Metaphor Moon Poems

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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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"One day, . . . I saw the sunset forty-four times! . . . You know—one loves the sunset, when one is so sad."
 Quote...

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Chase my tricks of dew 
among the narcissi
that sit atop 
my window sill
with flits of stolen 
galanthus 
I pilfered just for you.

I hasten that you...

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SAT NAM 

I am rose in sunlight breathing 
               Buddha in...

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They took the measurement daily
Precisely on the stroke of noon
By bouncing a laser beam
Off the surface of the moon
The results were recorded 
With great precision...

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Her hibiscus heartbeats sing silent hymns, since Selene healed hiraeth-stars. 

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Taunting the day,
red moon rising,
tucking the sun, 
back into bed,
calling me forth,
her faithful soldier, 
collecting memories,
of stars for millennia, 
night's watchman,
at it again.


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your skin …

cornflow’r in the moonlite
through louvers that
slice you to tender shards
of opalescence
arranged like piano keys on
Egyptian percale
the sea of sheets we so
often drown in...

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the sun was burning with love for the moon, 
and the moon shone so brightly just for the sun. 
they would ever see each other...

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"We can't ever fathom, 
     when the ceasing flicker of hope 
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aye …

indeed ...
dangle your dreamy toes, darlin'
we sit the moon as whimsy -
a shimmery sea of suns to tickle our feet
while we nuzzle noses
your hair...

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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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When cyan night's 
raspberry moon
is dipped in softness 
of the afterglows, 
I gaze at that glossy
first evening star between 
creamy fingers of 
my cherry palm,...

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Saw thee, silly moon, smiling at me,
Let us dance before dawn drives us away,
Imbue this night with fanciful folly,
Each breath a hurricane of moraless sway....

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