"selenophile" poems
The man
who was sitting
alone under the rooftop
with burning cigarette
on the right hand,
feeling beauty,
looking at the night sky,
waiting to see the moonlight,
it was me.
Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 4:14 PM UTC
but what happens
if the moon
actually discovers
his real other half?
then
i'm not the half-moon
he's destined to be with.
i'm just an astronomer,
a selenophile,
lost in a love phase.
because i will still love you
even if you vanished
from my sight
and turned into
a new moon.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC
He finds himself somewhere new, a beach with his beautiful moon being licked by the ocean waves. Then he notices her, dancing at the tide's edge. He comes to realize that the moon led him to her through its final moonbeams for the night. As the Day cracks into a new dawn, It finds two sets of footprints walking along tide's edge on a path to the moon while the sea slowly consumes the trail.
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 9:23 PM UTC
The selenophile stares solemnly at the beautiful Selene.
His long lost love hidden somewhere in that celestial body
Surrounded by darkness, dashes of the stars, and the dust of gods.
One eternity evolves effortlessly into two watching his wandering wife
In the mourning midnight blue sky.
Her ethereal skin,
Her cherubic lips,
Her sublime locks extending beyond the stars,
For all the world to see
And for all to adore.
The selenophile stares solemnly at the beautiful Luna.
His fair silvery sister hidden in that satellite,
Surrounded by loneliness, competitive stars, and cloudy skies.
One day brings an eternity effortlessly to its knees,
In the mourning heart of the kin.
Her exuberant eyes,
Her ****** lips,
Her compassionate soul dimmed by the dark,
For all the world to see
And for all to envy.
The selenophile stares solemnly at the shadowed sky.
Combing for the figure that is hidden beyond the coverage,
Engulfed in darkness, blank stars, and stained skies.
One day brings drab darkness to the land and
In the mourning heart of the people.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 1:47 AM UTC
i have seen the stars
through your eyes
you showed them to me, and it was something new.
i don't know what was more beautiful;
the night sky
or seeing it from your point of view
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC
I wish I was a star,
Far in the sky,
I wish I was a moon,
I'm a Selenophile
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 8:13 AM UTC
I’ve been left numb and speechless by murals, symphonies and monuments,
but I was struck hard overwhelmed and left breathless by the sight of you.
I’d analyze every line, every inch and every sign for what it all represents,
but with complexity and perfection; that seems impossible to do.
The sun was illuminating on your back,
but I caught a greater shine from your smile.
I tossed time away fully prepared to lose all track,
I knew I wanted to walk alongside you day after day, mile after mile.
I have nothing that I can give,
I don’t have much to offer; I have no plan.
But I swear that as long as I may live,
I will worship you like no one else will or can.
I dusted myself off and presented my heart and soul as an open book,
every answer and truth you could want is within the text.
If you gain the courage, flip the index, skim and quickly take a look,
the first chapter is all about you and so is the rest and the next.
I’ve never been a fan of drinking
but my eyes absorb you like I’m dangerously dehydrated.
And every day since I met you I’ve spent all my time just thinking
was it coincidence, destiny, luck or simply fated.
There’s so little I can provide,
all I can promise you is my life in your hands.
I’ll be behind you if you fall, and stand tall when I’m at your side,
and I will worship you as no one else understands.
And I wove strings of poetry into a single thread,
my god, I’d hate to die without knowing every single thought in that beautiful head.
I took a nasty fall I was used to slips,
but I love you down to your fingertips.
I immortalized you in sonnets, poems and scripts,
‘cause I love you down to your fingertips.
I’ve been losing sleep and losing grips,
but I love you down to your fingertips.
Depraved of oxygen needing the air from your lips,
and I’ll love you down to your fingertips.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
I talk to the moon every night,
Imagining it was you,
And in my mind,
I could make you say anything,
But all i could hear was your silence,
So now I’m in love with the moon.
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
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.
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 12:06 AM UTC
Just as the moon getting closer agitates the waves, He got too close and angered the waves of her heart. He hoped for a piece of his soul to calm her tide but it was too much and she wished him gone as the waves spit the moon back out into the sky. While the rising sun found two sets of footprints, the path they were taking was separate from each other.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 10:49 PM UTC
I look out the foggy window, and there it is
The moon that shines so bright
As I sit in this dark room wondering what to do
I watch for hours as it sinks into the never-ending sky
And my tears flow as it disappears
It is replaced with a new circle of light
More yellow and more bright
It makes me feel scared and watched by strangers
Eyes are looking at me as my face rains with sadness
Where is my precious? My love? My life?
Where is the light when it's dark outside?
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
you compared yourself
to the moon
hideous, unwanted
you shine in the night
when it's cold
some said you're beautiful
I believed you are
but more than that
you underestimated the moon
not knowing that
i am a selenophile
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
I love the moon
Nights, stars...
Especially the pitch blackened sky,
As the Cool breeze
mollifies me.
I could feel falling deep in to the galaxy as i paves the way for tranquility
The Darkness we experience under the calmness of moon is quite different
This calmness soothes the soul...
Heavy hearts becomes lite...
Feeling the gentle pet kisses by the light breezes makes us blush
We find more meaningful- self w
moon
As i found all my answers to the darkest secrets.
He keeps them safe, with no judgements
He's the epitome of soulful love.
~ASelenophile🌚♥️
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC
Dark streets, darker skies
Until the lass emerges
To guide the night folk
Apr 10, 2022
Apr 10, 2022 at 9:25 AM UTC