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Lone Luna Dec 2015
Waning she may be, but her light is ever bright
Even more than enough to brighten up my night
No dark clouds she wouldn't fight
No sky she wouldn't might
For she is the ruler of the sky that is night
Another great scenario of the Universe
that comes over a hundred years;
  once in a lifetime.
So wonderful and beautiful
delusions gone,reality reveals.
a bright glimpse of moonlight
a hidden beauty.
Its such a good thing,the Universe
can wait for a thousand years.
Vaniexe Kafka Sep 2018
The sun has finally set but the moon is nowhere to be seen. The smell of the sea reaches his nostrils as he walks by the bay feeling the soft caress of the wind while relishing his dreams---so lucid--- he thought it was real.

The soft waves of the sea touches his feet and as he looked down, he remembered how he was also looking down at his feet in his dreams before he saw the lady that haunted his night.

Then again, 'It's only a dream', he thought.

But, as he moves his glance up, a lady of ethereal beauty occupied his gaze, taking his breath away, making his heart skip a beat.

Her eyes, he thought, are the mixture of the ocean and lightning as they blend their colors.

Her soft eyes with a touch of danger was the very hue that haunted his every thought.

None of his paintings of her caught the life in her eyes.

And as he walk towards her, still captivated by her eyes, he finally came to realize why he always felt a pull and a need to go to the sea; to this sea.

The missing piece in his life has finally been found, knowing that the sole purpose of his life continues, more than anything,
"It's because of you."
He uttered as he sensed elation spreading,
feeling like he has finally come home.
Entry # 1 To the Book I Will Never Write
Christian Ek Sep 2014
Craters on the moon are injuries caused by the power the universe holds.
In the night you continue to shine down on us lonely strangers.
The saying "the freaks come out at night " best describes our relationship.
Your the light we admire.
Your the source of our creativity.
When I can't sleep, looking at you for inspiration is my favorite activity.
The relief I feel knowing someone out there is doing the same calms my overdrived mind.
I want to be brave like the moon, undiscouraged even though it's surrounded by darkness.
Still being able to shine it's guiding light.
PoserPersona Jun 2018
The moon sings the languid flower,
  to bloom at midnight hour
Harmonious feast transpires -
  luminescent choir

Petals mirror la hue de Luna,
  but pale below her glow
Though the desert sweet aroma,
  is fragrance plus photo

Neither causing nightly failure,
  in idyllic charm
In fact, those powers are greater,
  together than apart

The moon a long gone distant rock,
  yet pulls on ocean tops
Cereus lures with sweetest tricks,
  and stings with countless licks  

Battered holy asteroid face,
 woos flawless solar gaze
And even though it causes mire,
  lunar eclipses fire

The cactus thrives in driest sands,
  and chokes in fertile lands
Alluring lonesome wanderers,
  promising mere water

The lucid beauty bewilders,
  as much as it can haunt
In fact, those powers are greater,
  together than apart

You, once my cereus and moon,
  were drowned in my love well
Perhaps, I was this to you too,
  though your hole I’d not delve

However, what was first velvet,
  morphed into devil’s horns
Winter shed those thorns in my chest,
  now spring gifts hope and more

The icy grips of each winter,
  provides spring fuel to spark
In fact, those powers are greater,
  together than apart

Although we've gone on our own ways,
  I wouldn’t change the past
For each step was necessary,
  to find true love at last

We were once greater together.

I’m now greater apart.
Vish Dec 2018
You know my name but not my story

You see my face but not my soul

You feel my skin but not my scars

You hear my voice but not my pleas

You only want the untainted parts of me.

But my dear,
haven’t you heard ?

The moon only glows so bright because she lives in the dark
y'ay'a Oct 2018
you have brought me light
and now, i know not of how
to see without you
Lewis Hyden Dec 2018
"Estrellas frias
Levantándose del mar
Besan la luna
"Buenas noches, mi amor."
Empire Jun 10
When all hope is lost
When I’m alone and breaking
My puppy still cares
I love my little snuggly girl :)
SoZaka Aug 2018
I was a  waxing moon reflection lost at sea
a light too distant to keep you warm
you led me safely through a long dark storm
until  I awoke from my lucid dream

now, like a new moon amidst a mid summer scene
I lay awake with a past I can't' recall
grateful and rested
unsure if it was a dream at all
loss and gain life and death rebirth timeless
Tati Oct 2018
Every night I would talk to the moon
“Mother moon, my heart is broken yet again.”
She would listen to every detail, and offer her advice when needed
One night, it was my turn to listen.
She confessed how lonely it was to be all alone in the night sky with no friends.
“But you have the stars to accompany you, Mother moon.”
“The stars keep to themselves. What I really want is a child.”
How silly, I thought. How would a moon ever have a child?
I threw myself off the balcony. My arms reaching up into the sky.
When I awoke, the moon was cradling me in her crescent shape
They say that when the moon is in her cresecent stage it’s because she’s rocking her baby to sleep
That’s how I became La hija de la luna
The daughter of the moon
Aurelia Ward Dec 2018
I stare into her lovely face,
the moon who's long looked after me

