Poems On Moon And Stars Novels & Stories

Pain stabs at my chest, prickles over my skin, filling me with hatred. The wolves which my sister and I used to sit up listening together now aroused hatred. Irana would wonder into my room some nights and sit next to on the bed, and we'd talk about nothing for hours until we heard the first of the howls. They didn't howl every night, so if it got too late Irana would walk out with a joke of why they weren't singing. 'Maybe they are a little shy tonight' she'd laugh before closing the door. Every night I'd wished for them to sing, but now I wished for them to be silent ghosts, nothing but a bad dream.

Above, stars drifted like living jewels across the vast expanse, their light pulsing softly in the rhythm of the heartbeat of creation itself. Rivers of starlight woods through the marble planes of the heavens, cascading in to luminous falls that disappeared into infinity. At the center of it all stood the moon palace. A structure carved entirely of moonstone and veined with liquid crystal. Within its heart, beneath a high dome that mirrored every phase of the moon, the Moon Goddess stood alone. Her presence glowed with the soft radiance of dusk. Power and leave intertwined. Around her, orbs of light floated gently, carrying the whispers of prayers and dreams sent up from the mortal realm.

Seven months and eighteen days, she carried her baby in her womb and he had stolen the breath of life from his lungs while he was inside of her. Evander knew that his wife wanted to be left alone. He could feel her need to be by herself for a bit in order to let herself break down. His wife is a strong and stubborn woman. She would hold herself together in front of others in order to keep her image, but once she was in solitude, she could truly allow herself to feel strong emotions. Doing what he did best, he ran outside to his barn and grabbed his bow and a sheath of arrows. He tossed both over his shoulder and ran deep into the woods behind their house. He would give his wife time to griev

I'm just jealous of the moon, it has stars surrounding it so the moon isn't lonely. When will I be able to find my stars? I breathed some fresh air as I watched the moon in amazement and as I watched them I felt hope. Just like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to be full again.

I ran through the forest and found a precipice where I sat, staring at the moon which sprinkled its silvery glow on the earth’s surface. Numerous small, sharp, and bright stars twinkle along the black-blue abyss as the Moon whitens the atmosphere through the split clouds with its delightful instantaneous gleam that checks the ground from rocks, plants, trees, and buildings. Moon goddess, are you mad at me? Why do you torture my life this much? First, you took my parents away from me, then you let my mate die, my best friend betrayed me and now you throw me at the merciless man who will make my life a living hell. How much more will you make me suffer?

The sky above was a tapestry of stars, a celestial mosaic that seemed to reach out and touch the very depths of my soul. Radiant constellations adorned the heavens, their brilliance casting a gentle luminescence upon the sea of aura below. It was as if the entire cosmos had converged in this sacred place, and I was but a witness to its magnificent splendor. In the midst of this ethereal expanse stood the moon goddess, her radiance unparalleled. Her countenance glowed with an inner light, her eyes shining with wisdom and compassion. She seemed to embody the very essence of the moon itself, a beacon of serenity and grace.

Then maybe Newtown wouldn't have been the cage the dove was unknowingly flying back into where the starving tiger had been asleep for years and was about to wake up even more hungry than he was before. "And like the moon, she had a side of her so dark. that even the stars couldn't shine on it. She even had a side of her so cold that even the sun couldn't burn it"

He gave her his widest grin and pecked her lips this time around. "Hmm, lemme pour my own new poem for you. It's a lonely night Silently watching the heaven above that has no gap Quietly wishing it also has the small crack That is separating my heart from being one and whole The stars are getting acquainted to each other Helping the other twinkle And I wish they'd look down at me and flicker the dying Light in my soul and bring it back to life Still watching as the old dry palm branch shaped moon Slowly drifts down to the appointed term

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

As if washing away my burning heart. I looked at the full moon in the night sky, beside it were two stars also shining brightly. A starry moon that appears every night and the one that convinces me that I am still living in the world inside a novel. “When I first came to this world, the starry moon looked so attractive. They are beautiful, calming and mysterious. I don't get tired staring at them before I go to sleep. But now, whenever I see them, my heart feels like it's going to fall out. Because I remember that dreadful night along.”