Moon
Who could love the moon?
Oh, the inconstant moon-
Forever hiding away
Only in the night, she stays
Who could love the moon?
With her scars and craters-
Trenches hewn onto her face
A misshapen pattern of lace
Who could love the moon?
So very far away-
The empty void of space
A barrier between her grace
Who could love the mon?
A fleeting romance with humanity
Not even a full day
They left her with just a flag
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.