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Best Poems Written by Fullmoon Sway

Below are the all-time best Fullmoon Sway poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Louisiana Rain

Snow,
 never Heard of that
I all hear About 
is that Louisiana rain

oh Louisiana 
u know 
that state
with an event called mardi gras all year round
and we just live in the swamp
 yeah 
it’s that state 
the withholder of fluxuating humidity
never known from peeps from the other states
he he he 
its extremely unique

its all untold by that Louisiana rain
you really have no idea what it’s like
how upsetting
how disappointing
come live it through my eyes

no I don’t live in New Orleans
that’s not the only place
in Louisiana
though it’s a common mistake
but if I don’t live in
new Orleans
I must be a swamp
Rug rat 
With an undefined education
Wrong
Totally wrong
Im the girl that knows about that Louisiana rain
I  have an accent 
That has a drawl
Though This place its
Almost as south as it gets
Just 
Don’t include 
Florida in the mixing pot
We are also the only 
State with a parish instead of a county
Aren’t you intrigued? 
Don’t forget the home of gumbo
Rue and our famous jambalaya
Also Lets not forget crawfish cause that’s just the best
we also live in a boot hard to forget
though Our Louisiana rain 
just never told you

Shhh it’s a secret
Its called Louisiana 
the Louisiana rain

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Favorite Child

Do you know how much I love you!!!
Do u know how much I care!!!
Why don’t you love me!!!!
She screams
She throws the vase at the wall
It shatters
She walks towards the small little boy
Until there face to face
The little boys body trembles
His mouth opens
Mommy I do---
Smack
the little boy sniffles and begins to cry
The woman shouts
Then why don’t you do as your told..!!!!
The little boys muffles a question
Then why does tommy get to sleep in a bed
And I have to sleep in a dog shed?
The heavily rounded woman 
Bends down to the little boys height
She then smiles and whispers in his ear
Well you just happen to be my favorite child
The woman looks the blue-eyed boy in the eyes 
And smiles
I am ??...!!!
The little boy smiles
I knew it
I was the favorite child

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Candy Village

This poem is written by my 10 year old cousin and myself

One day in candy village
Wait wait wait…
Let me tell you how this story actually began
It was any of day on the little place we call earth
The peeps called it candy village
Because it was an easter candy heaven of celebration
Yum yum yum
Chocolate eggs of plenty
Skittles of rainbows
But lets not forget that
Marvelous easter egg hunt
Also the houses were made out of candy
Peeps got cavaties but no dentists so there was the fruits village
When you go there you go to the king of all fruits
He gives you a bite of the sweet good apple 
Yum yum yum
Then no cavaties for the rest of your days and your candy village life 
Shhh
Lets not forget
The vegetable village
?:)?
The vegies the vegies the vegies
There everywhere you look
There the infested
The zombies of this world
Are u eager to see
Guess not 
No comply given to a simple question
Then how would we make our candy village complete
I think our candy village is the best of all
The end

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The Scarecrow

The scarecrow 
Surrounded in a field of sugar cane
The sun begins to set 
He musters out a yawn
A horizon he has seen for the last 34 years
From which he was placed to lay and hang
He ponders to himself
I am made of straw
Just a device
For the so called alien of nature
I receive no love
Only hatred and torment
On rainy days
 I am chilled to the bone
Mushy and soaked
On sunny days the crows pick 
And make fun
I have no friends
Only the creepy crawlies 
That dwell upon my body
they eat me alive
I wonder
Why
Why 
Why do I deserve such a life!
I still live even though I have fallen apart!
A strong breeze brushes past The rows of fields
through my straw dwelling
suddenly 
 Silence Unbearable silence
I then hear a voice
I turn my head to the source
It whispers
You help me survive
The scarecrows body shakes
Tears pour down his face
The scarecrow smiles

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The He Who Stares Back

(a mirror)
A wrinkled face
An old man 
The he who stares back
The eyes of a thousand wars
A deprived man confined in a concentration camp
For only three years
The escapee with the supposed malaria
A hero of the war
The Too malnutritioned
Now blind just for us
This new added adjustment
He then found love
A nurse 
a teacher
The she
 the one and only 
A sixty year hold
That forever embedded his heart
He Who then left a seventeen year old girl
Who never had a place in his heart
Though instead she only knew
The tootsie rolls given with his smiles
The girl only five 
An the old man….
The he who stares back…..

