bayan Nov 2018

......was a freezing morning.
no rooster woke me....i opened
my eyes at first light of dawn,
sipped hot coffee....my 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 counter...my 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!....coffee 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..

Sally

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
November 23, 2018

#turkey #coldthanksgivingnight #fullmoon #thedayafter

K Balachandran Oct 2018

Moonlake lovesong

Moonlake’s ripples glitter,
Desires sown by full moon;
Wistful night ahead!

#ripple #glitter #moonlake #fullmoon #wistful

Lexie Oct 2018

Body Bag

I am a crime scene
There is blood on the walls

You heard the screams.

#spooky #death #halloween #fullmoon

Uta May 2018

Moonlight

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!

#moonlight #fullmoon #moon #stars #freedom #sky #special #space #time #shine

Jesse stillwater Apr 2018

Moonlit Dogwood Petals

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

#sensual #spring #blossom #flesh #petals #dogwoodtree #fullmoon #passion #stillwater

Rone Selim Feb 2018

The Embodiment of Vitality

She represented freedom
With her humble clothes
her burning red hair,
have i ever witnessed something so pure

She smiled with her eyes closed
as she danced just for herself
She was not dependent on the crowd's applauses
She only moved for the heart's desire and love of the folk music
She had captured gazes,
without a single look.
The witness of her radiance gave hope,
but she was oblivious to her affect on the people

As with every valiant step she took,
her subtle curls were tenderly
shown affection by
the cool breeze of the night
She had known the woods better than anyone in the town
As if she had not walked alone,
which only made her light radiate ever so bright.
She wore mud as her shoes
and used the howling voices
of dusk as her armor

It makes you question;
if the moon was created just for her eyes,
they seemed to get brighter
and shiny every la lluna plena.

I closed my eyes one night and i had visions of this girl.. The whole scenario was too beautiful not to be penned down.
It speaks of the potential, integrity, strength, greatness, a sense of freedom and justice in us. May you keep the light on your torch forever.

#fullmoon #hope #humanity #inspiration #freedom #essence