"tsuki" poems - Hello Poetry

_Do you not look at the moon_ _and love it for the way it reflects the sun_ _and think it beautiful regardless of the craters and scars_ _The night is not seen in darkness_ _but in the moonlight_

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Apr 22, 2019

Apr 22, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC

williamisaghost

Tsuki

_Do you not look at the moon_ _and love it for the way it reflects the sun_ _and think it beautiful regardless of the craters and scars_ _The night is not seen in darkness_ _but in the moonlight_

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I know of the nights you were afraid of the moon. You’ve told me how when you were a child you run from it because it was chasing you. But you’ve grown to learn that being afraid of the moon is like being afraid of your own shadow. I know of the nights that it still haunts you, though. I know of the nights when you prefer to stay under a roof than to go outside and see the wide, night sky Because you see, I know of the nights that you despised the moon for being too proud Outshining the numerous stars that are giving all they got, even their life, just to catch our attention. You said that one day she’ll come and get you. That the tin roof above you would no longer be enough to hide you from her piercing eyes and one day she’ll finally come and get you. That one day, she’ll outshine you too. I remember that night when you told me you couldn’t answer my call because You were too busy silencing the craters of the moon crashing in your room. And I believed you. I believed you for you always liked the darkness of your room. You always liked the clutter of your ***** laundry overflowing its basket, the crumpled papers of what you call “trash poetry” mixing up with wrappers of chocolates and coffee powder and your ***** laundry and --- You always liked to curl up in your tiny bed, not minding its untidiness because you never had the strength to fix it this morning. I always wanted to tell you that I should be the one to say sorry for not being there for you. I’m sorry that the only thing I could give you is a call. I’m sorry I couldn’t even open your windows and tell you that the moon is already gone, and the sun is already shining bright and the world is waiting for you. You, little son of the sun, should not stay in the dark. I’m sorry I couldn’t get you out of the dark. But I wish I could tell you that you were made to outshine the moon and everything else. You were made to turn night to day. I have too many wishes, too many words I wish I could tell you Like how it is not your fault It was never your fault and never going to be your fault That we are but a speck of dust, a mere human that destiny is not something we can overpower Well, we might move it a little if we struggle a bit harder But some circumstances can just happen out of nowhere. I wish I was more talkative so I could’ve silenced the whispers I wish my voice was enough to silence the whispers I could’ve screamed to the top of my lungs or even higher Just to save you from falling too deep and drowning under your covers. But we are nothing but a moon apart, never meant for each other right from the start Yet with this time I got I hope you’d let me stay and fight To become stronger, to become better, not only to save myself but to save you from this dark night For you, my mighty knight, is worth saving too. No, you are not merely worth saving but worth loving, worth keeping, worthy of everything that this night is hiding And you deserve that. So with this time I got I hope you’d keep me inside your heart so you will float And I could dive under your covers to save you Or I could climb to your roof to cover you Keep the craters of the moon from hitting you. And not let the moon overshadow you until you learn to put her brightness to shame.

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Mar 7, 2019

Mar 7, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC

kimohtherapy

Ta(tsuki)te

I know of the nights you were afraid of the moon. You’ve told me how when you were a child you run from it because it was chasing you. But you’ve grown to learn that being afraid of the moon is like being afraid of your own shadow. I know of the nights that it still haunts you, though. I know of the nights when you prefer to stay under a roof than to go outside and see the wide, night sky Because you see, I know of the nights that you despised the moon for being too proud Outshining the numerous stars that are giving all they got, even their life, just to catch our attention. You said that one day she’ll come and get you. That the tin roof above you would no longer be enough to hide you from her piercing eyes and one day she’ll finally come and get you. That one day, she’ll outshine you too. I remember that night when you told me you couldn’t answer my call because You were too busy silencing the craters of the moon crashing in your room. And I believed you. I believed you for you always liked the darkness of your room. You always liked the clutter of your ***** laundry overflowing its basket, the crumpled papers of what you call “trash poetry” mixing up with wrappers of chocolates and coffee powder and your ***** laundry and --- You always liked to curl up in your tiny bed, not minding its untidiness because you never had the strength to fix it this morning. I always wanted to tell you that I should be the one to say sorry for not being there for you. I’m sorry that the only thing I could give you is a call. I’m sorry I couldn’t even open your windows and tell you that the moon is already gone, and the sun is already shining bright and the world is waiting for you. You, little son of the sun, should not stay in the dark. I’m sorry I couldn’t get you out of the dark. But I wish I could tell you that you were made to outshine the moon and everything else. You were made to turn night to day. I have too many wishes, too many words I wish I could tell you Like how it is not your fault It was never your fault and never going to be your fault That we are but a speck of dust, a mere human that destiny is not something we can overpower Well, we might move it a little if we struggle a bit harder But some circumstances can just happen out of nowhere. I wish I was more talkative so I could’ve silenced the whispers I wish my voice was enough to silence the whispers I could’ve screamed to the top of my lungs or even higher Just to save you from falling too deep and drowning under your covers. But we are nothing but a moon apart, never meant for each other right from the start Yet with this time I got I hope you’d let me stay and fight To become stronger, to become better, not only to save myself but to save you from this dark night For you, my mighty knight, is worth saving too. No, you are not merely worth saving but worth loving, worth keeping, worthy of everything that this night is hiding And you deserve that. So with this time I got I hope you’d keep me inside your heart so you will float And I could dive under your covers to save you Or I could climb to your roof to cover you Keep the craters of the moon from hitting you. And not let the moon overshadow you until you learn to put her brightness to shame.

