The moon was all alone at night
A silver solace held so tight
It watched beings leave with weary eyes
And awaited for the morn’s demise
“Unfair” it’ll say
But know it’s right
To truly be
Alone at night
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Author:
Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
A great poem with personification and good rhyme. Well written
Thank you Soren! I appreciate your read
Won't be long before the moon will crave a little solitude as humans crawl all over her.
That’s a wonderful insight Dave, nice to see you again.
Stayed away - 'people are judged by the company they keep'!
The moon has been the subject of so many poems - enjoyed this one too
It has and for a good reason I suppose, it holds a special interest for most of us.
Allie, what a beautiful poem. I love how you give the moon its own quiet voice while exploring what it means to be alone. It's delicate, reflective, and leaves the reader with a lingering sense of calm melancholy. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much Tristan that means a lot to me. I really appreciate how you interpreted that!
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