Best Moth Poems

A lone moth flits around my front porch light
as wind blows through my window, luring me
to step outside into black velvet’s night.

I search the sky,...

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Is
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Nature's Glory
As a quarry?
Alone and at peace
A life, a new lease
I pull up a piece...

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Mystical amour of moonlight moth's whimsical lure,
her glowing flame in sensual saffron gold attire;
restless tease with every breeze, gilt cavorting contour,
pale green flutterings, her wings...

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I was reading in my study
On my desk a moth lay stunned,
It had flew into my lamp,   
I fear 'tis moribund.

It had fluttered...

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"Moth" 

The night shivers out
Hymns upon lonely gray wings 
They drift like a sigh 

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Enroling  you a worm (cumbersome and)
hairy, you- scimitar of leaves
Knows the pain ,writhing pupae
Abandoned and convicted
Constricted hanging straightjacket
Squirming like a jackrabbit
Gagged nocturnally - ...

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Is
This
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...

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I’ve decided to be rid of some things:

	a moth-holed sequined dress with bitter tags,
	the weeping journal of ennui and pain,
     ...

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In solitude I dream tonight
And watch a moth in fevered flight.

It’s drawn toward my quaint porch light
And flies consumed with all its might.

Through open window...

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She sings in soft tones,
her magic exists beyond the obvious.
Listen closely to her wanting,
She is wrapped in a trancendent light.

A dreamer,
chasing white rabbits.
Grasping for the...

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There was change, an odd pulse, a new cadence, and tone,
where my mother had been,  in the place I called home
Where two maples stretched...

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For the third time Pandora stands before the box
Inlaid with jewels ivory and gold
In her hand is the key – she closely examines
Intrigued by its...

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His masked face haunts me so 
in candlelight
This vision makes the glow... 
A mystic sight
And I am drawn to him 
In dreams, I find
So like...

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Today I found you cornered, drenched in cold,
your fur coat nothing but a newborn's down,
a tiny ball unfolding while I hold
you shivering. Your lacerations frown

and...

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l.
Opening the closet of narra doors, I sweep through
organza skirts and  gemmed ringlets; my hair
ruffling aimlessly upon scalloped kerchiefs
smelling decade - old hyacinth, Mom’s...

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Fading porch light lures with pale glow
a circling moth, dull-beige and bare.
As starlight ties vast sky in bows, 
I shy away from ruthless glare. 

Night...

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Unrequited love is the
forbidden fruit of the heart.
And if you long for its taste
the pain can tear you apart.

What was never meant to be
drains dying...

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Beneath the hum of porch light
You caress my fragrant skin,
While these eyes undress a gaze 
Deepening breaths to ignite.

As we move like moistened curves,
From a...

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My shy moth eyes
were attracted to the beauty of your flame
The pleasure of knowing you
was worth the risk of me feeling the pain
From the hurt...

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Sweeter than nectar
More succulent than honey dew
Reminiscent of all that I adore 
I long for the taste of you

Like a tall glass of lemonade on...

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BUTTERCUP

hope life is like a buttercup
cos this old fool does care
if i was there I’d kiss you but
you might object "how dare"

perhaps  I shouldn’t...

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Oneness… 

I was thinking of my good old grandpa, 
I loved him so much and called him Bababa.
He was my favorite person in my life,
He...

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HANGING BY A THREAD - COLLABORATION WITH DARREN WHITE

I felt my life hanging by a thread
The tip of your sword piercing my heart
My mind screamed...

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Hummingbird, hummingbird
what's your hurry?
Darting quickly through the air

I can scarcely
see you coming
In an instant you are there

Of God's creatures
on the wing
in the day or dark...

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In a field of daisies, bathed in a  perfume
of wild roses, clover and ocean brine,
you and me in the early afternoon
drinking Kool Aid, pretending...

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