Poems about Moon poems

Two statesmen met by moonlight.Their ease was partly feigned.They glanced about the prairie.Their faces were constrained.In various ways aforetimeThey had misled the state,Yet did it so politely

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Now every leaf, though colorless, burns brightWith disembodied and celestial light,And drops without a movement or a soundA pillar of darkness to the shifting ground.The lucent, thin, and alcohol

With musing mind I watch thee steal Above those envious clouds that hid Till now thy face; thou dost reveal More than the glaring sunlight did; So round me woul

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,Thou seemest most charming to my sight;As I gaze upon thee in the sky so high,A tear of joy does moisten mine eye. Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,T

Since the disorders in Henan and the famine in Guannei, my brothers and sisters have been scattered. Looking at the moon, I express my thoughts in this poem, which I send to my eldest brother at Fulia

An old man cocked his car upon a bridge;He and his friend, their faces to the South,Had trod the uneven road. Their hoots were soiled,Their Connemara cloth worn out of shape;They had kept a stead

Hide this one night thy crescent, kindly Moon; So shall Endymion faithful prove, and rest Loving and unawakened on thy breast; So shall no foul enchanter importune Thy quiet course; for now the ni

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