Luna... Forgive my absence, dear wanderer, maker of night shadows, queen of the sunless sky... I have rightfully stolen a moment from
By Lamar Wiggins3 months ago in Poets
Dear patient keeper of sky’s slow breath, Forgive me for taking so long to tell you this. You watched me stumble through every season,
By Pamela Dirr3 months ago in Poets
A place where it started, The place that I go, To rewrite the rules, From long ago The moon and the stars, The spark in the night,
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)3 months ago in Poets
The path of light, which shimmering, trails From the channel you carve through the inky veil Of a wandering galaxy, chasing its nine tails,
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
The dusk drips gold on furrowed ground, I walk where laughter used to bloom; the ghosts of seasons gather ‘round, their murmurs rise, then fade too soon,
By SUEDE the poet3 months ago in Poets
Great protector of the elves, I thank thee. Ye lady of the ancient nighttime light that guided us From the times of darkness eternal into the time of light.
By Callum Summers3 months ago in Poets
Letter to the Moon An elderly mother sits by her lonely window, her thin hands clasped tight against her chest, her breath slow with the weight of fear,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Mind Muse Ruminations of various forms of abuse Of trauma Of guilt and shame Of the failure to listen to my highly-tuned intuition
By Jessica Amber Barnum (Jess)3 months ago in Poets
The Long Spelling of Us We started as a scribbled note on crumpled notebook lines. Two letters trading glances in a forest full of signs.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
Dear Moon, dark and glowing I’ve finally arrived to raise my humble head to you. And as I do, I hear the howls and hoots of other humbled heads. It is not only me you speak to.
By Christopher Falcione3 months ago in Poets
pretty leaves upon the trees out swaying in the wind paint a picture of a different life that once was lived calmer and more colorful, they swayed in years of old
By angela hepworth3 months ago in Poets
You reap what you sow But the reverse is true, too You sow what you've reaped For nothing is new * I think of old age
By Kenny Minker3 months ago in Poets
