Poems About The Moon

The moon, the moon, the moon Hangs up in the sky, A bone-white bone-house, In which the night-light lies; A skull-faced lantern, That grins so ghastly bright, It scares the stars to silence, And makes the mountains tight.

The moon, the moon, the moon Is a ghostly galleon, Tossed upon cloudy seas, The winds of heaven steer; Her mast a silver cross, Her sails the swan's down cast, She glides along the sky, And leaves the world aghast.

The moon, the moon, the moon Is a lady-lantern tall, That walks the heaven's high road, And sees the worlds through all; A fairy ship, that flits Across the drowsy main, And leaves a dreamy wake, On the wakeful world's wide wane.

The moon has set, and the Pleiades; It is midnight, the time is going by, And I sleep alone. All around the house The blowing roses of the wind fall, And the stars are flashing.

And I think, "Who is this that sleeps alone?" I think, "Who are these that sleep alone?" But now, as the dawn starts to grow, I go to the door, and I open it, I go out and I stand, I lift up my head, and I lift up my arms, And the dew on my arms and my head is cold.

The moon is high, a white lantern Swinging above the earth's dark trees, And in the fields the rabbits Sit and watch it, as if to see Something they have forgotten Return to them across the air.

All the while it is growing, Silent and serene, Till it fills the sky Like a great balloon, Then slowly wanes, Leaving the rabbits To their watchfulness again.

But what is it they wait for? Something they have forgotten, Something that has not yet happened To them or to the world.

And so they sit, Ears pricked, Watching the moon.

Oh, moon so bright and fair,
Your glow casts shadows everywhere,
I close my eyes and start to sway,
To your melodic lullaby so gay.

As the night falls upon us,
The moon shines bright and just,
A melody fills the air,
A serenade so pure and rare.

A symphony of craters and light,
An orb so colossal and bright,
A splendor for everyone to see,
A marvel of infinity.

Oh, moon, a symbol of divinity,
A celestial beauty for infinity,
Your presence brings peace and calm,
A reminder of a love so warm.

Medium Poems

The moon shines bright
In the inky night
A gentle, silvery glow
That soothingly descends below

The crickets chirp
As shadows lurk
But the moon remains steadfast
Watching over us till the dawn at last

So close your eyes
And let out sighs
For the moon will keep guard
It's an eternal, celestial bard

Of dreams and wonder
Of hope and thunder
A night-time friend
Until morning's light, it will fend

The moon rose over the sea
In a burst of orange and gold
A beacon of hope
For all those lost and cold

The waves gently kissed the shore
As the moon ascended higher
A sight so serene
It set the heart afire

The sea and the sky
Merged in an endless embrace
And the moon shone down
As if to bestow grace

So let us stand
In awe of the night
For the moon is a symbol
Of love, peace, and light

The moon hung low
In the midnight sky
A celestial show
That drew a sigh

The stars twinkled
Like diamonds in the dark
A scene so sprinkled
With magic and spark

The night was alive
With melody and tune
As if a symphony did arrive
To serenade the moon

And so we dance
With joy in our hearts
To this celestial romance
Till the night departs

Long Poems

Silver Light: Ode to the Moon

Oh, silver orb above in the night sky,
Your beauty and mystique never fail to mystify,
Glistening like a jewel against the black canvas of space,
You bring a sense of calm and a sense of grace.

With each phase, you reveal a different side,
From crescent to full, you silently guide,
Tides ebb and flow in your presence,
As if you have some sort of cosmic essence.

Oh, how you illuminate the darkest of nights,
Guiding lone travelers with your gentle light,
Mystery and enchantment surround your glow,
As you reign over the earth below.

From ancient times, you've inspired art and song,
Romanticized in many a tale so long,
Your face a symbol for love and passion,
Your quiet strength leaves us in awe and admiration.

You are a constant in a world of change,
A reminder of life's underlying range,
Ever present, yet always elusive,
With your secrets kept so reclusive.

Oh, Moon, you are a wonder to behold,
Your story yet to be fully told,
Shrouded in mystery and magic untold,
Your beauty will never grow old.