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The Morning Dew

the morning dew
it securely placed out
 upon
grass
yellow flowers
and the grand ol oak
A jingle can be heard form the distance
Then there appeared a winged creature
A fairy of sorts 
hovering
fluttering
the large mounted wings upon her back
Her purple eyes stare into the distance 
suddenly
her wings fluttered rapidly
She pushed 
towards the skies
then she suddenly stopped
Her pale white hands grab and fiddle within her parcel
 She closes her purple eyes
And whispers a prayer under her breath
Her hand then throws a unknown
Sparkling substance
Towards the mornings dew….
That’s securely placed out
 upon
grass
yellow flowers
and the grand ol oak
The earth began to tremble
Then appeared a dome of an ivied structure
The fairies face it uplifted into a smile
She whispered under her breath 
Finally ….
my new home….
within the morning dew

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New Orleans

Well placed out,

surrounding barrier.

Musical inventions

from where its been created.

The streak and the rhythm

of Charlie Treats well consumed life.

The findings in the streets

advantages, advantages, advantages.

The need of money

to meet the day's pay

day to day.

Meets, meets, meets.

It's the repeat on replay everyday of his life.

Consumption,

this place,

a little piece of him.

The food, music, what he became, what he is, what he's lived through.

The expectations

of run ins with peeps from the other states.

The Puzzle pieces completed

Deep within, within, within.

Never to be broken from where he came.

This stone wall is the barrier of his heart.

This street is the road that

consumed him to stop

at every stop sign he sees.

Sugar cane is the smell

of consumption that takes him home.

Running in with people from others states

is expectations of dollar bills to be followed.

New Orleans is never to be broken

it is maps of alleyways

that lead to Charlie Treats heart.

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The Woman In Black

A woman in black
She follows the gravel 
Disheveled from 
dirt 
rocks
and the clattering bumps
of holes as followed
surrounded by death
the woman runs past 
closing her eyes
tightly shut
to afraid to play her little game
of peek-a-boo
they thus consume her thoughts
uggghhh
there are voices
the voices
why….
Her hands grasps her head
The voices they begin to whisper
You deserve death!!
Go to Hell with me !!
Plaguing her sanity 
Rebelling such a mere religion
Such As Christianity
A devil ready for the play
The woman reaches for her bag
She grabs the knife
Her eyes filled with tears
Thus A woman in black
She who followed the gravel 
Disheveled from 
dirt 
rocks
and the clattering bumps
of holes as followed
surrounded by only death

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I'Ll Paint This Dress Red

Alice 
Come here dear
The young blue-eyed girl
Skips to her grandmother
What should I wear to this dreadful ball?
The little girl stared furiously for three seconds
The blue-eyed girl eagerly pointed her finger at 
The Silky white rhinestone laced ball gown
Oh really !!!
what an awfully dull choice….
Didn’t I tell you to be useful!!
The little girls smile vanished as quick as it appeared
The grandmother stands
I’ll pick this red dress
Thank the lord heaven above I don’t
Listen to retarded children 
The girl stands there a smile still plastering her face
The grandmother screams
Why didn’t I just give you away 
To your old drunkard bastard of a father
she paces around the room and stops
Come here dear!!!
She screams 
The grandmother offers out her hand
The girl walks forward 
Ill pick your dress
The girl smiles
Really grandmother
Yes 
Ill paint this dress red

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Everyday

A young man of only 20 
Sand trickling up his legs and between his feet
Under the shade of greenery called a Palm tree
Arms and hands almost raw
A rope tied between his hands and arms 
To a piece of bark
To a piece of scenery
The girl walks away
He smiles to himself
What a way to die
He shouts
He chuckles 
Starve me to death 
He shouts 
It might take 
three days baby !!!
he chuckles
His baby
She Walks back over
Her bruised legs bend down
Her face meets his 
face to face
Her black hair 
Dancing in the wind
Her bony hands reach for his chin
And travel up to his face
She whispers in his ear
Who said you would starve?
I have big plans for you
She smiles
He smiles along
He mutters
Just don’t forget the sinner that tainted you
And your world
He smiles
She stands up 
She looks him straight in his hazel eyes
Her blue eyes empty 
enrapturing his gaze
Oh I will never forget she mutters
She turns her head to look at the ocean
That’s why you will get to see my face
Everyday 
She smirks