MOON SHADOW

My favorite poem. I had to share it again.

 

 

MOON SHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.

I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.

I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon 
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

Advertisements

SOOTHING

 

valeris-media:

“Isotonic Jacuzzi Process” serie by VALERIS

 

The sea flows through me.

I’m part of it, you see.

Water fills my cells.

It rings all my bells.

Sunlight keeps me warm.

Nature is true to form.

It protects us.

It nurtures us.

We’re all connected.

No less is expected.

 

MOONLIGHT PAIN

 

rememberless:

 

I cry alone in the dark night.

The sun refuses to share light.

Lit by a fire from within.

Moonlight hits me like a sharp pin.

I grow paler by the day.

In this world I cannot stay.

Without light I will die.

My white petals will fly.

I’m left to be a thin stick

As I grow tired and sick. 

 

MOONSHADOW

MOONSHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.

I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.

I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon 
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

HELLO MOON

Source:e-letricfuneral 

 

Hello moon.

Hello night sky.

Hello cold night air.

Goodbye sunlight.

Goodbye warmth.

Goodbye safety.

Hello moon.

BOOKS

patrick-daniel

 

No reason to leave a room such as this.

Books for sustenance.

Sunlight for refreshment.

Words for the soul.

 

TWO-FACED WONDER

Beautiful rose.
Soft and velvety.
Protected by sharp thorns.
Bright in the sunshine.
Dark in the moonlight.
A two-faced wonder.

DIE

Not so easy to kill The Dead.

A knife through the eye.

Won’t kill them.

A drink of poison.

Won’t kill them.

Let’s add some sunlight.

A sure hot spot for them.

A beheading for dinner.

Will clear the riffraff away.

A witch’s spell could do the trick.

Be careful of your weapon of choice.

The Dead don’t die easily.

THE DEAD GAME

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
http://bit.ly/1lFdqN

Source:drain-my-head

A QUIET SPOT

In a quiet spot.

On a soft chair.

In the sun’s spotlight.

I will read a book.

Eyes wide open.

Mind set to explore.

Sunlight streaming in.

I will read a book.

Hands trembling.

Tears falling.

Sun warming my body.

I will read a book.

Source:bloodandchampagne.com

BLANKET OF FLOWERS

woodendreams

(by Derek Kind)

Take me to the light that shines bright

in the far reaches of the deep forest.

I want to bask in its heavenly glow

until the moon raises its spotlight.

Let the leaves tickle my hot skin

as I lie down on a sheet of grass.

Cover with me with a blanket of flowers

as bright as the rainbow overhead.

Sleep follows me to my private spot,

where animals frolic in freedom.

I’m floating in the sky above the branches,

looking down at my sleeping form.

Contentment relaxes my face

as my eyelids twitch in tune with my dreams. 

Too soon the night will come,

bringing with it the dark and cold.

I must come back on the morrow

to finish the dreams I have just begun.