13 Poems About The Moon

The moon has always been a fascination of both children and adults. Let these poems about the moon describe the beauty and the awe as people gazed up at it in the evening sky.

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  1. The Moon Is Shy!
    Poet: Althea Randolph

    The Moon looks down and smiles on me.
    When I'm in bed;
    I throw a good-night kiss to her.
    She hides her face behind a cloud on high, —
    I think the Moon is shy, so very shy!

    She comes out only in the dark, —
    I wonder why?
    She never shines when it is day.
    Up in the sky!
    Perhaps she does not like the Sun, and
    She stays away until she sees him go!

    She seems quite friendly with the Stars,
    As they pass by;
    For I have seen her beam on them
    When they are nigh;
    So I am sure if she just once would try.
    She'd learn to love the Sun as much as I!

  2. The Crescent Moon
    Poet: Amy Lowell

    Supping softly through the sky
    Little homed, happy moon.
    Can you hear me up so high?
    Will you come down soon?

    On my nursery window-sill
    Will you stay your steady flight?
    And then float away with me
    Through the summer night?

    Brushing over tops of trees.
    Playing hide and seek with stars.
    Peeping up through shiny clouds
    At Jupiter or Mars.

    I shall fill my lap with roses
    Gathered in the milky way.
    All to carry home to mother.
    Oh! what will she say!

    Little rocking, sailing moon.
    Do you hear me shout - Ahoy!
    Just a little nearer, moon.
    To please a little boy.

  3. O Moon
    Poet: Jean Ingelow

    O moon, in the night I've seen you sailing,
    And shining so round and low;
    You were bright, ah bright, but your light is failing;
    You are nothing now but a bow.

    You moon! have you done something wrong in heaven,
    That God has hidden your face?
    I hope if you have, you will be forgiven,
    And shine again in your place.

  4. The Selfish Moon
    Poet: Althea Randolph

    Sleeping, sleeping, all the day,
    Never watching children play;
    Opening your eyes to peep,
    When it's time to go to sleep;

    Naughty Moon, you are so bad.
    No wonder that your face is sad.
    Only giving out your light,
    In the middle of the night.

    Now, it's diff'rent with the Sun,
    He seems to have a lot of fun.
    Getting up on every day.
    Just to make the world look gay.

    He's not selfish, like you. Moon,
    Sleeping all the time at noon;
    Just suppose he did that, too.
    What would everybody do?

  5. Baby Moon
    Poet: Althea Randolph

    The Moon rocks gently to and fro.
    Safe in her silvery bed;
    And every night the Stars keep watch
    Above her pretty head.

    In day-time when their lights go out,
    The Stars have shut their eyes;
    Does little Baby Moon go then
    To sleep in other skies?

  6. Look At The Moon
    Poet: Phoebee Cary

    And who knows how a life at the last may show!
    Why look at the moon from where we stand!
    Opaque — uneven, you say: yet it shines,
    A luminous sphere, complete and grand!

    So let my past stand, just as it stands.
    And let me now, as I may, grow old;
    I am what I am, and my life for me
    Is the best, or it had not been, I hold.

  7. Same Dear Moon
    by Emilie Poulsson

    The moon, whose light
    Makes beautiful the silent night:
    Sometimes a crescent, thin and clear,
    Sometimes a big, round, silver sphere;
    But whether round, or like a bow,
    It is the same dear moon, we know.

  8. The Moon Has A Face
    Poet: Robert Louis Stevenson

    The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
    She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
    On streets and fields and harbour quays,
    And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.

    The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
    The howling dog by the door of the house,
    The bat that lies in bed at noon,
    All love to be out by the light of the moon.

    But all of the things that belong to the day
    Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
    And flowers and children close their eyes
    Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.

  9. The Funny Moon
    Poet: Althea Randolph

    The Man in the Moon
    Comes up from the sea.
    He winks, and he blinks.
    And smiles down on me!
    He's jolly, and big.
    And rosy, and fat,
    The funniest thing
    I ever looked at!
    And as on his way
    The higher he goes,
    The paler he gets
    And the smaller he grows!

  10. Lady Moon
    Poet: Unknown

    Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving
    Over the sea.
    Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving
    All that love me.

    Are you not tired with rolling, and never
    Resting to sleep?
    Why look so pale, and so sad, as forever
    Wishing to weep?

    Ask me not this, little child, if you love me:
    You are too bold.
    I must obey the dear Father above me,
    And do as I’m told.

    Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving
    Over the sea.
    Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving
    All that love me.

  11. Oh, Look At The Moon
    Poet: Unknown

    Oh, look at the moon!
    She is shining up there;
    Oh mother, she looks
    Like a lamp in the air.
    Last week she was smaller,
    And shaped like a bow;
    But now she’s grown bigger,
    And round as an O.

    Pretty moon, pretty moon,
    How you shine on the door,
    And make it all bright
    On my nursery floor.

    You shine on my playthings,
    And show me their place,
    And I love to look up
    At your bright pretty face.

  12. The Bridge
    Poet: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    I stood on the bridge at midnight
    As the clocks were striking the hour,
    And the moon rose o'er the city.
    Behind the dark church-tower.

    I saw her bright reflection
    In the waters under me,
    Like a golden goblet falling
    And sinking into the sea.

    And far in the hazy distance
    Of that lovely night in June,
    The blaze of the flaming furnace
    Gleamed redder than the moon.

    The moon and its broken reflection
    And its shadows shall appear,
    As the symbol of love in heaven,
    And its wavering image here.

  13. Smiles On The Night
    Poet: William Blake

    The sun descending in the west,
    The evening star doth shine;
    The birds are silent in their nest,
    And I must seek for mine.
    The moon like a flower
    In heaven’s high bower,
    With silent delight
    Sits and smiles on the night.

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