Short Like A Moth To A Flame Poems
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care
enough
to let go
just for a while
like a moth to a flame, he will return
26/05/2011... 13:35
Said I love you...
like a moth to a flame.
You're no good for me...
but I'm the one to blame!
Standing beside you...
cause I've never felt this way...
under the starlight...
where the moon knows my name!
come closer to my fire
let me warm you
like a moth to a flame
let me entice
for a little while
let your mind rest
let your body relax
let everything else go
to another place
when you first saw my face
that deep embrace
that forgotten taste
She used to wear
tasty strawberry gloss lipstick
on her soft warm tender lips
and sometimes Canada dry
for me to sip
It lured me like a moth to a flame
But even without
her sweet kisses drove me insane
Trying to quench the unquenchable thirst
of hearts desire.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013. July.
My attention caught
From across the room I glance
Her alluring eyes
I walk in capture
I'm like a moth to a flame
Drawn by her brown orbs
In vision tranced
Pupils of life attracted
Absorbed by her looks
* Poem by James Fraser, for Michael's J. Falotico' "Eyes First Meet" contest *
Like a moth to a flame
I abode in thee
I pray to the Lord
Religiously
With reverence in my heart
And fulfillment in my dreams'
I make continuance
Of wonderment
It's a blessing for me'
Though you comfort my
Heart and console my
Very Soul
It's that voice of approval
That which keep's me whole
GF
ENSNARED BY A TEMPTRESS,
YOU PAY THE PRICE,
YOU PLAY WITH YOUR LIFE,
LIKE A GAMBLER DOES HIS DICE,
PULLED ON BY A NEED AN URGE SO STRONG,
LIKE A SAILOR IS DRAWN TO A MERMAIDS SONG,
YOU KNOW IT KILLS BUT ALL THE SAME,
YOU ALWAYS RETURN LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME
OH HOW I HOPE AND HOW I PRAY,
MY LOVE FOR LIFE RETURNS SOME DAY
Mesmerizing beauty
like a moth to a flame.
Land of milk and honey,
how'd you know my name.
Hypnotizing motion,
spider in her web,
Treasure hunter’s bounty
as you lay on your bed.
Appetizing banquet,
lioness to gorge,
valleys, dunes and mountains,
an eternity to forge.
Tantalizing tremors,
an eagle soaring high,
supernova, ecstasy
forever ‘til we die.
It burns to be felt
To be heard
Like a moth to a flame
It calls out to you.
For some it's the beginning of something new
For others it's a dead end
Pieces of yourself you give
Only to get nothing in return
Desire
It burns to be heard
To be felt
Just like fire
Just one touch
Not too close
You might get burnt
For only a second of desire
It burns to be felt
Like a moth to a flame
It calls to you
Desire.
~Shanja M Plains
Form:
She is drawn to the sphere of light
Like a moth to a flame,
Tiny fireflies seem to take flight
As an eerie glow remains
She reaches out to touch this crystal ball
Mesmerized by its glow,
Her heartbeats rise and fall
As she feels the energy flow
She attempts to find its magic powers
But its powers she cannot tame,
Like a full moon in the midnight hour -
She is drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.
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