Moon Fantasy Poems

In the fabric of night, poets craft their dreams,
With the thin thread of the moon and fingers intertwined with falling stars.
They seek perfection in the...

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In the futile triviality 
of the desolate wasteland,
a sunburnt solitary tree 
languished a long while,
cast nonetheless 
on the parched ground 
a sensuous shadow, 
my secret...

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In the silent kingdom of lost seasons, where shadows measure the silence,
A day will dawn when you let the burdens of confession fall like leaves,
An...

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The sun, resplendent in its blazing might,
Burns fiercely o'er a barren, lifeless waste,
A desert dry and vast where earth is scorched
By searing radiation, deathly bright.
No...

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In the mystic labyrinth of my soul,
The exterior mirrors vanish into the heavy void,
Like veils of mist, enveloping metaphors,
Concealing the deep, magical, and mysterious secrets.
Mirrors...

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Hey, diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon--had no fiddle,

The little dog laughed, got smashed as a Poodle,
the cow laughed...

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From mine chamber, breathless and perspiring upon the bed,
I spy you there, out my window, looming overhead.
Your gaze, a silent arbiter in the night,
I cloak...

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In the shadow of the system, I withdraw in silence,
Watching as the sky effortlessly weaves the white of clouds.
To the vast game of the world,...

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Through thinned forests where the dew of time is carried, the ancient chant of desire roams,
And shadows of men, like spirits in festivity, stretch their...

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When Jesus Comes
When His steps descend among the stars,
When Jesus walks upon the earth within us that struggles,
seas of raging darkness lose their fury between...

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Beneath the canvas of the sky unraveling into melancholic twilight,
There stretches a silent expanse that separates us,
It swells with each orphaned beat of time,
Filling with...

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In the secretive corners of the soul,
Where you are guided by the whispers of loss,
There hides the seed of poetry —
A precious stone born from...

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The girl and her smile straddle the rainbow
neon hair the fluid cascades of northern lights
seafoam cloak the ripples outgrown by the shore
she adores the breeze...

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             Seeking normality
   ...

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I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future;
And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner.

I had learnt to talk...

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