Poems about Moon poems

Written in July, in an arbourThou silver deity of secret night, Direct my footsteps through the woodland shade; Thou conscious witness of unknown delight, The Lover's guardian, and the Mu

IThe Moon is like a ping-pong ball;I lean against the orchard wall,And see it soar into the void,A silky sphere of celluloid.Then fairy fire enkindles it,Like gossamer by taper lit,Until it g

Full moon jagsRound this little townSwinging low and deepWithin without a soundRocking through some heartsPassing brightly by a fewRolling house after housePicking out quarters forShiny piggie

Blossoming from the rockA soul of a desperate lockBecomes one with the blue moonHues of blue and grayA due of death todayA blue moon rises in the westIt seemed so long agoWhen the moon was so

moon, moon, crazy moonnatural moontorn apart and snoozing moon; lovely moon, romantic moonpoor poor moon the romance plucked out of its drab surface; moon moon going wildmoon moon running away

It's said the moon has power over man -It governs our body mechanisms, Rising and falling biorhythms, Lunar months during pregnancy, And it plays with our minds: The full moon is captivating -

The sunset melts upon the Nile, The stony desert glows, Beneath heaven's universal smile, One burning damask rose; And like a Peri's pearly boat, No longer than a span, Look, faint on fiery sky

The dark moon is risingNo silver left to seeThe crone has awakenedHer power flows in meThe dark storm is comingThe rain pouring downThe thunder raises powerAs lightening takes groundThe dark

The Full Moon was in the LakeThe Lake was in the Full MoonThe Water lilies wide awakeThe stars swimming too, strewnBiting chill was in the airRolling silence of the landscapeShadows and shapes

The Hunter's Moon rides high, High o'er the close-cropped plain; Across the desert sky The herded clouds amain Scamper tumultuously, Chased by the hounding wind That yelps behind. The clamorou

I watched the Moon around the HouseUntil upon a Pane -- She stopped -- a Traveller's privilege -- for Rest -- And there uponI gazed -- as at a stranger -- The Lady in the TownDoth think no inci

The beautiful and slender young New Moon, In trailing robes of pink and palest blue, Swept close to Venus, and breathed low: 'A boon, A precious boon, I ask, dear friend, of you.''O queen of li