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Luna Aug 2018
No siento el paso del tiempo ni los dedos de los pies, la llama del alma se extinguió lunas atrás.

El frío que ha inundado mi interior no me deja respirar tranquila.

Todo se vuelve un espejismo ante mis ojos y el tiempo se escurre como arena entre mis dedos.

Todo es efímero, una simple estación que pronto acabará y se llevará con ella los restos de este amor marchitado.
Bretz Harllynne Aug 2018
Through the night full of darkness,
The strong cold wind blows and breaks the silence.
Rustling of leaves creates a melody
Of calmness, of grace, of tranquility.
Through the woods, the sounds can be heard
Of the gushing of the river and chirps of birds
And above the darkest of clouds in the sky,
Hides the beauty that no one can deny.

A beauty that shines through the night
The goddess of beauty, you're an Aphrodite
What glorious wonders your beauty possess
That hides a mystery no one can profess
That gorgeous ring of glowing splendor
That conceals the gods' great fervor
Oh what magnificence you unveil up above
You show such majesty of faith and love

In the calmness of the tides of the sea
And the splendid glitters of the waters I see
Unleash the lavish treasures and wonders
Of the land, the sky, and the waters
High above the dark gloomy sky so vast
Diamonds sparkle and shine like glimmering dust
Abundant with wondrous beauties of the night,
The moon remains the most beautiful sight.

-harllynne-
she-was-sleeping Jul 2018
Silent is the night
              If you can see you can feel her breathing
    Fallen is the sky
              If you can feel you can see her shifting

                                                       ­   Luna, Luna...

 Frozen is my time
              If you can see you can feel her dreaming
    Touch by gentle moonlight
              If you can feel you can see her beaming

                                                          Luna,­ Luna...
Kristen Zarrelli Apr 2018
Oh great whimsy moon,
If I ever had the chance to greet you
And slip into your limitless, blue dress  
At any iota of request;
I'd glow with you until June
Luna Mar 2018
Once upon a time, light and darkness were born
Two ancient powers, taking form
They possessed every norm
Tipping the world upside down
Till their masters were created
They thought the chaos would be regulated
but fools they were
For the historic battles were never immortal
Hence, giving birth to an abnormality
It defied conformity
Instead of aversion,
A strange pull manifested gravitation...
An enticing realization
Much like a forbidden love,
their kiss hovered between red and mauve.
No sooner than it began, the curse set in.
a big bang and a continuous dilation
banned alienation
An agonizing melancholic segregation
for a Luna, once a creature of delicate darkness
is now a vampire feeding on her lover's light
dainty lights into one big stormy fire
an existence where they keep shattering each other's presence,
and for it to be poetically beautiful,
Is their reality.
vega Feb 2018
for there never was
and never will be
a finer vagrant soul
to poetically allude me
than the billows of notes
that fall from your shade
and the stars in your lips
to sing a thousand serenades
dear, if only i could compose
about all my woeful throes
in lights enchanting as yours
no word a wasted recourse
and the aesthete that lies
beneath restless amber eyes
will dream up a promise
for fallen eternity’s premise
where the universe spins
as relentless time should be
and no whispers of parallels
between the lines of you and me
i’m quite dizzy from the sun again
but i’ll close my hands, count to ten
and wait against such fragile hope
that you’re the sunrise to decode
so why do i weep, ever still?
in the midst of my bedroom floor
only bare remnants remain, until
a voice paints a distant nevermore
of faithless keep, an endless rue
tomorrow’s heart, nor i nor you
southern nights, quaint afterglow
the days pass on as we’ll quietly go
i may be weary, yet do not think
i’ll give up when i’m on the brink
let’s chase the wind, and we’ll ascend
to an everlasting paradise we can spend
for there never was and never will be
a finer valiant soul to poetically allure me
than the muse of the moon and billowing notes
that fall from your shade and the stars that you wrote.
Brent Feb 2018
whichever color you glow;
a calm, serene white
a blood-crimson red
a rare, sorrowful blue
a lonely void of black

however you illuminate the night;
whether you wax and shine with the stars
or wane and hide above the clouds
whether you make a proud crescent
or be a glorious gibbous
or even divide the darkness
as either of the quarters

whatever shape you become
whatever shade you gleam
you will always be beautiful in my eyes
whatever you may seem
The very rare occurrence of a Super Blue Blood Moon happened last night and as a selenophile myself, I eagerly watched and waited for Luna and I figured a poem might be nice.
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