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, but no moon can I see.
It seems it’s disappeared, just like my love.
The moaning wind plays havoc with my hair
as...

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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...

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Mystical amour of moonlight moth's whimsical lure,
a glowing flame in sensual saffron gold attire;
restless tease with every breeze, gilt-cavorting contour,
pale green fluttering, her wings stirring his breath afire.

Lilting lightness in beaming brightness, her dark eyes shine,
in the night renewed flight, fragile love on agile wings;
aerial...

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"Moth" 

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

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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 around the room
Erratic in its flight,
Yet in all that empty space
It collided with my light.

I felt sad at its demise
As...

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Enticed to the light on the top porch, you hover...
Moon child of the night, do you look for a lover?

Oh little moth, it's you and I alone,
each bound for a troth of our acquaintance unknown.

Must I be a wife to one not of my choosing,
a...

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The moon shines brightly on my wooden porch,
as shadows dance from trees swayed by the breeze.
Alone, I sit beneath the glowing torch-
shaped light, relaxed, and feeling much at ease.

Above, an open window on the right
and wind-swept curtains catch my eye, and so
a flicker came in...

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There was a little caterpillar on a limb
she felt disgusting, ugly and all alone 
A moth came by and said”why so grim?”
She replied and said” I am so ugly.”

He said” no you are not you're beautiful .”
“Really? “ I’ve never heard that before.”
“It is true...

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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...

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Once there was a moth that flew up to Doctor John
He said I'm depressed, I'm a suicidal one"
 Doc John said, "I'm no shrink," 
"Why stop here do you think?"
He said, "Well, I had to, because the light was on!"...

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Through the full of moonlit night
Succumbs a moth to every light
And powder keg wings beat white satin 
Serenade in frolic amidst temptations often
Desperation outside upon my veranda door
What brings you to this place, tonight my dear
Perhaps, it might be in hopes of love
Or, ideas of...

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Oh hot pepper how you call to me, I stare at you with anxiety, I love you so but you torture me, but yet I eat you despite of me.  Your heat glows red like a devil inside of me, poking and prodding, tempting...

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I sat
Dwindling in the all-consuming heat
When a sudden fluttering
Landed upon my knee.

Frantic moth
Gray and white
Took refuge from
The aggressive black ants
Scurrying and ripping at
It's fragile wings.

Full of sympathy
I cupped the frightened
Trembling moth in my 
Hands carrying it away
From a timely death
The torture of barbarous ants.

On a...

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Mirage of gauzy wings,
Makes a path near gold flames.

Mesmerized... it prances
Mystically around
Moonlit torch: the lure of
Magic casts quick danger...
Marking butterfly's end.



4/22/2017
Pleiades M Contest for Kim Merryman...

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A dusk, a glazed verandah, it's just rained,
a smell of lilac, earthworms and wet earth,
an awkward silence - the confusion chained
my tongue: “What if she’ll laugh at? Is it worth?”
A glass of wine casts the vermilion shade
over a tablecloth, a rocking chair
sways quietly, its oscillations...

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