Moon Angst Poems

Awaiting a growth spurt that never happened

When a boy,
I wanted to be as tall as my father
(he passed away October seventh
two thousand and twenty
linkedin to...

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In this kingdom 
of fragmented gates,
I'm frustrated in being 
chained in a glass mansion.
The world is trying 
to change me,
forsaking my 
'chess of life' into...

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i was chosen for the next moon landing
and my co-passengers arrived at the meeting
in lightweight space suits
but i wore my black leather jacket
to show my...

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THE STENCH OF INSOMNIA

   narcoleptic deities in charge of the world
   are tangled and detangled in the threads of time 
...

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Opinions 

Elon's super truck gets a bad press
there has been some setback, which will be fixed
It is too early to take delight in his setback
a...

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Dear eloquent weaver 
of woes and throes,
When the last 
 pewter petal of weary winter
falls as piercing prose,
placing star-kissed tulips
  between our 
poignant poems,
rewritten...

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The world plunged into darkness, on the day you said goodbye.

You were my sun and you were my moon,
You was the light in every room.

Time...

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III
the world fades from my fingertips
like blood oozing from an open wound
the sky is ripped apart and full of thunder
and my eyes are twisted in...

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In this psychological warfare,
where the fate of Romeo and Juliet 
has not discouraged lovers

I was warned,
"tread carefully, only move forward if you are prepared
to battle...

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 You say you
    love the moon
but it’s the stars
    you gaze at,
as you stretch 
  your petal-like...

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In blackness,
 I hear forked tongues 
whisper wicked witchery,
hope within arthritic 
  ink slowly f a d e s
as darkness descends  
upon snow-speckled...

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In sepia foliage's of falsified fantasies,
cursed by haunting hornets stinging 
with honeyed painted lies,
her mind was like a matriarch of metaphors.

An inflorescent seed buried in...

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I remember how the rose moon drizzled gold,
when stars within your eyes danced, flickering pearls,
curating a carnival of dreams untold~
while heavy skies unveiled tuscan truth,...

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The moon dances 
on lonely nights,
to astral beams of
the clear quartz milky way~
I lay in an olive meadow
designed in fragrant
promises,
hidden between thorns 
and thistles disguised
as...

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What The Roses Don’t Say
by Michael R. Burch

Oblivious to love, the roses bloom
and never touch ... They gather calm and still
to watch the busy insects...

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