#poetry about the moon

[fracturedporcelaindoll]

Beautiful~

You see, dearest creature, I could sit up all night: we might go to moonlight ruins, cafés, dances, plays, junketings: converse forever; sleep only while the moon covers herself for an instant with a thin veil;

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West wr. c. September 1928

[candy-colored-misery]

i dont really understand how you cant listen to music and be moved or impacted in some way, or how you can just look outside and not feel the amazement that nature is. the world may be burning around us and engulfing us in agony, but there's a reason why the moon comes back. there's a reason why it hasn't abandoned us.

[jo-icarus]

In solitude and battered promises, i call the Moon by her first name. It's a thing for recluses, and minds with a broken pattern. Carpe diem, seize the day; put no trust in the morrow. Today, tonight is a calm hour. I'll hear the tip toe of the Mares in my slumber. Appears the Moon, she is a beautiful woman with vitiligo, she holds my hands. 'I've received your letters.' She says. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[spiritrosesaga]

The two top images above are pictures I took of the moon when it was full, bright and full of life.

The two images below are poems, and my best attempt to depict the moon's beauty in the loveliest words I could muster.

The poem is dedicated to my wife, who like the moon, expresses her beauty in the most profound ways.

And it's strange because before this, I never saw myself as a poet, able to create poetry but something sparked within me after seeing the moon, powerful and seductive, maybe a calling from the universe, or inspiration from a higher power, divine intervention, or whatever caused it, something within me sparked (I feel it's important to mention before gazing up at Luna, in all her grace, I was weighed down with depressing thoughts, and using words of self-hate against myself because of the meltdown I had previously, which caused a great uproar within my home among my family members, and I hated myself for causing unneeded problems.) but afterwards, all of my fears, sadness, anger, and frustration were washed away by her luminous light, releasing me of negative feelings, as if to tell me, everything is going to be alright.

And that's when the poem sprang from my mind, into words.

[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?

[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.

[canis-dies]

01. The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives // 02. This Post - caranthris on twt // 03. Like The Dawn - The Oh Hellos // 04. Moon - Wikipedia // 05. Moon - Wikipedia // 06. The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives // 07. The Story of the Sun and the Moon: An Inspiration - Michelle Montague // 08. Moonbow - Wikipedia // 09. Moonbow - Wikipedia // 10. I'm Your Man - Mitski // 11. Various Listings - Amazon // 12. DFEM Tarot Deck - cocorrina // 13. Emma - Jane Austen // 14. "Until I started choking on our memories", Out of the ruins - Tina Tran // 15. The Garden of Eden - Ernest Hemingway // 16. Love of the Wolf - Hélène Cixous // 17. I Run Away - Summer Underground // 18. La Création d'Ève - Abel Pann // 19. Genesis 2:22 - Chandler Vinson, A Trivial Devotion // 20. Doggy Style - Maisie Cowell // 21. Unknown // 22. Artificial Intelligence - Wikipedia // 23. The Lovers - Sneha Solanki // 24. This Post - rottingtrouble-child on tumblr // 25. This Post - venomsbite on tumblr // 26. For Your Own Good - Leah Horlick

[flowersandfashion]

Sun & Moon

requested by @oops-it-is-i

[zeb-z]

demon girl tina who shaves her horns down, who tries to be everything a demon isn’t. never angry, never pressed, sweet and easygoing. perfect in every sense of the term. who’s traumatized from purgatory, who’s afraid of losing what she loves as much as she’s afraid of being shunned by who she loves for what she is. for all the imperfections that fracture her perfect image. who craves trust, a place to belong, the secret of who she is just bubbling under the surface, shaved down and hidden just underneath the cat ears she wears.

human girl bagi who embraces imperfection, who loves with loyalty and longevity. who would go to the ends of the earth for her loved ones, knowing their worst sins, their terrible crimes, and going I will love you anyway. I will be there for you anyway. who’s best friend is a demon, who she knows is a demon, who she met at his worst, and wouldn’t let him go through it alone. who understands the importance of secrets, which means she knows the value of honesty, and is ready to lay out all her truths once she cares about someone enough, trusts them enough.

tina getting flighty and nervous when she’s told that it’s love what bagi feels - not because she doesn’t feel the same, but because she does, and it’s all she’s ever wanted, and isn’t that just terrifying? because she doesn’t think she fully deserves it. not yet at least! and she doesn’t want to lose it. imperfect, clumsy, secretly a demon tina, still processing purgatory and everything that came before, so afraid because she believes she can’t measure up. once she’s worked on herself, once she’s perfect, she says. once she stops panicking at purgatory flashbacks, once she stops losing her temper, once she can provide stability, once she’s shaved her horns and they stop growing back - then she’ll be ready. as soon as she’s made herself into something easily lovable.

bagi listens to tina as she spills some of this to her, under the moonlight along the beach. not quite all her worries, but some, just like she had given not quite her whole heart, but a part of it, in that room that represents bagi’s mind. and bagi doesn’t press for more than what she’ll give, because she cherishes what has been given already, because she’s in no rush and has no where else to go, because above all else, she’s in love and willing to wait. and in the meantime, she’ll reassure tina that she doesn’t want perfection - she just wants tina the way she is.

[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

[xitsensunmoon]

Sometimes the urge to make the most cliché and self-indulgent thing is so strong, oh mother, so so strong. To indulge or not to indulge...

[bogslob]

I’m not one for writing but

Something about a Remus Lupin who as a child loved the sky and obsessed over the moon landing. Then he was bitten and decided that the sky could only be bad.

Something about a young Sirius Black who looked at the sky with pride and adoration, after all, his family was the stars and what could be more noble than that. But then he realises how cruel they could be and how much they hurt him and he learns to resent the sky.

Something about a teenaged Remus falling back in love with the heavens, his best friend was a star how could he ever hate him? Maybe he even learns to tolerate the moon, after all, spending full moons with friends who have done the impossible for him was so much better than being alone.

Something about a teenaged Sirius who falls in love with the moon. He might hate how Remus was hurt by it, but to him the moon was Remus, he was what he would think about first when he looked in the sky. And what was more fun than running arround as a dog with his best friends in the middle of the night.

Something about an adult Remus who hates the sky. The moon hurts him and the stars betrayed him. When he looks up at the sky at night he can only think of how empty the universe is and how alone he feels.

Something about an adult Sirius who looks at the sky and hates it. He may always love the moon but when he looks at it all he can think about is how Remus must feel having to endure the transformation on his own and how much he misses his friend.

[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

[asoftepiloguemylove]

LOVE IS A FEAST BUT YOU'VE LEARNED TO ABSTAIN; ON LONELINESS THAT EATS YOU ALIVE

Bob Schofield WIKIPEDIA ARTICLE ABOUT LOVE WITH PLENTY OF CITATIONS (via @masoeuretmoi) // Phoebe Bridgers Moon Song // Olivia Laing The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone // Xooang Choi (via @larameeee) // Fyodor Dostoevsky The Brothers Karamazov // Ocean Vuong Thanksgiving 2006

[leavemeslowly]

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

Ethel Cain, Crying During Sex