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you told me to remember tsuki moon we swam in a sea of green clippings drank the dew gulped it generously letting it fill our lungs sinking into the tub of moonlight bathing bodies before callusing our feet we walked until our soles bled from jagged prairies of gravel and our souls were weary about continuation of something words don't do justice oh my, to be under that beloved tsuki

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Sep 9, 2013

Sep 9, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC

marsha-lynn

月影

you told me to remember tsuki moon we swam in a sea of green clippings drank the dew gulped it generously letting it fill our lungs sinking into the tub of moonlight bathing bodies before callusing our feet we walked until our soles bled from jagged prairies of gravel and our souls were weary about continuation of something words don't do justice oh my, to be under that beloved tsuki

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Tonight I see you. In the silence of this night, your glow is loud. It speaks to me. It calms me. I know now why the wolves call out to you, howling in hopes that you'll hear them. They wish to convey gratitude for showing them that the sun still shines even during the darkest of nights.

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Jul 24, 2014

Jul 24, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC

monkeyzazu

Tsuki

Tonight I see you. In the silence of this night, your glow is loud. It speaks to me. It calms me. I know now why the wolves call out to you, howling in hopes that you'll hear them. They wish to convey gratitude for showing them that the sun still shines even during the darkest of nights.

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W-ounded she was scarred ,she still feels the pain O-h the pain she couldnt bear one that drove her insane U-nderestimating the damage,Now she weeps for her bane N-ever had she imagined ,the sorrows that would stain D-istorting images that would strain ****** her brain made her sane T-he sounds torment,twisting her veins H-arsh realities those which never wane A-nd even still ,she cries in vain T-he past still whispers like a weeping swain N-ever object ,never complain E-teched and carved but she couldnt explain V-ulnerable wound ;forever remains E-nraged her soul which drenched in rains R-avens flew;she stared them through ;the window's pane H-earing the echoes,forgotten arcanes E-agerness betrayed her she was never fain A-che still lingers so she drugged herself ******* L-unacy drove her mad and now she was dead and lain A-nger burnt her alive but she still couldnt complain M--adness made her demonic and now she wears her chains I'-ntricated with restrictions she holds herself abstain S-eculuded in her solace a fear she still contains E-mpathy she had lost, one she never had to gain R-efrained the sentiments inside just so she would retain Y-et she still sobs; behind that old chayne T-he anguish she lives with while being still and plain H-ear this message dear i beseech and constrain A-gony strips and rips her but the clearity she maintains T-he porcelien smile ;one for which she trains N-ot letting it show; the misery she obtains E-legance she tries to mask; beyond her domains V-engeance bleeds inside ;mascarred and slain E-rupts from her bones until it sprains R-an and ran forever; and now she holds her cane E-nd her pain forever let her rest and lain N-ested in some peace a peace that she disdains D-ie and demise she sings with the cranes S-epulchural wounds and agonies For always would be her deign _____tsuki no ume~

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Jul 25, 2025

Jul 25, 2025 at 2:19 PM UTC

tsuki-no-ume-1

"The Pain that Lingers~"

W-ounded she was scarred ,she still feels the pain O-h the pain she couldnt bear one that drove her insane U-nderestimating the damage,Now she weeps for her bane N-ever had she imagined ,the sorrows that would stain D-istorting images that would strain ****** her brain made her sane T-he sounds torment,twisting her veins H-arsh realities those which never wane A-nd even still ,she cries in vain T-he past still whispers like a weeping swain N-ever object ,never complain E-teched and carved but she couldnt explain V-ulnerable wound ;forever remains E-nraged her soul which drenched in rains R-avens flew;she stared them through ;the window's pane H-earing the echoes,forgotten arcanes E-agerness betrayed her she was never fain A-che still lingers so she drugged herself ******* L-unacy drove her mad and now she was dead and lain A-nger burnt her alive but she still couldnt complain M--adness made her demonic and now she wears her chains I'-ntricated with restrictions she holds herself abstain S-eculuded in her solace a fear she still contains E-mpathy she had lost, one she never had to gain R-efrained the sentiments inside just so she would retain Y-et she still sobs; behind that old chayne T-he anguish she lives with while being still and plain H-ear this message dear i beseech and constrain A-gony strips and rips her but the clearity she maintains T-he porcelien smile ;one for which she trains N-ot letting it show; the misery she obtains E-legance she tries to mask; beyond her domains V-engeance bleeds inside ;mascarred and slain E-rupts from her bones until it sprains R-an and ran forever; and now she holds her cane E-nd her pain forever let her rest and lain N-ested in some peace a peace that she disdains D-ie and demise she sings with the cranes S-epulchural wounds and agonies For always would be her deign _____tsuki no ume~

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Amidst dark moments One brightly lit moon's shining . . . We're always hoping.

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Feb 19, 2019

Feb 19, 2019 at 9:54 AM UTC

JunLit

Tsuki

Amidst dark moments One brightly lit moon's shining . . . We're always hoping.

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