Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jackson Bussey Sep 2020
The Moon is home to those lost in the night
We are drawn to her like moths
In the glow of her pale light
The world feels soft
And welcoming
Suddenly I understand
Details that daylight cannot expose
Only Moonlight.
I wonder why so many people write poems and songs about the moon.
Amanda Hawk Jun 2020
the sunlight
finds my
face

and I no
longer
can sleep

how rude
is the
sun

to force
me
to wake

a rowdy
child
tugging at me

so I can
come and play
with them
Amanda Hawk Jun 2020
absent
in a soft glow
I find myself asleep
lightly gripping
a shadow
laying down, I see
the perfect outline
before dawn
it seems to glow
and I find you
before you disappear
into the daylight
Marion May 2020
Daylights were so much
than expensive goldbars
with your arms securing my chest
in the twenty-fifth of May
covered with comfy bedsheets
and you as my everyday scenery,
my healthy breakfast,
my vitamin A.

But nightfalls were so much
unaware than missed shooting stars
in clouded firmament
with your eyes refused to stay
growing cherry blossoms
as I hope that your feet
became regretful
for stepping to the nothingness
to the process of forgeting
until to the complete unknown

— marion.
Daisy Greene Apr 2020
How many times do
You remember the
Light touch of
People loving you?

Dancing in the starlight
Asking for your hand
You always laugh,
Lazily standing and spinning
Intriguing me enough to chase after you
Galloping through the clouds.
How are you always just out of my reach?
Teasing me with your eyes, as we do it all again.

Just watch, I beg you
Killing me slowly, with your brightness
Entranced within your holiness, has
Taught me the best way to love is to
Beat the haters at their own game.

Begging is never enough for you
Always pushing me to the edge of
Salvation, how is it you can survive the
Hate that courses in your veins?
Every single one of these stanzas is one that I created separately and then realized they fit together.
Natasha Tai Apr 2020
“speck of sunshine beneath the clouds,
daylight breaks, bring rooster’s sound.
yawns and sighs as time ticks through,
rustling sheets bid me adieu.
farewell, goodbye, I’ll see you soon,
perhaps sometime this afternoon?”
Francie Lynch Apr 2020
The sun sets later,
There's more to see.
The shadows that follow us
Grow longer,
But the nights are shorter;
And the brilliance of morning
Splashes us with a new day
Nothing can disparage.
We have unclimaxed stories,
With heroes not yet heralded.
There is hope in our shadows,
There is peace at dusk.
Sammy Fowler Apr 2020
Water from rain falls on my window pane:
Stars twinkle and shine
even in the daylight
Next page