#moonlitprompts

[cruxymox]

we are in a dim pink-lit room, you and i. the night has no power here within

these small walls. outside, the beach waves sad and quiet, trying to destroy us slow. trying to destroy us

gentle.

this room is beyond death, you say, and a small alabaster stone falls from your lips

to the floor. the floor seems so far away sometimes. it rolls briefly, catching glints and shine

of our outside-moon. the nacre dissolves and seeps into the floorboards. the irritant is displayed for all to see.

my hands are closer to your throat now, and

you tell me again. this room is beyond death. from your lips to the floor, the irritant for all to see.

my fingers touch

your skin, and the light waves and flickers.

the ocean soars somewhere else sometimes.

you wear a thin silver chain around your neck, you never take it off, you’ve never told me what it means to you.

this room is beyond death. the sound of them is like rain. the sound of

them is a strange kind of love. i let you fall to the floor after

them, your mouth open, spilling

them your mouth open.

#moonlitprompts #There Were Pearls In Your Throat; or Asphyxiation Communion #prose poetry #poetry #poem

[praggya1993]

You choose the tangible means

To let your mental hurt

Prick your physical being,

Try your best to amplify

The pain that needs

Your assessment and compassion to recede,

Become embroiled in conflict

And view it as a way of coping,

Delve into an obscurity

From which you find no way to exit,

Turn irretrievably oblivious

Of the fact that you need

Yourself the most

To rise and flourish

Without anybody being near

To your body.

#poem #moonlitprompts

[drmorbius12]

I Too

Slow motion ice cracks along dissimilar lines from around cold eyes easing out of dark nights drifting lighter until

This shell of silence breaks releases its hold a silent ringing felt in soft twilight drift warmer winds whisper of things to come

Somewhere hidden among frozen berries one tiny flower pokes its head above the snow to smile with the rising sun

I am born anew

#goose-lit #moonlitprompts #writerscreed

[wordswitch]

the night is wide awake and it's one of those nights when i have to indulge myself in work, yet my mind's driftin' away and i want to run out in the woods where i can sit alongside the wolves and howl in unison, under the moonlight.. 🌙

— wordswitch

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[semjase]

Moonlight

Anchored by the sweet melodic hum

of the cold starry night, a Selene

soul dancing in it's magnificent

beauty with moonlight dripping in

her pale white skin that glows

immensely in the dark.

With sea of stars clearly visible in

her oceanic blue eyes, — sparkling

through the rythymn of the peaceful

moonlight, an ethereal beauty was

born, — oh, lovely moonchild you are

amazing and wonderfully made.

In her every compassionate touch,

from skin to skin, hand to hands,

she leaves a dazzling wonderful

traces of the galaxies, swirling in

her entirety, sharing a pleasant yet

vouching certitude.

Anchored with solitude in a starry

night sky, there was she — the

moonlight, in her graciousness she

was casting out the shadows of the

gloomy nights, erasing fears that

lurks in the darkness.

Her presence feels like an abyss of

peace, drowning him in his ethereal

infinity with love transcending up

high to the stars, if she could only

stop those hearts from breaking due

to loving her in a complete distant.

Though she shall not live in vain,

nor them, nor the man of her dreams,

if she could only ease every pain

from aching too much or maybe just

cool it off away — oh baby she will,

with her love transmuted to the

Universe's will.

Semjase 6: 04

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[unheardm]

Just a midnight thought❤

Read my thoughts on YourQuote app at https://www.yourquote.in/unheard-notes20-ckgli/quotes/moon-comes-sky-it-s-time-say-goodbye-bor3a3

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[praggya1993]

Wind down and lay

On the bed that awaits

Your wholesome presence,

Let your eyes be suffused

With everything you've dreamt

While you were awake and vibrant.

Relieve your fatigue

Forget about the aches

That haunt you in a corner

Of your mind,

Your obsessions and hindrances

That make you falter sometimes.

Surrender to the midnight sojourn

That unfolds as the lights go out,

Inhale the silence so serene

Exhale all that is meant to be fleeting

Throughout this time.

