Moon Poets 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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Every poem I read these days
Be it love or pain, long or a short one
Leaves me numbly amazed
By how poets use the robot hand.

When praised,...

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poet, you called me?
          oh no - that’s not I ...
     ...

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I love the end of the day,
when the sun wants to climb into bed.
The moon will be rising soon,
showing off it's big bright face.

 

The...

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In the shadowed grove, where moonlight wanes,
A raven perches, feathers inked with midnight stains.
Its eyes, twin orbs of obsidian, hold secrets untold,
As it croaks its...

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I write my thoughts 
on paper,
 let  ink of my soul
      glow, amidst the grief
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A hazy full moon sighs
As poets search
For her beauty
Lose it in
Syllabic paralysis
Stuttered
Alliteration
Conjures up images
Stolen
From magazine covers
A barn owl
Cherishes
Her shadows
Wolf eyes
Reflect her gaze
A silent lake
Swallows her
Apparition
As...

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Had they left this trail of words
Leading to a shadow
Concealing a mystery
As a challenge
Perhaps
A map-less guide
To an unknown horizon
Peeking over a surprised sunrise
Maybe an invitation
To...

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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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She's like the night, a lampshade lit across the room 
also a rose in a summer garden always ready to bloom  
She's like a...

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The bright blue sky and white fluffy clouds,
are slipping far away.
The day is coming to a close,
and it is now their bedtime.
Very soon the huge...

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The Raven perched upon the door,
Its eyes, like jewels, shone bright.
The bird spoke words that made me sore,
And filled my heart with fright.

But then I...

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My garden comes alive at night,
many flowers do not bloom by day.
In the middle of the night, 
my garden is in full swing.
The Blue Bells are...

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There are many kinds of writes,  
some write wonderful songs.  
Their words will make you sing along,  
the music will keep running...

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