Moth Poems - Poems about Moth

As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on...

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I don’t know how many times I have shed my old skin, like a moth seeking light under the moonlit sky, Leaving behind pieces of myself that no longer knew my name, shadows of a silent past, I wandered through labyrinths of memories, seeking answers in echoes lost in time, Wondering if change is just another facet of...

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as earth revolves around sun my heart revolves around you coloring my life Third Place Winner: Constance La France-Write Three Beautiful Lines-3/7/25...

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A lunar moth sublime will fly to light Green larva changes to a lovely moth , Its cycle of life like death will bring insight . Death like a moth you flit about for naught ? And your karma is like your next life’s cloth If you...

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cute moth and butterfly feathery hairlike antennae then black butterfly...

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How dark the air that winter brings to bear Its dampness crawls into my very soul A sickly moon attempts some light to share As through the mist a bell begins to toll Against all odds, in saturated air A moth flits round the incandescent glow Of a candle flickering in despair From witnessing that masochistic show A fledermaus is beaten to its...

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Before there were humans on earth below, There were angels above in the skies. There were mountains and trees and woods and streams, And moths and butterflies. But one day the angels in glory aloft Were upset and began to cry. It rained, but the butterflies simply scoffed At the angels above in the sky....

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in the remote remoteness of somewhere remote flew a fly this fly had realised gravity, relativity and string theory a professor and physicist wise to everyone else in the dark darkness of somewhere dark sped a spider this spider had mastered a multitude of languages a remarkable multilinguist understanding everyone else in the open openness of somewhere open mouthed a moth this moth recited poetry of a profound profundity an awe-inspiring poet warming everyone else in...

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Chasing this into that chasing that into this chasing silhouettes into a half assed crevasse echoing " boy what is your purpose on this earth earth. Poking the dark for a piece of velvet, a note from a harp A claw pokes at the skin of the soul a change of direction is needed again... pronto Mamma was right nothing...

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A silver ghost on moonlit wings, Flutters through night's velvet curtain. Pale dancer in celestial rings, Of earthly cares, she's now uncertain. A living moonbeam, fragile, light, Drawn to stars like distant flowers. Navigating by lunar sight, Through shadowed groves and midnight bowers. In twilight's realm, she briefly gleams, An ephemeral wisp of dreams. ...

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In the blinding light, or the blinding dark, a moth navigates an alien world by its own shadow....

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What is mist in my demeanour, makes me fray when I am touched, the thread is just a little leaner, when the rug is pulled too much. Adjust the light, reduce the glare, the eyes will compensate the glow with just the right influx of air, the breath will gently ease its flow. Call from the candle, the patterned handle, generates the heat of light,...

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Fluttering tissue paper colourful painted Lady Belle of the Ball Queen of the day Shows her colours In a flirtatious exotic dance Entice the flowers To open and display their open tender hearts To her will and command As a brazen harlot who beaks the resistance Of a snared inflamed captured man Such sweet irresistible temptations Are part of her occupation By day Now...

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There sits the City Gold Where robbers ne'er grab hold, Nor rot, nor moth, nor mold. There sits a lava moat Not passable by boat Nor rope, nor writ, nor hope. Outside the people scheme As wise as any seem, To enter, distant dream. And there the doctors sly, Sell passage to passers by. Yet all who purchase, die. This city, see, is truth. Those lofty minds in...

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