#poem #moonlitprompts

[praggya1993]

If there's an end

To your rich dark thoughts

That fall like a blanket

Over my shoulders wrought

I don't want to see it tonight.

If there's a day

When the trust written

All over your face

Slowly disappears with

The stealthily rising sun ahead

I don't want to think about it today.

If there's a way

By which the beautiful reality

You gift me with

Is bound to vanish

In a dreamy haze,

I want to block every alternate

Pathway in my brain.

Locked with you in an eternal landscape

Where nothing's impossible

Like lovers we melt.

#poem #moonlitprompts #lovers melt

[drmorbius12]

Beware

Beware the creatures of the night

the ones that seek warm blood,

especially when they come creeping,

they’ll smell your tears

and sense your fears

and steal your soul while you’re dreaming.

#moonlitprompts #goose-lit

[praggya1993]

Your conscience doesn't lets you believe

That what you're experiencing

Is the opposite of connectedness

With those whom you adore endlessly.

It makes you ignore

Cast aside the pangs of hurt

That their nonchalance causes.

Nothing makes your heart

Listen to the cries of

The shivering bird within.

You keep living

Besotted by the idea

Not by the reality of soulful connections,

Proving that love is indeed

The title you give it.

#poem #moonlitprompts

[praggya1993]

Just a stroke of your laugh

Is enough to colour the skies

With the hues of spring,

Pause the thundering that

Seems to wreck the nerves

With a solemn portent that

Defies all logic for peace and serenity,

Makes possible an escape

From the air rife with complexities

Into a sanctuary of laid back activities,

Delightful for the mind

That makes subsisting in

The capital of chaos

Look more breathable suddenly.

It's like that ray of sun

That jumps from over the hills

And beyond the trees

To make an intricate life

Seem miraculously easy.

#poem #moonlitprompts #poetry

[praggya1993]

Like honey this yearning feels

Delicate and filled with

Tender pleasures and delight,

Able to leave me afloat

On your charms and passions

Without ever suffusing me

With a slender thought

To come out.

Like wine it sweetly blurs

Every possibility that says otherwise,

Yet makes me open

My twinkling eyes

To a reality where

I cannot have another sip

Of your light.

#poem #moonlitprompts #poetry

[praggya1993]

Words that spell goodbye

Tend to get stuck in the throat

And make it sore with ache,

Their edges jamming against

The soft flesh within

That cannot put up resistance.

They calcify the time that

Readily flows away

Into a gigantic moment

That becomes a memory

And deposits in the depths

Of the mind that refuses to

View it in any other way,

We become glass creatures

Ready to scatter into numerous pieces

When something similar happens again.

#poem #moonlitprompts

[praggya1993]

I can never find a tool

To measure your radiance

And conclude how much of it

You possess.

I can never find a method

To compare your aura

With anyone who's ever walked

Between us.

I can never try to know

How you can change

The colour of the skies

From obscure grays

And make it a reverberating temple

For birds.

There exists no way

To estimate and map an artistry

Of an effervescent life

So rarely seen nowadays.

#poem #moonlitprompts #temple for birds

[praggya1993]

I'm in a shell

Buried since so long within

A place that requires

No obligations and actions.

Stripped of things that

Built a personality and interests,

In a quiet haze i'm left

Counting hours and sheeps afterward.

My eyes burn for brightness

That's punctuated by

Visions of welcoming,

My ears ache for even

Succumbing to a cacophony.

Sometimes it seems

I didn't try to embrace life

Like I should have

If I had,

It hadn't flown away so easily

From my grasp.

#poem #moonlitprompts #im a shell

[praggya1993]

Sometimes life stops rushing

At an incredible pace,

Winding down the circumstances

With a speed of a storm,

Stops making you move

And power through everything

Like a brawny warrior.

And you're left in perpetual passiveness

Sitting under the shade of a dogwood

Remembering all the times

You twisted your knife,

Feeling the blood

The bitterness of everything

As if you've been attacked

With an invisible weapon.

#poem #moonlitprompts #poetry