#moonbeams poems on Hello Poetry

SiouxF 6d

Shimmering moonbeams envelope the earth,
Casting a ghostly presence
Over hill and vale,
Land and sea;
Til morning comes,
And life anew.

#moon #moonbeams

Sanders Maurice Foulke III AAS Nov 28

Sky High

Radiant, /
Resplendent, /
Full, /
He is my aegis, /
My bulwark, /
My protection, my fortress. /

When darkness falls /
As I walk /
Beneath the starless night sky /
My heart shines; /
Is /
My guide. /

He fulminates; /
Is radiant /
His love is luminous, /
Astral, /
Burgeoning & quenching /
My every desire. /

Quenching my heartbeat /
With an unmatched /
Synchronicity; /
Bestilled, unmoving /
In His presence. Naturalistic, inheld /
Beauty, —timeless. /

I’m here /
In this time, this space, this place. /
Reverberating /
Upon the wavelength of The Divine. /
Oh, I’m resonating sky high, /
Sky high. /

(—Se’ lah)

#sky #high #radiant #resplendent #moonbeams #light

Belinda S Richmond Sep 20

🌕 Moonlight 🌕

Up so high,
with a
BEAUTIFUL GLOW,
Casting down your
MOONBEAMS
right down below.
I stare into the MOON 🌕,
as I am TRANSFIXED,
It SHINES DOWN LOW,
the MOONLIGHTS RAVISHING
GLOW,
It FEELS so MAGICAL,
I cannot help but to GLANCE,
at the MOON 🌕, over the LAGOON,
while I am in a DEEP TRANCE.
It is such a COOL, CRISP, and
MAGNIFICENT NIGHT,
as I VIEW, and ADMIRE,
THE CAPTIVATING
MOONLIGHT!!!

B.R.
Date: 07/14/2023

#moon #moonlight #moonbeams #glow #transfixed #glance #lagoon #admire

Savio Fonseca Nov 2022

Dancing with the Clouds

Dancing with the Clouds,
is a Dream that I always carry.
But the Darkness of the Night,
is somewhat a bit scary.
I keep waiting for The Moon,
to show up in the sky.
But the cold November Wind,
keeps howling in My eye.
I feel like I’m slowly fading,
like smoke into thin air.
In constant search of Love,
but no one really cares.
I keep gathering the Moonbeams,
after Twilight steals My hours.
Her Memories sleep with Me,
in a Garden full of flowers.

#love #flowers #twilight #moonbeams #memories #garden #darkness #night #wind

moon man Feb 2020

The moonstruck poet

He stares at the blank page of his notebook, wondering what he should write about next. As he stares into the blank page, he suddenly gets an idea and opens the curtains of his window to reveal the moon shining brightly at him. He reaches out and grabs at the moonbeams as he wakes up in the same position where he started. Filled with the inspiration of moonbeams and empty pages waiting to be written on, he grabs his pen and starts spindling poetry.

This poem is definitely a bit self-reflected on its writer (me, duh) but I felt that the sudden uprisings in my moon-related poetry needed a poem of its own

#poet #moon #night #inspiration #moonbeams #emptypages #pen

moon man Feb 2020

The Selenophile

They stare at me, with questioning eyes. They wonder why I always look so tired, but in reality, I've never felt better. Last night I was able to speak with you again, tell you of my troubles and bathe in your light. They will never understand but that doesn't matter, for as long as I have you. I can handle the waking world just to have another chance to enjoy your company in a state of reality I don't belong in.

This is a little poem that's more personal than most of my original works, considering that I recently accepted the fact that I love the moon

#selenophile #moon #moonlight #reality #moonbeams

moon man Jan 2020

When Daybreak comes

I confess to you and only you, lady moon highest in the sky, to take my fears and insecurities and keep them with you throughout your path in the night sky. For when Daybreak comes, those fears I hold close to me will be protected from the burning light of the sun. For when Daybreak comes, the secrets I've shared with you will be shielded and safe under the dim light of your moonbeams. For when Daybreak comes, Nobody but you and I will know of the secrets I've kept with you.

I've been tapping into my selenophile side lately whenever I start writing poems of my own work. This is the result of almost two months of wanting to write about the moon

#moon #moonlight #selenophile #daybreak #moonbeams #fear #insecurities #light #lady #night

Mark Toney Oct 2019

Light Show

moonbeams bathe the night
auroras shimmering bright-
fireflies delight

09/21/2018 - Poetry form: Haiku - FYI - The Rules for Writing Haiku - English Grammar Rules & Usage states the following: "Punctuation and capitalization are up to the poet and need not follow rigid rules used in structuring sentences. A haiku does not have to rhyme, in fact usually it does not rhyme at all." My muse understands this, but this time my muse wants it to rhyme. Just sayin'... :) - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018

#haiku #moonbeams #night #aurora #fireflies

The uniVerse Jun 2018

Stardate 1979

She said her name was Janet
she was from another planet
so I asked her which one
she pointed past the sun.

I asked her if she missed it
she said she often visits
when she lays down for her dreams
she travels on moonbeams.

I couldn't help but be enamoured
she spoke whilst I stammered
but somehow I gained some courage
and with a sudden flourish
I leaned in for a kiss
but little did I know was this.

That kissing was procreation
I felt this strange sensation
it was a lot of fun
but now we have a son.

We decided to call him Mars
because whenever he would ask
daddy where I'm from
I would point past the sun.

Written to the tune of Up in the Junction by Squeeze which was in my head when I woke up however I could not remember the lyrics so I wrote my own.

#moonbeams #procreation #intergalacticrelations