Moon Poems
Fern Hill
by Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
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Inchcape Rock
by Robert Southey
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The Ship was still as she could be;
Her sails from heaven received no motion,
Her keel was steady in the ocean.
Without either sign or sound of their shock,
The waves flow’d over the Inchcape Rock;
So little they rose, so little they fell,
They did not move the Inchcape Bell.
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Lucy Gray, Or Solitude
by William Wordsworth
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:
And, when I crossed the wild,
I chanced to see at break of day
The solitary child.
No mate, no comrade Lucy knew;
She dwelt on a wide moor,
- The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door!
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The Brook
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
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Night
by William Blake
The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.
Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
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Falling Stars
by Carpe Diem
My gaze is turned above.
Trees fall down and streets elope and face follows a frown,
Of straight along and circly roads won't further mark my path,
So step for step just past the grass and you there somewhere dad
But the light that fills my eyes is still so rare and so delight,
Why as I reach the follow rise and walk to watch her dream,
The slide gathers like a woven thread just knitted by the beam
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poke the moon, is yourself to sway
by atef ayadi
you stand, fist raised,
against the mountain’s face.
each strike an echo
that only you embrace.
you call it yoga.
i call it poking the moon.
so drop the hammer,
left or right.
let your hand
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The wolf moon
by John Hughes
He looks into the great yellow wolf eye moon sphere looking glass
It makes sense that he would look in on us
How have I never noticed him before
The great wolf beast stares and stares, looking for a man strong enough to see the world aflame in his heart
And then to reciprocate that fire in our bereft world
This vessel needs a flame burning
And the wolf is here to grant it
His wisdom says
Be hungry
The moon is a sickle
by John Hughes
The moon is a sickle to plunge out of the sky and pierce me down in my heart deep
I love the moon but that’s the fate of love for me
The earth calls upon the moon to harm me and put me down to my knees
Crimson Sky
by Ghairo Daniels
CRIMSON SKY
A crimson Sky breaks the distant shore
stargates opened veils upon veils
portals portending lyrical lemon drops
or so it seemed
since senses were lost
in open labyrinth lots
angels poured purple pearls
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William Butler Yeats (58 poems about Moon)
W.B. Yeats] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland -
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