Moonlight Poems
Sun and Moonlit Dreams
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Mysterious and majestic mountains, mellow as gold,
At the sun soaked summits, sweeping clouds enfold,
Basking in brilliant beauty, beneath a boundless blue,
Welcoming willing wonder, while ages wandered by you.
Picturesque, predominant, and so pleasingly permanent,
Enormous, exotic, exhilarating, exalted time testament!
Inspiring imaginative, impassioned, illimitable dreams,
Like the lovely lazy ones, of moonlit lustrous gleams.
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The Effects of Memory
by Michael R. Burch
The Effects of Memory
by Michael R. Burch
A black ringlet curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight ...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
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Fallow Moonlight
by Patti Masterman
Fallow moonlight, under trees
Darkling sun the animals see
Gloom-grey ruins, the fled day glows:
Nothing's bright where nothing grows.
Fallow moonlight, what comes forth
In the darkness' questioned worth?
Shapes around, not fit for day,
Nightmares bound: just let them be.
After
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
On a blooming boulevard of beautiful palm trees,
Fragrances and fronds fluttered in fresh breeze,
Sunset parakeets perched in a purple twilit town,
Hushed moonlight mellowed after the meltdown.
Rainy day poems
by Amy Li
I. Yearning for Control
If I could train emotions like muscle,
fold joy neat, then hide it away-
I'd unwrap it when the world goes cold,
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Rainy day poems
by Amy Li
I. Yearning for Control
If I could train emotions like muscle,
fold joy neat, then hide it away-
I'd unwrap it when the world goes cold,
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The Effects of Memory
by Michael R. Burch
The Effects of Memory
by Michael R. Burch
A black ringlet curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight ...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
......
Fallow Moonlight
by Patti Masterman
Fallow moonlight, under trees
Darkling sun the animals see
Gloom-grey ruins, the fled day glows:
Nothing's bright where nothing grows.
Fallow moonlight, what comes forth
In the darkness' questioned worth?
Shapes around, not fit for day,
Nightmares bound: just let them be.
The Moon Visitation
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Backdoor wide open
A cream moon is coming in
Softly, like a dream.
Beyond red sun, pearly rays
in a lazy, lilac night.
Howling wind whimsy
'midst the fantasy flowers
in plum, pink and green.
Silver moon, always welcome
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Barefoot Tangerine Moon
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Barefoot in luxuriant grass, luscious, pearl moonlight falling down,
In the golden season of sensual thrills, in the hours without sound,
Underneath the tempting tangerine tree, eating of its fragrant fruit,
With the stars dancing to tomorrow, by enigmatic, invisible routes.
Barefoot in peaceful dreamland, caressed softly by romantic moon,
When the ebony world lies in waiting, for the yellow canary's tune,
Barefoot in tangy tangerines, in the warm, soft, wandering breezes,
In the darkest hours of sleepless night, when it seems time ceases.