Mother, sister, lover, friend
And yet she belongs to the sea

She daintily sits upon his lap;
her liquid groom who loves her so

She will not leave him though I plead,
How I wish that I could show:

I'd never slap her pale form
as he does with his careless waves

I'd never leave her so forlorn
As he does with his escapades

He carries yars from shore to shore
But I've arms only for the one

And though she may not shine as bright
I'd ne'er compare her to the sun!

Yet every night she still returns
into his embrace, not mine

And days go on, but still I yearn
for her sweet, forbidden shine
False Poets Jan 2018
readily acknowledge our highest standard of luna loving madness

we treat our luna connection with equality -
great affection as well as sensible trepidation,
for its transgender nature, though well disguised,
is but surficial,  that we all ken, when compared to
***** bewitching covens who in the forest deepest dens,
exclaim their aroused allegiance over and over and over again

but so so many lunatics lurking in the poetic coven, who knew!

do not ask all the luna~ticced poets to step forward,
unless you wish to crash the internet's servers whom I'm told,
who too, are silent secret devotees

who  among us has not scribed truth and lies, when standing outside, greeting the divine presence
LizO Jul 2018
The Moon said
I’m sick of this sh*t!
Playing Earth’s supporting role
Is not my only trick.
That ****** of planet
Can go and get stuffed,
With my entrancing silver beauty
I might just leave it in the dust.
Mi corazón tiene aliento a vida y sol
en los días cuando se repira calor
El céfiro por dentro refresca mi existir

Por fuera la luna, luna
está en resplandor

Hoy vuelve a morir Lorca
y el manto cubre a mas que una cara
en más de un país bajo esta misma luna

Hoy frente al monitor el deseo de dejar los barcos de Kaufman zarpar
existe profundamente en el mar de nuestra colectiva conciencia

En tu corazón existe aliento y una vida con una sol.  
El céfiro mueve barcos.
No importa si salle la luna, luna
Elijo a Lorca pues su muerte es sinónimo para mi del miedo,  de la división, del sentimiento de nacionalismo que brindó terror y muerte acceptable, de eso que nos hace pensar que la diferencia es cosa que naturalmente separa

Elijo eludir el poema de Kaufman “All those ships that never sailed” por ser una poeta de mi país natal que en este poema expresa el sentimiento de nostalgia de un tiempo/ de algo que ya se encuentra en el pasado. Mi objetivo fue escribir un poema que aborda y acepta lo que ocurre en el mundo mais ofrece un recordatorio de que cada uno de nos tenemos un clima interno cual podemos controlar dentro de esta “ noche” metafórica donde ha salido la luna y parece que la oscuridad nos  rodea. No hay que tener nostalgia  del pasado pues el futuro es nuestro para crear.
{Opening F 6}

Moon In Your Eyes  (D)
Dark Shadows In Disguise  (F)
Skies Above You  (A)

Caught Between Livin  (Gbm)
Caught Between Missin (F)
Cloud Covered Strife (A)
It's A Circular Knife (G)

Moon In Your Eyes  (D)
Dark Shadows In Disguise  (F)
Skies Above You  (A)

Rock's Rem  (Gbm)
Your Forever Radiating Gem (F)
When We Find The Right Words To Pen (A)
I know Luna Found You Before Then (G)

Moon In Your Eyes  (D)
Dark Shadows In Disguise  (F)
Skies Above You  (A)

Breeze Through The Atmosphere (Gbm)
Even With The Stillness Of Your Stare (F)
Can You See Through The Thick Air (A)
You Know Luna (G)
She Still Cares (A)

Moon In Your Eyes  (D)
Dark Shadows In Disguise  (F)
Skies Above You  (A)
Copyright and Written By Marigolds Fever 2019
Luna's Song
AD Mullin Jan 2018
In the crows nest
Wind burnt and ruddy
From past navigational
Errors. Wearing stripes earned
While traversing the
Luna Sea

I see a new world
It smells as fresh
As a newborns
Head, and
As promising as a

:::Higgs Boson:::

Unwinding paired bases
And just-in-cases
Leaving no traces, and
Sharing open spaces

A gossamer trail,
it seems, might
Meta~navigating gossamer game trails. . .. ... .....
Bhill Nov 6
The sunrise lights up
Dawns the earth
Gives us all reason

Brian Hill - 2019 # 277
Who doesn't love a good sunrise?
naught Jan 21
Don't fall in love with the star
it shines because of the moon,
fall in love with a sunflower
it shines for the sun.
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