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All of a sudden
The stars have stopped shining
Blimming sadness in Heaven
Too many babies are maimed and hurt
Too many infants are starving and suffering
Too many women are crying and mourning
And too many men are being sought
For summary executions
Where countless elders of the sad nations
Have disappeared without a trace
The pain is excruciating. What a disgrace!

All of a sudden
The sky has become extremely dark
Flaming chaos in Heaven
The cemetery is in the park
The buildings are bombed and bulldozed
For heaven’s sake, too many soldiers are overdosed
Where ships, vessels, yachts, boats and canoes are sunk
Somewhere is buried a dead skunk
Where everything is comatose and decomposed
No one can honestly envision a bright future
Where nobody can dry the tears of Mother Nature.

The stars have stopped shining
The moon is visibly absent
The sun is on strike and fasting
And the weather is eerily aberrant.

Copyright © June 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I'm getting older
I'm finding me
I'm realizing certain things like
I'm not my scars
I'm not my depression
I'm not the pain they caused me
I'm not filthy
I'm not pain
I'm not disease

I'm simply me
I'm loving and sweet
I'm music beneath my feet
I'm overjoyed over simple things
I'm moonlight and stars
I'm singing in the car
I'm anything i want to be
I'm simply me

I read a book for the first time in years
It nearly brought me to tears
About a girl and all her fears
As i read
In my head
I thought
Why does she hate herself so much
What's up with that
But then i look back
And that was me

I was devoured by my own destiny
I hated myself
I pleaded for help
I beat myself
I blamed myself
I became negative
And down
Always with a frown
I felt like a clown
I read this book
And it made me see
It inspired me

I have grown
I have changed
I have became
Less deranged
I found love
Within myself
And forgiveness
For my own hell
I am comfortable in my own skin
That is an absolute win

Take time today
To appreciate your accomplishments
Remember you are not your pain
You are not for their gain
You are you
And you can be
Anything you want to be
I want to be free
Like a leaf
Dancing in the wind
Going softly with a grin
Every so often I'll spin
And let others see
How they too can be
Free

That is me
And that
Makes me happy
: ) 🌿
Megan Jun 8
I cup the moon in my hands
from a safe space
on untamed ground
in a forgotten place.

The moon—
its glow, it lingers,
wrapping soft eggshell hues
around my fingers.
I-sun Marami Jun 4
I earned my bread
from the stubborn flesh of my body—
but it didn’t feed me,
didn’t fill me.

The moon had ripened full;
I cut from its cheese
and laid it in my bread.

From the next day,
I saw it sulk—
growing smaller,
then vanishing.
:⁠-⁠(
Megan Jun 4
In the shadows of a dead city,
where feet tap cracked pavement
and broken fluorescents blink,
there hovers a sphere of soft glow.

You might call it the sky’s cheese,
but I call it a nightlight—
hovering low like a searchlight
for the ******.

Never spoken of
unless it’s full,
a beacon for a wolf’s howl,
an ear for your secrets
when no one else listens.
lacre 𐙚 Jun 4
there, Moonflower with petals that shine,
with silhouette that whispers divine,
reflection that’s crystalline.

oh! mystic Faerie of the night,
awakened by the spark of daylight.

ethereal Daylight crashed in,
unlike any other rays,
with an unknown expression,
the moonflower fades away.

there, sunflower that’s mellow,
with soft hues of warm yellow,
reflection of a halo.

spotted amidst the meadows,
with life from all sorts of flow.

yet, heo only sees the Sun,
no matter what’s sprung.
it's only the Sun she gazes-

even if the Sun doesn’t return her embrace.
16.02.25
Zywa May 31
A cold winter moon

high above the rolling snow --


My heart starts pounding.
Composition "Moon Viewing Music" (2018, Peter Garland), for three gongs, part 1 "Living alone in the woods / few visitors cast shadows / How clean the moon / gleaming in the sky" (haiku by Ryokan Taigu, 1758-1831), performed in the Organpark on four gongs by Pepe Garcia on February 8th, 2025

Collection "org anp ARK" #85
benzyl May 30
In a galaxy millions of light years away,

Your visage shines bright, a glistening moon

Its orbit is drawn, its kismet is made

Its blinding departure came far too soon  



Wandering through cosmos in search of your light,

I yearn to break from fate’s dictation

Yet as your figure comes into sight

It shows not truth but imagination



Your orbit drifts further as your visage fades

Your figure dissolves into starless dust

Your eclipse casts my heart under lonely shade

There is no love or hate, only rust



I have not known love but merely affection

I have not known you but just a reflection
For my father, written quite a while ago
O
that if I could,
I would:

Hide the moon
and the sun
in my fists.

No more lights
in nights.
No more rays
in days.

Why should the world
remain alight
when my soul
and heart
are drowned in dark?
So strangely
have you stuck to my life,
you, who have gone.

Why is everything
of my life
attached to you?

Like you are
the darkness
of my nights,

and stars,
and the moon...
they must be lightless
if I don’t
think of you.
Is it really strange, stranger?
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