Luna Moth Poems - Poems about Luna Moth

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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Your beauty compells me to look closely I would love to see you fly mostly I've only seen you on the ground With death persuing 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...

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