Moon Appreciation Poems

She gave me all 
Made me stood tall 
Like an iroko tree 
She stood by me 

I could remember her smiles 
As we walk under...

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Stars, twinkling like fireflies, senses,
Even my heart’s best defenses
Can’t prevent the feelings flowing,
One heartbeat away, rhythms growing…

Moonlight, whispers pearlescent charm,
Professing gentle who shan’t harm.
Wonder that...

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I stood …

on a mountain
not nearly the highest
but the air was clean … seraphic
cold, but not bone-chilling
keen, that it restore the marrow
and course the blood...

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Been searching for a love, a home;
a place to call my own.

A place where I am wanted, 
welcomed, cherished; down to my bones.

I dream of...

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I was going on a blind date, hoping it would be fate. I heard him before I saw him,I wasn’t sure what it was he...

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cocoon crisp clouds blossom with butterflies
pollen sunshine steams upon gardens
lace light lingers throughout shy sky
summer wings wrap words through trees
polish eternal life
birds flash ideas
jade jewelry
treasure...

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Dear Dawn:

Look at the elements in the skies and make a wish before the stars die, the moon is gleaming underneath the clouds, and the...

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On the edge of the leaf, spinning,
Out of control, glistening
Slowly dancing – a waltzlike trembling,
glad to see the hesitation of colors,
graceful as sun’s reflection on...

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When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows
         I flow in the dreams to where the sun glows
prepares for...

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         We stepped in pathless wood on fading twilight.
   ...

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I loved you
More than you could ever love me
I wanted you happy
And so I did everything in my power
Trying to turn it into reality
We are...

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Within his moment, I wouldn't change a thing,
my life right now is earnt,
I got here on my own merit,
proud of all the things I've learnt.

Oh...

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Be the rising Moon in my dark nights, for I am thirsty for your light.
 Rumi 

Thirsty as a dry and parched rose in the...

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The light, a dancer, obeys your command. It pirouettes existence, weaving   
 tapestries in its luminescent waltz, with hues unseen by the ancient...

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