Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Write a poem about a blood moon.
A total lunar eclipse is sometimes referred to as a blood moon due to the red hue it takes on. What themes or imagery might inspire poetry?
Writings
Big Red
Hanging so big and heavy in the sky
A haunting sight that catches every eye
It’s colour crimson deep and bold
Filled with mysteries yet to unfold
The stars start to fade as it takes control
Her glow is intense as it pierces the soul
The shadows are cast by this lunar light
As whispers fly out through the night
Mesmerised by the beauty I cannot look away
Attracting my attention by this powerful di...
Bloody Canvas 
In the still of night, a canvas black,
Stretched across the sky, a cosmic track.
A shadow creeps, a creeping dread,
As light retreats, and darkness is fed.
A blood moon rises, a heart's eclipse,
A splatter of blood on black's abyss.
Each drop a tale of love's demise,
A broken heart, and tear filled eyes.
She gazes up at the pale moonlight,
A blood moon in the dead of night.
A spectacle of grie...
Mental Metamorphosis
With her blood-like hues, the moon marks the sky tonight,
and with gratitude I accept her invite.
I take three deep breaths, release my mental fight,
and let go of my negative blight.
The moon’s red passion is now at full height
and she and I magically unite.
Our fiery flames combine, fuelling my appetite
For calm and reflective insight.
My incantations are answered without slight,
and her crimson...
Solar Dance
In the realm of shadows cast,
A celestial dance begins at last.
Beneath a starlit sky's embrace,
A blood moon rises with mystic grace.
Its crimson hue ignites the night,
A captivating sight, a celestial rite.
Like a heart's pulse, it beats with power,
Shimmering in this bewitching hour.
A chorus of whispers fills the air,
As creatures stir with a cautious flair.
For the blood moon speaks of anci...
Shedded
An itching under the skin as the light of the moon drenched them in its celestial glow.
An event once a month that changed Luna from friend to respected foe.
This moon was stronger than why they’d felt before, and the transformation was intense with blood pouring from each pore.
Fur in its place all tangled and matted.
Yet a feeling of lust, a craving of more.
The moon was intense, but they ...
lonely girl
i often use the moon when i write
i always personify her as she
sometimes just a friend or guardian
sometimes she represents me
the blood moon matches my heart
as it bleeds in that red hue
i reach my hand out to the sky
look, it matches my wrist too
we block the moon from the sun’s glow
is it a break from suffocation?
it’s too bad we’ll never know
if she lives in eternal damnation
the moon is ...
Rises
You open the door for me
Let me walk out first
Stand outside
Wait for you to lock up
Look into the sky
there it is
a blood moon
Why is it that the moon is referenced with us so much?
I point it out
You look up
I shiver from the night time breeze
As I walk quickly to your car
I sit in the passenger seat and stare at it as we talk
Then a memory floods into my brain
when I was little
The ...