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Best Poems Written by Moon Light

Below are the all-time best Moon Light poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Bittersweets Candies

Serenade me babe boy serenade me as if im one of those china dolls collection that you kept on your shelf and you cannot wait to broke. 
serenade me babe boy, serenade me 
as if the moon tonight is the last thing i would see before i forget you face through the darkest clouds of a unpredictable storm. 
serenade me baby boy, 
seranade me as if my bambi eyes as you usually said cover the crystal memories of us before i go on fire and burn everything without care about my unborn flowers. 
serande me baby boy, serenade me as if im the ballerina that no one is watching, as if they see only the beauty and not the soul which is falling apart every single step.
my cheeks crash as if im not able to smile anymore, 
maybe the bittersweet candies of your last few words that you pour me 
before i walk outside that door has given me hope but i got poisoned as if it wasn't enough for me to believe and decide to finally go. 
serenade me one more last song, because is crucial for both maybe for me to beautify your fashionable way of loving somebody, as if you never ever loved since the last girl that you really loved,
serenade me baby boy, serenade me bad boy with your bittersweet love songs as if is the only thing that i could hear without saying me that you loved so much me so on and on.

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Romeo and Juliette

Lone and lone like a damsell in distress, caging in her room made of spells and rituals.
she stare the world moving on so slowly or so fast, 
from the window  wrapped with hybiscus, 
perfect like a present for christmas. 
he's on the way, to take her out to explore something new. 
he's on the way, its past midnight,
nobody is town only the pale of the moonlight.
makes me wild like i never been before, 
makes me insane like i never known how to live forever.
its all about us like we were two legends, 
looks like we were born to be like romeo and juliet.
lone and lone, like a dragonslayer with a dark shining armor, 
eternal like the morning star, gives hope and new begginings, 
as if born to be wild and bad it's a some sort of religion.
she's waiting for him with smile and grace in her face,
she's waiting for him to flee and run together in another state.
makes me wild like i never been before, 
makes me insane like i never known how to live forever. 
its all about us like we were two legends, looks like we were born to be like romeo and juliet.
is like letting the fire go againts the wind, 
is like letting the fire keeps burning in the rain, 
there's no point to try fight it, we all only end up burn.
it's not even a curse as they call it, 
it's just the love between us that keeps growing and bloom.

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Work of Art

My curls are the frame of my temple, my curves an embellishment.
My skin smooth as silk.
My lips fill with contaminate cherries.
Your impenetrable eyes flow everywhere like torrents of sweet waters, rummaging in my past, crumbling hidden memories of unrequited loves.
My shoulders are scaffolding that support my rose garden, 
infested with thorns and apparently fragile and delightful ruins.
My belly and my hips the high road of life, 
and my strong legs tower with forbidden steps.
My body is a timeless architecture, where roots, 
scars and immense deserts 
transform it into what my unearthly essence has long resided, my temple.

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Matter of Time

I've been living in the same place for seven years now and I haven't changed one iota.
I try to run away, find a new home and maybe you.
I found that God didn't want me to leave forever, better things maybe waiting for me somewhere, maybe near my beach. If daydreaming is a sin why should I stay awake? at this rate I can't even stand the rain or even seeing his face in my own dreams.
I just have to die, things sometimes get difficult to deal with.
My body is my church, an infinite fortress of scars, desires and secrets.
And if one day the idea of ??chasing the wind jumps again, bring me back to the ground, before I collapse without even having learned to properly fly yet

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The Goddess With Golden Scales

She dresses perfectly with prominent spikes in her hair, 
long and flowing brown violet braids, 
which make her face exotic and relaxed..
she wears several precious stones between her hands and feet, 
with flower tattoos surrounding her fingers
mortals adore her because it is beautiful and impossible to have, 
the diaphanous and crystalline skin like perfect porcelain, 
smells of fresh algae and freshly picked water lilies..
they play ethereal music when she is around, 
and they build sheer and transparent dresses 
that enhance her sweet curves..
the way she sings awakens spring and lulls children of paradise into their smallest and most colorful dreams,
she is a surreal creature that man has ever seen..
the golden scales fade in color like the rainbow, 
peek out from under the skin, 
and shine brightly in your eyes through the sunbeam.

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My Heaven Forever Tested Like Vanilla But End Up Like a Genocide

My heaven, yes that kind of heaven was between 
his lips when he sang those songs to me, 
his guitar strings sounded like ocean waves and his voice the rumble of thunder, a perfect bullet poisoning my soul a billion times, 
it was like I was addicted to it.
My kind of heaven was hearing those words like 
i love you before and after midnight, 
his tongue tasted like vanilla when he was sweet, 
when it was sunny, when the weather turned and nobody was there, 
just me, him and his cat.
My home was too far away, my dreams were in my suitcase, my spoken words and my thoughts still smell like his kisses, 
no one knows, but even if I'm happy and alone now, 
I'm a bit like a chryseis, a slave to those memories, of happy faces and promises we never kept.

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For Emily Is Always Summer

Even if roses are no longer seen in winter, she manages to make them bloom with a smile.
Even if the sun should stop shining she always manages to bring the light with her wild side.
Even if the night were to obscure the most beautiful thoughts with nightmares she prays and as if by magic she survives.
Even if she has to be too much with her head in the clouds, she manages to float there as if there were a party, like a young Dorothy.
She younger than all her brothers, everyone knows that for Emily it's always summer, her cheeks abound with kisses and caresses and she sees nothing but petals and beauties.
Even if it doesn't always be like this, she melts hate into honey and becomes the sweetest drink ever made, oh Emily she sees summer everywhere.
Even on the stormiest of days she's just end up being extraordinaire.
Her laughter explode and grow stronger like a thunder, she's just walk gracefully enchating each male gazes. She's got a heart of fire, she's just Emily.
oh Emily, with a mind of diamond and the innocence of Wendy Darling, she was born to be seen moi petite cheri.

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Cicada enamorada

From roses to peonies, from peonies to lovers
im swinging on the bench during the deepest Halloween night like a crazy cicada enamorada wrapped around the body of my beloved like the tangle of a vineyard. 
I don’t want to go home tonight, the enchantment of this darkness bewitched me completely.
the fall season has always put me in rest mode, with the radio on and days made of endless dreams, nostalgia for unforgettable discords, eras never experienced
 and sensations that scratch the quiet of my thoughts and my delicate skin. Tremors, him and the fire. Drinks, my jeans, unfolded secrets, his cigarette and the end of the fears.

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Her for him

B I would like to talk a little about myself through your eyes, a white canvas in which the night dresses my skin like the moon, in which my eyes like stars pierce your dreams and your most intimate and perverse secrets that would break social conventions. my lips like my large areolas and my pronounced nipples make you gape, my  like the flower of the devil and of passion, it remains delicate and blooming, waiting for its key so as to unlock eternal winters and welcome hot summers and violent rains, and what about my body that you consider beautiful, soft at the corners like a small temple of the most ancient springs that seeks its strong column to support itself from the timely moods, perhaps above you, your sex, you know that you I love you, you see how I am when I'm around, innocent little girl.