The Moon will shine,
Without your smile,
But no longer shall it be,
A Moon that shines for me,
Gone are the days,
When you'd just stay,
So close, smiling at me.
The Moon is cold,
So I am told,
And winter's here for me,
When love is gone,
There is no Sun,
The Moon is all I see.
Oh lonely Moon, my lonely Moon,
Poor orphan in the sky,
Detached from mother Earth,
Your barren surface has no life,
No hope, no love, no mirth.
Oh Moon alone,
Made out of stone,
Rotating in the sky,
A phantom ship,
No life to grip,
No tears to even cry,
No one can feel your loneliness,
As deeply as can I.
Such an awesome write worthy of a full vote, Congrats, Sandra.....10+++++
Blown away by your comment and very grateful! . Thank you very much.
This here poem is so moving, and emotional...and I truly love it. I can relate to it perfectly too. Your descriptive feelings say it all. Beautiful poem!
I love the way you wrote about the moon being cold and distant. Most people idolize the moon and you spoke the truth.
Moon is moon, it's sometimes tired of routine but rises again as crescent. Love may be dormant sometimes but it never dies. A nice poem from a very good poetess.
Why do I find myself always coming back to this poem? Because it is one of the best poems ever written
I am so intrigued about your use of the moon- -most people just leave it sailing through the night sky. You boarded the moon, you gave it life- an orphan of its Mother Earth, [that is so powerful].. I am in love with your closing stanza- - - -]Oh Moon alone, Made out of stone, Rotating in the sky, A phantom ship, No life to grip, No tears to even cry, No one can feel your loneliness, As deeply as can I........................................ This is excellent writing and as excellent a closure as any I have seen. Brilliant. Deserving of at least a 10. Has it ever been made Poem of the Day? It should be.