Girl Moon Poems

Beneath the night's soft glow, she finds her tune,
A girl who loves to dance under the moon.
In its gentle light, she feels so free,
With every...

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Seems it's a story
Of a girl always near-death
Through every attempt,
The loveliest metaphor,
A lie even I saw through....

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The moon raced ahead of us,
like a thirsty dog.

Mama wet her knickers earlier that day,
she yelled at everyone,
for she didn't see it coming.

Later, we teenagers...

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What is the noise I hear,  
could it be a loud cheer?  
Oh no my dear,  
we must leave and go the...

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Imprinted flash of thine eye
Painted on vastness of sky 
Embrace of warmth and limelight
Radiates my sullen night
Recaptured treasures of hope
Withstand all debris of slope
Basking under...

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The black velvet sky,  
with diamond dancing stars.  
The full moon,  
shining brightly.  
Morning awaits,   
sun bursting into color....

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What do you call them? I asked taking a peek.
They each had an expression, and they were sleek.
Bouncing at least six times for every throw...

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Lorca Translations II

Canción del jinete (“Song of the Rider”)
by Federico Garcia Lorca
translation by Michael R. Burch

Cordoba. Distant and lone.
Black pony, big moon,
olives in my saddlebag.
Although...

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shadow of a smile
a selfie in plum shadows
mysterious girl

dusky deep fragrance
living on the edge of June
thrills under the moon

nebulous image
a perfect moment captured
powerful sunset

in colorful...

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Our sky is filled with beauty,                                       ...

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The day is coming to a close,                  ...

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we ran outside
scattering fireflies
giggling our little girl giggles
ready to give the moon a boost
the ladder was already there
come on sissy! I said
We felt like super...

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Awash in the moonlight
She moves lithely, a sight
to behold, her hair free, 
Flowing black like the night, 

Graceful as she can be, 
Arms raised, spinning...

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baby,
no one else
would I
quit writing poems for
quit dreaming dreams for
or quit searching the world

for 

you are
all my poems
my dreams
my hopes
my world 

and  I am...

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But a brush and a touch, one parting more.
Delilah, Moon-girl, you stole my strong light.
I, your Sun-boy, am shorn having blackout,
but remember my close shaves,...

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