#poem about the moon

[hauntedandwholesome]

I’m climbing a ladder straight to the moon.

Her glow is gentle, never painful or cruel.

She guides the sleepless souls through the inky skies.

When you can’t bask in the moonlight,

You can rely on the magic from her dark side.

[jellysshitpoems]

Gentle Hands - Poem by me (jellysshitpoems)

[im-writing-and-its-nice]

Silver rose

Do you remember when the moon had a voice?

And how sweetly she'd sing to us?

Quiet as a whisper, kind as a friend's eyes

Magical as a silver rose

Sometimes I cannot recall all of the words

But she always sang about stars

She would refer to them as her "little ones"

And knew all of their names by heart

[nighmares-art-and-stories]

Night Sky

The moon is shining in the night, A certain beautiful sight.

But sitting at the window sill, My mind feels rather still.

A wanting in the soul, Watching the moon shift from wane to full.

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@alaralee

[asoftepiloguemylove]

William Shakespeare // pinterest // Feel Good (2020-2021) cr. Joe Hampson & Mae Martin // Natalie Diaz These Hands, If Not Gods // Sandra Cisneros Woman at Hollering Creek: Stories; "Never Marry a Mexican" // Holland NUMBER BOY // Richard Siken Crush // 스물다섯 스물하나 Twenty-Five Twenty-One (2022) dir. Jung Ji-hyun // Sappho // Dodie She // Maureen Seaton Furious Cooking; "Swan Lake" // unknown // Frank Ocean Forrest Gump // แปลรักฉันด้วยใจเธอ I Told Sunset About You / I Promised You the Moon (2020-2022) dir. Naruebet Kuno & Tossaphon Riantong // Danez Smith Recklessly (via @tendermimi)

[lxvenderjewel]

stars

why do you look at me like i hung the stars?

it’s much more likely that it was you

sparkling even in smothering dark

even i could shine if i was next to you

we’re like the moon and sun

i’m only there because you are too

but you don’t need me to be yourself

and when i’m the moon, i rarely get to see you

we’re like light and a black hole

you glow in so many shades of blue

but of course, i suck it all up

and leave you without a clue

why do you look at me like i hung the stars?

don’t you know i hung them for you?

[causalityparadoxes]

Alternatively, the Doctor calms down reciting a poem that references the Master, not because of sappy emotions. But because its a reminder that they CANNOT let that fucker outlive them.

Can't die here just because you're scared. If you do then the Master wins. They could even take the 'Last of the Timelords' title and you know they'd be insufferably smug about that

[apoemaday]

Facts About the Moon

by Dorianne Laux

The moon is backing away from us an inch and a half each year. That means if you’re like me and were born around fifty years ago the moon was a full six feet closer to the earth. What’s a person supposed to do? I feel the gray cloud of consternation travel across my face. I begin thinking about the moon-lit past, how if you go back far enough you can imagine the breathtaking hugeness of the moon, prehistoric solar eclipses when the moon covered the sun so completely there was no corona, only a darkness we had no word for. And future eclipses will look like this: the moon a small black pupil in the eye of the sun. But these are bald facts. What bothers me most is that someday the moon will spiral right out of orbit and all land-based life will die. The moon keeps the oceans from swallowing the shores, keeps the electromagnetic fields in check at the polar ends of the earth. And please don’t tell me what I already know, that it won’t happen for a long time. I don’t care. I’m afraid of what will happen to the moon. Forget us. We don’t deserve the moon. Maybe we once did but not now after all we’ve done. These nights I harbor a secret pity for the moon, rolling around alone in space without her milky planet, her only child, a mother who’s lost a child, a bad child, a greedy child or maybe a grown boy who’s murdered and raped, a mother can’t help it, she loves that boy anyway, and in spite of herself she misses him, and if you sit beside her on the padded hospital bench outside the door to his room you can’t not take her hand, listen to her while she weeps, telling you how sweet he was, how blue his eyes, and you know she’s only romanticizing, that she’s conveniently forgotten the bruises and booze, the stolen car, the day he ripped the phones from the walls, and you want to slap her back to sanity, remind her of the truth: he was a leech, a fuckup, a little shit, and you almost do until she lifts her pale puffy face, her eyes two craters and then you can’t help it either, you know love when you see it, you can feel its lunar strength, its brutal pull.

[pen-pain-poetry]

I told moon about you.

I told moon about you, I told her about your smile, and about your laugh, and how contagious it is, it sparkles my eyes, and soothes my heart.

I told moon about you, I told her about your face, sculpted so slowly, that I find it flawless, Or how often I think about that mole which is placed at perfect place, right where your dimple crease.

I told moon about you, I told her about your heart, bigger than the whole sky, always having so much love, for whatever or whoever comes in your life. I told moon about you, though moon didn't replied, but as I was talking about you, wind gently blew, and stars twinkled bit more, as if agreeing with me, that you are the one.

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Emil Nolde, “Inundation” (nd, watercolor on paper)

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“Time itself does not ‘console,’ as people say superficially; at best it assigns things to their proper place and creates an order.”

~ Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Countess Margot Sizzo-Noris-Crouy, January 6, 1923

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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.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

~ Dylan Thomas

[shrimpricebowl]

brrrrboard

[caligatinsole]

Hang in there, Gemini!

[leavemeslowly]

All my dreams take place in heaven where it is quiet, laying next to you.

Ethel Cain, Crying During Sex

[i-am-not-a-twinkie]

Child of the sun

Who was shining and bright

and child of the moon

Who lived by his light

The sun who shone for all to see

And was deemed a radiant bloom

Who only saw his brilliant light

Reflected in the eyes of the moon

The moon with power other's feared

As strong as the will of the sea

Brought to his knees by the warmth of the sun

By his side was where he longed to be

People said the moon was cold

With no light of his own

The sun saw only beauty

In his soft and eerie glow

People feared the sun would burn

Or his light would blind them

The moon found joy in his bite

And vowed to stand behind him

Their endless dance through the sky

Was plain for all to see

The beauty and grace of a love

That was never meant to be

And yet in the rare twilight

The time they shared together

On mingling breath hushed whispers said

A promise made, to be forever

But the day came the sun shone too bright

And was snuffed out too soon

And without the sun's radiant light

The moon was gone too

[themoonsaid]

everyone has a thousand wishes before a tragedy, but just one afterwords.

Beartown, Fredrick Backman

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Keaton St. James boyhood // mid90s (2018) dir. Jonah Hill // Keaton St. James pretty boy // Kait Kerrigan & Bree Lowdermilk Miles to Go // แปลรักฉันด้วยใจเธอ I Told Sunset About You / I Promised You the Moon (2020-2021) dir. นฤเบศ กูโน Naruebet Kuno & Tossaphon Riantong // Keaton St. James