The Moon

I wondered many times
About the moon and the stars
And how they all shine so bright
I flustered at the sight
Of how stars filled up the sky
Over the moon oh so high.

Why can’t there be more moons
Than stars?
Maybe the sky would be brighter;
Would be lovelier
And I will be alright
I will sleep tight.

I wondered many times
At how you’ve counted the stars
Over the moon so big and wide
Glowing up side by side
The moon with its light beaming
Covering the sky and glowing.

Am I a moon or just one of the stars;
You keep on counting on the skies?

 

 

Pain

Stealthy pains
Furtive lies
Secret implies

I am bleeding.
I am hurting.

From a distance

 

In response to NovemberNotes challenge hosted by Theresa Doughty of Heartstrings Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer.

Day 19 Prompt: Pain Told Love by Tribe Society

Breathe

Breathe, I tell myself to breathe
I can’t afford to cry
In front of those who don’t know
The reason why

I lie

About how I feel.

Please don’t be real
Be a figment of my dreams
Don’t have a face

I lie

About what I see
Blinded by the chaos of this city.

 

 

In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Sarah of Heartstring Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer

Create

P.S.

Poem written by my 14 year old daughter.

 

Full Moon

 

 

Scorned. Mourned.
I can forgo.

I can hate. I can spite.
I can let go.

Devotion. Affection.
I can only do.

For you on that evening;
When the night is beaming.

For you on a full moon;
When you hurt me soon.

Scorned. Mourned.
On that full moon,
I will never let go.