Best Like A Moth To A Flame Poems
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Nature's Glory
As a quarry?
Alone and at peace
A life, a new lease
I pull up a piece of land
Take a little time to mend
This rainforest trembles
An open window in shambles
Sitting on my own made porch
I fire up a configured torch
Then lay under, should I say
What is like a porch light ray
And I wait for that one moth
Amongst butterflies sought
An unwanted reject
Like me ready to eject
Take me now in this lush
With the roar of death; a hush
And I will go, amongst this gift
Gods Eden unquestioned; my lift
My life to stop the bleeding of the land
So I protect this marvel, hold her hand
In sincere motion - there is a fusion
I can do
I can do
Never say can't
So I must chant
Let my body meld
With this
forest held
tight
Me alone a window into the future slightly opened
Maybe we are all like moths to a flame - penned
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Unrequited love is the
forbidden fruit of the heart.
And if you lust for its taste,
it will tear your heart apart.
A love that can never be;
drains dreams of all their magic.
And like a moth to a flame;
results are often tragic.
Behind a facade of smiles,
you try to hold back the tears.
Yet hope is mired in despair;
where it has languished for years.
Jealousy results in a
deluge of sad emotions.
And it feels as though you've cried
enough tears: to fill oceans.
You suckle reality,
on the bosom of the night.
For fantasies morph into
shackles at Dawn's breaking light.
Sequestered in make-believe;
love has brought you to your knees.
Yet, in your dreams, you get to
be with whomever you please.
You the animated pyre
forging a lustful fire
I flee from the darkness
that freezes my life
embracing this moment of death desire...
I am endlessly drawn
to you like a moth to a flame
you the object of my spiraling flight
your bright sun pulls me closer
I burn to speak your name...
Adrift in small sea of light
see dark path to your remains
this funereal night sum of all fears
kindles as you ship like unfurl your mane
flickering flaring as I draw near...
Mesmerized by such blazing beauty
in path of sacrifice I am caught
powerless to resist calescent sexuality
I immolate in the very fire that is sought
burning in your flame with futile delight...
Mi amor the beacon to my demise
with doom the most certain end
gliding towards your banshee cries
my spirit will never turn craven
intoxicated with love into your flame I descend...
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By Wilma N. Neels
My senses jumped into action
When I became aware of you,
Your presence overwhelming
My body,
My mind,
Only had one desire
Like a song without a chorus
Incomplete...
Like a fire without a flame
No warmth displayed...
You draw me into you,
Like a moth to a flame
Slowly floating
My feet didn’t touch the ground,
Until I stood in front of you
Barely touching,
The chemistry palpable
Undeniable too
It had to happen
If not today,
Someday soon
I wanted to reach out
Touch your face,
Play with the lines around
Your eyes…
I wanted more,
So much more…
I wanted to know if I hug you once, could it be forever.
*For Sidney Hall, who gave me the title,
not sure if this is what he had in mind
but this is what I came up with :-)*
© All Rights Reserved
Contest: Razzle Dazzle
2nd Place
Sleeping next to me,
holding hands, soft fingers interrupting my thoughts.
Legs intertwined, nowhere else I’d rather be.
A daring moment shared in dusk.
Honest, caring, elegant.
Pitch black hair wrapped in a beautiful bow.
Dancing under the moonlight,
I can’t look away.
Sacred, everlasting love.
Holding me, craving this bond.
Winter is here,
The blue moon harvest arrives.
Ascending like a moth to a flame.
Floating amongst stranger clouds.
If I can’t hear the sound of your heartbeat,
I know this place is not my home.
A star breaker, tearing the skies apart.
Our fireworks, trapped in time capsules.
How can we share love in your reality?
Floating in space with you,
We journey across scattered stars.
Though I do not know the way.
In your reality,
If I don’t know how to love you,
I’ll leave you be.
your love shines outward
like a star in the dark of night
drawing me near you
like a moth to a flame
an obsession grasping my thoughts
can't get you out of my mind
and not wanting to
blinded and thinking of nothing
but to be near you
and the warmth of your tender love
so lost without you
yet no matter the distance between us
your love shines through
even the darkest of nights
showing me the way to you
guiding my soul to a love
stronger than any other on earth
so much wanting to be one
so much wanting
the love we share is a selfish love
kept only for each other
your happiness is my happiness
your sadness my sadness
two lonely individuals become one
She is drawn to the sphere of light
Like a moth to a flame,
Tiny fireflies seem to take flight
As an eerie glow remains
She reaches out to touch this crystal ball
Mesmerized by its glow,
Her heartbeats rise and fall
As she feels the energy flow
She attempts to find its magic powers
But its powers she cannot tame,
Like a full moon in the midnight hour -
She is drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.
3-5-2020
Picture Prompt Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Today I turned 14.
I’m hoping this year is better than my last.
And all the others in the past.
But I’m not writing this about myself.
I’m writing this, so others know it’s okay to need help.
13 was hard.
Honestly, I’m left here scarred.
13 was the age I was supposed to love.
But that’s the last thing I felt.
13 caused me pain.
It made me feel like I was going insane.
So many sleepless nights.
Listening to the voices in my head fight.
I felt anything but alright.
13 was full of emotions,
Just not the right ones.
I turned 13 and was suddenly old enough,
Old enough to know about the family drama.
No wonder so many have trauma.
When I was 13, I felt anything but the same.
But all the things I shouldn’t have done,
Attracted me like a moth to a flame.
I hope that one day,
A 13-year-old girl will read this.
