Moon Romantic Poems

Look in the sky where the sun
shining like light, feel this light.
It is that light which is your eye power
without light, you are like only...

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Before the day is over
I say goodnight to you 
A minute before midnight 
Is when I usually do
Then when I rise before all else
I send...

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Anna Belle 1619 (Part One)

She set out to Jamestown in 1619
She's a Nordic ship on the sea
She's purple in shades in streams
She bathes in the...

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Holding onto that day 
You lifted my chin 
Lost in your eyes
Kissing you was a win

Every "I love you" and giggle 
Lifting me higher than...

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You, me, seashore, one place, one earphone,  
Coconut with two straws—one ice cream, two noses.  
Cold winds, but your warmth wraps me whole,...

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Through shadowy veils of my mournful mind is
the vastness of iridescent stars,
their hopeful light does not comfort me.
The very thought of not being in the...

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We rode on bus with a crescent moon in the horizon.
We sat together in silence with feelings of love uprisen.
We travelled to a restaurant for...

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pulsating periwinkle stars dot the sky-
under a lavender moon we make sweet love
on silk-soft sand two passionate lovers lie
as heavenly hosts serenade from above
all around...

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"Enti agmal bent fel donia," he whispered so lovingly.
"Shokran awi ya ostaz el wasim," she replied tenderly.
"3afwan ya amar, meaning more beautiful than the moon."...

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up from the east
rose the sun for a feast
with the moon who was still up at dawn
the two for a banquet 
upon a tartan blanket
and...

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I waited for a moment of silence.
For my heart to find the right beat
And immerse my soul into romance. 
For the thrill it possessed was...

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beautiful flower 
she is in love with the moon
writes lovely poems...

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I stare toward the red half-moon,
I wonder if I will see you soon....

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A feeling likened to shadowed depths,
Encircled by walls of icy whispers.
An emptiness, echoing in the chest—
In time, it transformed,
A beacon brightening a soul adrift.

Gentle fingertips...

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Serene, the crisp of apple cider days
Each morning lightly misted. Its mystique  
Perhaps a guise to hide from eyes the ways
The pink hydrangeas rusted;...

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