Honey Moon

[Ashlea]

The moon is full tonight, and golden,
dipped in honey.

And my thoughts are dipped in honey,
slow and thick, sweet, and
far, far too sticky.

I have no right to snare your heart.
I can offer you nothing in return but
what is stolen from another.

But I wish for it on that golden moon.
Yet I wish for your happiness, too.

She cannot grant both.
I wonder, which will she choose?

 

[Martin]

I know nothing about poetry, so no elaborate deconstruction from me, but I'll say this:

Very, very powerful.

Cheers

 

[Ich kämpfe]

I know nothing of poetry, but I think your poem is great.

 

[Crystal]

The moon is full tonight, and golden,
dipped in honey.

And my thoughts are dipped in honey,
slow and thick, sweet, and
far, far too sticky.

I have no right to snare your heart.
I can offer you nothing in return but
what is stolen from another.

But I wish for it on that golden moon.
Yet I wish for your happiness, too.

She cannot grant both.
I wonder, which will she choose?

I like this poem. it reminded me of the honey moon last night, thick honey coated or crystalized.

She cannot grant both.
I wonder, which will she choose

the last sentence make it awesome. I think you really know how to write poem. very nice work.

well, i don't know much about poetry as well. but what i have said was something i was feeling at the moment.

 

[Ashlea]

Thank you, everybody, for your kind words. I haven't been writing much poetry lately but I hope to write more in the near future.