Top 100 Poems About: MOON


In this page, poems on / about “moon” are listed.
  • 1.
    And The Moon And The Stars And The World

    Long walks at night--
    that's what good for the soul:
    peeking into windows
    watching tired housewives read more »

    Charles Bukowski
  • 2.
    Clown In The Moon

    My tears are like the quiet drift
    Of petals from some magic rose;
    And all my grief flows from the rift
    Of unremembered skies and snows. read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 3.
    Alone And Drinking Under The Moon

    Amongst the flowers I
    am alone with my pot of wine
    drinking by myself; then lifting
    my cup I asked the moon read more »

    Li Po
  • 4.
    The Moon

    Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide;
    Mortality below her orb is placed.
    --Raleigh read more »

    Henry David Thoreau
  • 5.
    Ballad Of The Moon

    translated by Will Kirkland

    The moon came into the forge
    in her bustle of flowering nard. read more »

    Federico García Lorca
  • 6.
    Mrs Moon

    Mrs Moon
    sitting up in the sky
    little old lady
    rock-a-bye read more »

    Roger McGough
  • 7.
    Ah, Moon—and Star!

    240

    Ah, Moon—and Star!
    You are very far— read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 8.
    The Moon

    The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
    She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
    On streets and fields and harbour quays,
    And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees. read more »

    Robert Louis Stevenson
  • 9.
    01 And The Moon And The Stars And The World

    long walk at night
    the breeze freezes my spirit
    the moon warms it up
    pulling at my poetic soul read more »

    john tiong chunghoo
  • 10.
    Moon Fishing

    When the moon was full they came to the water.
    some with pitchforks, some with rakes,
    some with sieves and ladles,
    and one with a silver cup. read more »

    Lisel Mueller
  • 11.
    There's A Moon Inside My Body

    THE moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it:
    The moon is within me, and so is the sun.
    The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me; but my deaf ears cannot hear it. read more »

    Kabir
  • 12.
    To The Moon

    Art thou pale for weariness
    Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
    Wandering companionless
    Among the stars that have a different birth, - read more »

    Percy Bysshe Shelley
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