Because I know she probably feels alone.
She hides in her own home.
Her eyes cold as stone.
But behind closed doors, in the darkness of her room.
She lets out all the tears,
From the words she has consumed.
I want her to know that she’s not alone.
She’s wanted and loved by someone.
13 may feel like a big number.
But it’s not the number of reasons you should have.
It’s not the last number,
I want her to remember that little girl.
The one still inside her soul.
That little girl has a goal.
I want her to make that little girl proud.
Keep on counting.
13 isn’t the last number.
It never should be.
13 may feel like hell.
You may feel unwell.
You may look at food and feel physically sick.
Or cry and ask, “Why am I like this?”
Just know you weren’t the first to do it.
And certainly won’t be the last.
One day, this number will pass.
Because 13 isn’t the last number.
Wanderlust.
When I was young, and just a girl
I wanted to travel around the world -
Casablanca, Marrakesh,
Rio de Janeiro and Budapest.
The more exotic the sound of the name,
the more I was drawn, like a moth to a flame.
I studied the atlas,
and stuck in pins
to highlight the places
where I would be going.
I planned plane journeys from East to West,
from Korea to Siberia,
and back again.
My aunt had a globe in her living room
and I spun it round and round, in a world of my own.
When it was getting dark, the globe seemed to shine
with continents so vast, and oceans sublime,
each night I imagined the people I would meet,
and how I’d introduce myself,
and what they’d say to greet
this small town girl with big,wide eyes,
that gazed into the distance, as if she was surprised.
Copyright Suzy Davies 07/29/2016. All Rights Reserved.
There’s this thing that bothers me
It won’t let me be
I keeps gnawing at my brain
And infiltrating everything
It’s like a pandemic
I can’t escape it
I wake up thinking about it
I go to bed at night thinking about it
And every place in between I think about it
I can’t escape it
It’s drawn to me
Like a moth to a flame
I try an forget
Oh, Lord do I try and forget
But it won’t let me be
Its static rings in my brain
It haunts me in my sleep
I can’t out run it
I can’t ignore it
It’s life and it’s killing me.
Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
It's been my home for many years now – all my life.
Why do I fear everything and wish not to return?
They are not mean… and certainly there has been no strife,
But in looking at that light… almost feels it would burn.
Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
I stand among the rows of grain… and feel so much at peace.
It’s so quiet and still… feels as though time has stopped,
I can gather my thoughts to make my understanding increase,
Although work must be done, as this grain must be chopped.
Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
I feel so different and out of place… nothing to discuss,
As they are farmers during the day, and furniture at night.
If I leave and join the others, I know there’ll be a fuss,
And they may even call the law to capture me on sight.
Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
Why is it so hard to decide?... I know what’s best for me,
There is still this attraction; like a moth to a flame.
But if I do return, it will be to my end… I believe,
All my unique abilities will disappear and flow down the drain.
Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
I think it’s time to turn around and see my future.
We must all turn a corner and make an important decision,
As now I’m entering a new life and leaving one of agriculture,
To a realm of science and thought… so sad there’s a family division.
I shall not return… no, I shall not return to that house on the hill.
By: Greg Stanley
Thy beauty, like a jewel, shines
Juliet my love, I will come to thee
In thy sweet caress I long to be
You're a star in a galaxy divine
A diamond in this crown of mine
Thy ruby red hair beckons me
As I gaze in thine eyes lovingly
Mesmerized in this essence that is thine
I am drawn to thee like a moth to a flame
As the wings of my heart flutter in delight
But the beast within me cannot be tamed
As I am illuminated by thy light
Indeed, beauty is thy name
Thou art a most precious gem in my sight
We met during the war on this now famous sunny isle
Like a moth to a flame, was her infectious smile
I was in the Navy, stationed aboard an MTB
Keeping shipping lanes open, for the Mediterranean Fleet
Whilst the war years progressed you could sense the islands bravery
Heavily bombed and damaged, under threat of Axis slavery
Although we lived amidst, we could only marvel at their spirit and guile
They fought hard for their liberty on that famous sunny isle
I'll never forget the times, endured during this terrible war
Camaraderie became their strength, for what they had fought-en for
Simple life went on, amidst the cafes and the bars
My new found love from this famous sunny isle, became my married dove
We still recall the radio broadcast, declaring that war is over
As we headed back to my homeland, to Scotland and live in clover
The day that we embarked, many a tear fell from our eyes
Looking back at this famous sunny isle, under peaceful azure blue skies
Many a word we spoke, whilst we sailed to Southampton Port
Now demobbed, to a civilian, hopefully the war mongers are brought to court
Although the war years showed their horrors, respect was never far away
This famous sunny isle, wears the George Cross in deserved display
Heading home to Scotland, past fields in harvest bloom
This proud Royal Navy sailor, with his bride and he a groom
We cried as we passed the war torn, not only was it the famous sunny isle
For the war had been so expansive, in it's putrid inhuman vile
We settled on the West Coast, amidst the heather and the glens
Bringing up our boys, praying they'll never be fighting men
Many nights we stayed up, answering questions of our past
From that famous sunny isle, our true love would always last
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-15.php
My attention caught
From across the room I glance
Her alluring eyes
I walk in capture
I'm like a moth to a flame
Drawn by her brown orbs
In vision tranced
Pupils of life attracted
Absorbed by her looks
* Poem by James Fraser, for Michael's J. Falotico' "Eyes First Meet" contest *
care
enough
to let go
just for a while
like a moth to a flame, he will return
26/05/2011... 13:35