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Best Poems Written by Luna Schwartz

Below are the all-time best Luna Schwartz poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Rain, Sun, Maybe None

I’ve seen sun
And I’ve seen rain
The symbol of fun
And the symbol of pain

Mighty, but lightly,
It shines on those below
A symbol of a new chance
Perhaps I’d love it so

Gloomy clouds then loom around
Restless in the sky
And then with a booming sound
The clouds begin to cry

The sun, a great light!
Teases others down below
It shines off just to spite
Those who do not glow

The water dissolves all harm
For those who dance in it
From every mother’s arm
A child's spark is lit

‘There can be no sun
If there is no rain’

…But why not? They’re nature, not emotions
I can see them just the same

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Supernova

I have to say I've been here before
My life has changed but not these shores

Of this salty ocean sea I still drink

I thought I'd escaped it so long ago
When I caressed the ball which skims it low

Yet even then, I knew someday I'd sink

I found so much in its blinding light!
An old man knelt down and attempted to write--

But their deaf ears could not withstand 
The Supernova!

Since then my years have ran so fast
But memories still stain my mast

And on these desolate waves, I still stand

And since then I have fallen in love
I've spoken to priests and our God above

Yet here I still lie on quick sand

I've felt these waves fall-- Burn and crash!
The salt stains my hair! And it burns to ash!

As waves burst in the sea I can feel
A Supernova!

Well, maybe one day I'll be free of this place
Across these horrible shores I will finally embrace

This poisoner who I know as me

I may touch the stars-- But I never burn!
So to truly touch I long and yearn!

To truly forget about this sea

To cleanse in water of somewhere else!
The golden sprays that will fill and melt!

This heart of stone and emit
A Supernova!

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The Creature Never Tamed -James 3:8-

This poem was inspired by James 3:8, enjoy!

Two wise men
Decide to gather round
A fire in a kin
When one's mouth makes a hissing sound

He bragged about his fame
In the land where he was from
For every creature is tamed
Wherever he shall come

"I have tamed a fish before;
When I went out to sea
Now I can change the ocean floor
So it now belongs to me

I have tamed a diving hawk
Who, like my mind, is of great speed
I have made the parrot talk
Now the air belongs to me

And I have tamed the beastly lion
Who conquers all around
Every creature shall be spied on
Now that I'm the king of ground"

"Your feats do take away my breath--
But I know a creature that controls more
It can cause both life and death
It can rock the universe's core

But only I know it's name;
It's of neither north nor south

I'm afraid you'll never tame
What's called the demon in your mouth"

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To the Kids

It's an important lesson to children, but epically now, a lot of adults might need the bigger picture.

Trucks and dolls are both toys
So it doesn’t matter with which you game
But we all have our preferences
And in that way we are the same

So some will play with trucks
And some will play with dolls
Some will play with both
And some will play with none at all

But if I have learned anything
When ninety-nine is crossed by one
The ninety-nine are just as different-
As those who think like them are none

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The Burning of Alexandria

Matches lit the floor
The library set ablaze
Words melted like ice

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She Was Free

She stood upon her weary raft
Oar in her hand dipped in dark bath

With every row she rippled suds
Within the shadows deep as bloods

Traversing dead lilies and stenching muds
Oar scraping roots and sounding thuds

On muddy fronds on fallen logs
Hardly seen through misty fogs

The moon was new, completely hidden
Concealed with leaves, the stars forbidden

And the air was nothing, a blackened ink
It smelled of death, a sulfur stink

When she grew tired, deprived of might
She sat down and decided to write

Out from under her pitch black sleeve
She pulled a pen that lit the sea

She penned a page with gentle flicks
The page burned up like candle wicks

The mud dissolved with dead mangroves
The sea became a land of troves

Endless pages couldn’t describe
What her twinkling eyes imbibed

How curious, though…
She held up her pen,
Another wick burned
And darkness again!

She dipped her feet in the liquid void
Placed back in her sleeves, the bright styloid

She noticed spiders in their webs
Little tadpoles in their mossy beds

Maybe most would be displeased
Find this place to be diseased

But she realized it only had one wrong
It was her–she needs to get along!

“I shouldn’t force it to suit me”
She said and commenced her journey

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She wanted sleep and slowed her pace
Laid down on quiet remnants of space

Resting her head upon a tree
Finally lost, she was free~

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A Gamblers Game

Love is a gambler’s game
Either way it goes,
You’ll never be the same

I gambled half my pot
And sent out my greatest ship
But unlike what I thought,
Cards of hearts were never flipped

Soon I’m down to metal
But I'll win it just you wait!
I'll get a fortune settle
Maybe she’s just late…

I gambled with nothing left
But gave up my addiction
I found my heart in debt
Afar from my prediction

What a hunch!
‘Love can double money’

Now I’ve loved too much…?
Now isn’t that just funny!

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Blackened Soul

I've seen a man
Who lied in bed
His soul was deepest black

I've seen a girl
He wanted dead
She never did come back

Maybe she did die away
Like the man, to a heart attack

Maybe she’s alive today
Like the man, still lifts her back

I’ve seen a man
Who died in bed
His soul was not of black

His soul was white
For he had no might
To take all the colors stacked

But a man who lied in bed
Can live on instead
When no color is lacked

One day his soul
Will go on to pour
Every color, all in tact

And when he sees his precious rainbow
He never will turn back

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No One Stops the Storm

There’s a storm and it is raging.

It crackles deadly light.

There’s a hurricane-a-waging

A war we can not fight


There’s a powerful wind-a-roaring

Gusting money as quick as can be

There’s wondrous drops-a-pouring

Tastes of power, sweet and beastly.


No soul escapes the gales–

Many victims wound up dead

Their cold blood freezes into hail

And give succor to its spread


Most knew the storm must stop

So they gathered on a shore

On the waves one stood atop

And the storm began its war


The Commander screamed ‘attack!’

And some fought, but still had lost

The storm let out a wild crack!

And there lied The Commander on the cross


They didn’t die in vain

As cloud poured of chloroform

The rest cried out in pain

“Shall we never halt the storm?”

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Just Another Tale of Love

AND thair he wept
for he'd not known
lady in black crept
to come take his throne

Thair he used to stand on all
(At least in his eyes)
Until that lady crawl
And spread him with er' lies

What a sickenin' thing to do
To get into 'is head
Make 'em dream of you
And shoot him now he's dead!

You made him lie to his own brain!
You deceived him into love
Repeated it till' that man's insane
Then you fly like some white dove

Oh little lady, halt-
Wait, you never meant to make him lie?
Guess it true, it ain't your fault
Forever-y night he cry

You didn’t mean to whisper
into his desperate head
He did the whisperin' for him
He shot him now he’s dead

Cupid, silly man!
You shoot random folks all day!
C'mon what a foolish plan
Now he in dismay!

Poor man he lie thair dead
(At least in his eyes)
Es caus' he longs for her in bed
How his alive body is disguise!

But then came one day
He was out of his-

Wh- Hey!

You're a-dancin' in my tale young lad!?
What are you crazy, mad!?
Nor the least bit interested!?
Nor a tad bit sad!?

Mister!

What are you speaking of?
Explain it better, please
I'm glad I a'int no poet
those folks got brain disease