Best Luna Moth Poems
Another shot of whiskey.
The moon blurs through
a row of baobabs,
standing like soldiers
with shaggy, afro helmets.
Gentle swaying of leaves
beckons a lone luna moth,
her powder soft wings brushed with light.
I watch through glazed eyes.
Heavy with life
she whispers past each tree,
taking her time,
listening
for the branch that chants the message
we all wait to hear.
I don’t bother to adjust
the bra strap slipping down
a brown shoulder.
I light a cigar and wonder
why it happens this way.
A week or a life,
searching,
loving,
regretting,
giving,
reproducing,
lasts as long as the flavor
in a piece of chewing gum.
No mouth to sing a thread of pleasure.
No voice to express contentment.
We accept the game for what it is
and remember
the beginning,
the cocoon,
the moon,
and the Luna Moth
Your beauty compels me to look closely
I would love to see you fly mostly
I've only seen you on the ground
With death pursuing you down
There are shades of green
Shades of cream
Patterns that look like eyes that dream
How lovely you must look in flight
The flight you take must be at night
After dreams fill my head instead
One night I'll just stay awake to see
If one luna moth looks down on me
Riding the Luna moth to rainbow town, way off the ground.
She pirouettes, she hops, and she spins me around.
Are we fantasy, fiction or fully alive and true? I ask.
She says, “Does it matter?” and I drink from my flask.
I am loving today; it has begun so incredibly well.
If this is death, I certainly have not gone to hell.
Is it heaven? Or Nirvana? Or Never-Never-Land?
Up ahead I see a motley pirate band.
Do you feel lucky? The moth asks me in a weird way.
My eyelids flutter hard as I wake up at the break of day.
I close my eyes tight, trying to get back to my dream.
But my soul is planted hard now, gone is the moonbeam.
delight wafted in the forest
zipping in and out of shadows
faerie like and pretty
moon smiled with appreciation
enjoying the delicate light and lively moth
feeling honored she shared his name
Luna Moth Faerie sharing her love of the moon,
Making many a brand-new lover swoon.
Gliding past an embrace of love in the night.
Showing her gorgeous green so light.
Luna Moth Faerie, I dream of the day
That you will be allowed to visit and stay.
I want to capture your beauty with my pen.
I admire you, my beauty, once again!
Old moon was leaving; he said his goodbyes to creatures of the night.
Butterflies and moths felt sad, knowing they would now never see his light.
Luna moths decided to surprise him, and they turned brilliantly white.
To show their appreciation, letting retiring old moon see their bright.
spiritual luna moth
delicately free
leaving your body behind
nothing can confine you now
heading toward
everywhere
soulfully happy
unencumbered in every way
death a happy release
Delicate Luna moth in pale dress of lovely green,
With giant sunshine colored painted orbs rarely seen,
Fairy-like magic, paving the way for butterflies.
Reigning queen of the cattail marsh, in every brownie’s eyes.
Passing nature’s crown and scepter at the end of each day,
Monarch magic soon flits around the pond, showing her play.
Enormous reverent bullfrogs croak their ridiculous song,
Night’s mysticism cloaking us in secrecy, never wrong.
A feeling of calmness permeates throughout the night.
Lingers several hours after day break has taken flight.
Luna moth and monarch butterfly both getting their due.
The marsh is meditatively quiet, thanks to these wonderful two.
There you are exposed to the lick of a big tongue
Even though you are a soft green which is beautiful
Away you go on your journey to another country
So much farther than you could go in real life
Maybe Luna Moth Stamp you will end up in
Paris, France or The Neverlands
Made from a high-resolution digital print
By the artist, Joseph Scheer
Such softness to the design
Soft brown, sunshine yellow
In a gentle curved style
I'm reminded of the morn when one lay dead on drive
Captured in print you can live on and on
Travel the world and maybe someday
Space travel will complete your journey
Or you might get stuck in a scrapbook
Luna Moth USPS Stamp life has much in store
attracted to light
landing on my porch
delighting faeries
not a damselfly
not a firefly
from the near woods
child of the night
a dainty wisp
just visiting
something lithe
something light
mystical
pea green
luna
moth