The colors begin to fade into one another
The sky is electrified in bright rays of oranges, pinks and blues.
I stop in my tracks,
watching the beauty that is before me.
It's amazing,
shocking even.
Looking to my right,
another beautiful sight catches my eye.
A blood red moon in a deep dark sky
Reflecting off the ocean.
It's beauty
I call it
The Moons Tide.
Author notes
The moon was blood red last night. It inspired this poem.
Is it any good?
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Wow, can the moon really be red? Thats fascinating! I like the rhyming scheme with "eye" and "sky". I think the ending may have been a little sharp, a little to final for what the poem lead me to see. What I mean is I like it but the poem is so dream like, so beautiful, and the ending doesn't seem to flow.
Just my opinion, good work.
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More Than Just Good
Very well done.
The red moon sort of makes me affraid when I see it. When it is red I feel a lot of tension. It makes me feel like Diana is hurting and it makes me want to vomit.
I like the first few lines; the words you used to describe the sky really stood out in my mind.
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The blood moon usually is a bad sign. Actually, the night I saw this was a bad night, too. Thanks for the applause and the comment.
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Nice! I like it!
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BREATH TAKING
your words flow softly from your heart to mine and that beautiful blood red Moon I can see through your eyes...sighs...just beautiful! Niaish for sharing with me
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