#moon poetry

[words-at-night]

[misscrappy]

That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….

Yeah, okay , cool

But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?

[jayvespertine]

someone (me) needs to look at the moon sometimes (always)

[citrangulus]

the whisper of turning pages feels like a secret conversation with history

[khwabeedah]

Maybe he was the love of my life and i just wasn't his...

-D.N.// Excerpt from a book I'll never write

From pinterest//@sundayepiphany<3

[punkpandapatrixkdailyread]

I swim and I swim

into the depths of my mind

there I discovered

broken fragments of myself

I picked one by one

scattered pieces of my mind

like fixing a vase

poured glitter into those cracks

I became pretty

and more than anyone else

indestructible

and hungry for sick vengeance

what I really want

is the flesh of those bastards

who drowned and left me for dead

Chōka

長い歌

[pieceofpoems]

" Chand ki roshni ke hum yaar deewane ho gye, kal yaar vo humare the aaj begaane ho gye "

—Sadiya Ajaz

[niddy-writes-randomly]

The world is ending, and so are you. You feel small in the chaos of the day but when you look up at the stars at the dead of the night, everything's alright.

[wordsfrommoon]

My love for moon will never get fade no matter how many stars will come on my way.

[words-at-night]

[gemrose]

[jayvespertine]

“Someday someone will bring the moon down for you in the shape of their love.”

- dikshasuman

[citrangulus]

sometimes, it's in the quiet moments, a shared glance over morning coffee, where love whispers the loudest, saying everything in a silence that's comfortably loud with 'us'.

[parisdimi]

my beloved moon,

in the quiet solitude of the night, i pour my heart out to you—my confessions whispered into the abyss and carried on the wings of lunar light. your silent presence listens, guiding my tides at each strike of twilight.

my everlasting muse,

you are the heart of my every poem, my every prose, my every longing melody. how easily you’ve captivated my heart, and how willingly i play my part, surrendering to this one-sided lie.

you, my beloved moon, are the most beautiful thing known to man,

and i am but a passerby.

— yshro.

[khwabeedah]

Chalte rahenge kafilein mere bagair bhi yaha,

ek sitara toot jaane se falak tanha nhi hota!

They'll keep moving ahead even without me,

sky will not be alone if one star would fall...

[tookoool]

Mohabbat karne waale

kitne hain zameen par ,

Akela chaand hain jisne

deewana bana diya......✨️

@blushlilyyy 🫶