Moth Poems - Poems about Moth

...In this large house, unseen, I wander round, Climbing up cavities between each wall Hiding in secret places that I’ve found. This is one advantage of being small. Here Jack a......Read the rest...

...Joy of pleasure, a child of poor parents, Bliss alone founts from a perpetual spring, Joy fancies scores of fond uncles and aunts, Never lasts long the song they choose to sing. Being a moth mad......Read the rest...

...luna moth followed his favorite butterfly to Paris She said it was the only place to be in the spring they fit in well turquoise and green colors of France......Read the rest...

.... Sophia Fallen and broken Once a kite of luminous splendour Guided by the motherly wind of......Read the rest...

...Rare grandness and extravagant appeal, Chrysiridia Rhipheus ideal, classified initially as a moth, butterfly reborn as man of the cloth, females, too, together metamorphized Papilionidae catergo......Read the rest...

... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......Read the rest...

...Heavy and eerie silence reigned therein, The dark rooms looking as sullen as mean, As if they had taken serious offence Against me who had failed in their esteem, My heart feeling contrite wa......Read the rest...

... In the blinding light, or the blinding dark, a moth navigates an alien world by its own shadow.......Read the rest...

...What is mist in my demeanour, makes me fray when I am touched, the thread is just a little leaner, when the rug is pulled too much. Adjust the light, reduce the glare, the eyes will compensa......Read the rest...

...Fluttering tissue paper colourful painted Lady Belle of the Ball Queen of the day Shows her colours In a flirtatious exotic dance Entice the flowers To open and display their open tender heart......Read the rest...

...Villanelle: Remembering Not to Call by Michael R. Burch (a villanelle permitting mourning, for my mother, Christine Ena Burch) The hardest thing of all, after telling her everything, is reme......Read the rest...

...Tale of valour is about to unfold Gallant knight's effigy in marble so cold Once he was stalwart full of manly vigour The name was feared his enemies shivered. Yet, there was young maid......Read the rest...

...There sits the City Gold Where robbers ne'er grab hold, Nor rot, nor moth, nor mold. There sits a lava moat Not passable by boat Nor rope, nor writ, nor hope. Outside the people scheme As ......Read the rest...

... Up north there are four seasons in a year…a fact that cannot be debated. In Florida, however, those four season are more subtle and understated. In fact, the seasons come to Florida in a kind o......Read the rest...

...Must morning return so soon? her hand-me-down haste, & moth-eaten bloom, grieves for the rain, of last night's pour, but, I still taste, the petrichor, dancing, on my tongue. ......Read the rest...