Moon About Poems - Poems about Moon About

...The moon looks lonely tonight. Or maybe it always was. I don’t know. I never really noticed before. it always seemed so bright, so surrounded, so admired. How could something so full of light ......

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... The more hate I hear and see… the more I want to write about love, my friends and family… about nature the stars, the moon…about compassion and music and art. This helps the hate that enters t......

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...It is all in the past now, But there was a time, When no hat in its right mind would want to be the one, To sit upon my head, As the chance of a place for life, Not likely on this head, Becaus......

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...Max is coming to spend the night. I am over the moon about it, him being my grandson. We have tried this two or three other times. It has never worked out. He was younger then. He is four-years an......

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...A MOMENT IN ETERNAL TIME Pearly lilies nodding heads At eve loitering in garden, Crescent Moon about to peep. ......

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...While talking to the moon about my day How strange, when from the east, a minstral wind As sleeping trees began to gently sway Dead leaves upon the ground found life again I cast my gaze out o'......

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...I told my story to the moon this morning and he was excited at my new honey words that breaks the ear of it beauty, I think the sun was angry because I saw her walked away with a battered black f......

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...Kenny is suddenly, Luminously, animated; with a grin that could crack a safe! He whistles to get your attention, then beckons you over to the parted curtains. He has something to share wit......

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...The moon had long since it spoke to me About its pearly star I ask her to sit in my bed So I could take from her a spoon of light One summer evening I saw her at my window And opened it ri......

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...Endymion, a simple title I must impose upon He, son of Zeus, fell in love with Diana Goddess of the Moon, about him, nightly she swooned and bathed him in her light, She went to Zeus, asking for ......

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...I crumble with a setting sun The colors streak and I come undone Quiet invades despite cicadas sick Emerging a year late on a low burnt wick Colors infect the sky like spilt paint An early moo......

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