Poems About: MOON
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
Moon of leaves,
Moon of the falling leaves,
To you I bring the slippers
of the sun.
That you may dance upon the
floor of sun, read more »Harry Crosby
86.Seven Deadly Sins: Envy
The sun gazed in silence upon the silver moon,
Jealous and angry that the moon shone every night.
In silent envy, she impatiently waits
For the moon to move, and for it to be her turn to emerge. read more »Katie Jensen
87.The Moon Is In Love
What a beautiful night
The moon is up there above
Rending delights read more »Sossi Khachadourian
88.Teach Me O Moon
Teach me O moon to be just like you
Teach me O moon to glow brightly as you do
To glow so strongly more than any shiny star
Teach me O moon to be so beautiful as you are read more »Jawad Al Harake
89.Like the moon Like me
Like the moon and the star
staying there in silence
A star falls is a single tear
the moon turns into shadows read more »sarah frank
The moon so often applied as a metaphor
in a poem that murmurs of Love and Desire. read more »Garry Burdick
A source of inspiration.
A research centre for years.
A religious belief.
A friend in the darkness. read more »ajay srivastava
92.Season Come Season Go
Season come and season go
Tis the moon change in the
Season read more »Carolyn Sears
93.CYBER CAFE EMBARRASSMENT.
She embarrassed too much the moon,
And for the fact she enjoyed it the dawn,
Watching secretly not to open the truth,
But to open because of denials the moon, read more »BUNMI OROGUN SAMUEL
94.The Two Moon Junction
I want to be there in the ‘Two Moon Junction’ For Ever.
Where these two moons are competing with each other. read more »IndraNeel SatyaNaga
95.Modern Love XXXIV (sun and moon in love)
enamored moon rides a saddle of tears
wearing a belt of silver pistols
on a black star drenched stallion
tender sun wears four bodices of dawn read more »Liberatore Suffoletta
96.me and the night moon
since i was achild i was looking for the sky and see the moon in the night and asking my self what is this?
and when i was in my youth and my heart started to be mature i was asking why lovers always speak about the moon?
but suddenly i met her
suddenly i loved her read more »ayman ghamry