Short Moth Poems
Short Moth Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Moth by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Moth by length and keyword.
Its not
So hard
For the
Tiger moth
To see
The light
In this flame
Remember that
You are golden
You are still gold
Early season moth
Born before it’s really Spring
Flying all alone
But time still to feel the sun
If only for one moment
tiny, rapid wings
buzzing over purple blooms
probiscus tasting
probiscus reaching
probing, sweet nectar's lifeline
quaff little creature
glary aurora MOTH FLYS
glary aurora
why a soft, tiny moth flies
flickering at bay
8/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©
the moth beats its wings
frantically
now elevating
now lowering
apocalyptically...
the candle extinguished
what was that
all about
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
a pale moth drifts through summer air~
soft wings aware of amber glare
that hums above the evening’s prayer;
it circles once, then disappears
Butterfly Flies Enjoys the Moth- A Haiku--
The calipillar
A large, deep butterfly flies
enjoying the moth
3/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Duality moons
Pure wings of
Joy
Reflecting
Black and red
Patterns
Nature's
Holy design
Cut from
The same cloth
Displaying
The world of
The imperial
Moth
bride in mourning for father
his last wish for her to not postpone her wedding day
wedding two days after funeral
delicate white moth arrived
led daughter down the aisle
It's like I'm a moth
I might be lost
I keep moving in circles
And it's getting too hot
I crash into windows
I go where the wind blows
I might be lost
It's like I'm a moth
moth
Luna
light pea green
flies to the light
nightly visitor
enormously large wings
circling brilliant streetlight
especially active in May
found between midnight and two o’clock
spiritual luna moth
delicately free
leaving your body behind
nothing can confine you now
heading toward
everywhere
soulfully happy
unencumbered in every way
death a happy release
Cloth Eaten By Moth
He had been known as a man of the cloth,
And was wet from liquid contained in broth;
After filled,
He had spilled;
Hole was eagerly eaten in cloth by a moth.
Jim Horn
delight wafted in the forest
zipping in and out of shadows
faerie like and pretty
moon smiled with appreciation
enjoying the delicate light and lively moth
feeling honored she shared his name
morning reflection
joining her hands in prayer
a moth rests its wings
The light was so pretty, the light was so bright,
the light was so tempting, especially at night.
And then came the zap,
the altitude drop.
Whatever you’re after, do know where to stop!
Psychiatrists searched for years and still at a loss
Looking into this guy's brain, nothing but moss
Sometimes detect
A strange wee spec
Turns out 'twas just dust or an ancient wee moth
One sunny day little Mary Miller
Picked up a mottled green caterpillar,
Which became a monster moth.
One fine morn her dad grew wroth:
Her moth laid eggs in his denture filler.
5/2/2023
LIKE A MOTH
Like a moth
Was I drawn to your
Passion’s flame,
Once my wings burnt,
Unable was I to fly away
Thus
A happy prisoner of your
Love
Since then remain!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 APRIL 2013
A fat white moth flies ambitiously up to a high branch
Where a slim black bird awaits mindlessly for lunch
The bird looks lazy but gets a lunch of fat moth
And the moth works tough dies of making efforts
wipe away,
your happy tears,
the fire burned,
through the years,
flesh will rot,
from your bone,
you are truly,
all alone,
water rises,
slowly you'll drown,
in the end,
the world will,
all fall down.
Form:
Once there was a moth that flew up to Doctor John
He said I'm depressed, I'm a suicidal one"
Doc John said, "I'm no shrink,"
"Why stop here do you think?"
He said, "Well, I had to, because the light was on!"
Sphery moon o'er northern bog;
sphagnum working overtime.
Sphinx Moth moves within a grand
sphere of influence,
spherule eyes gazing. Keeps his
sphygmic pulse on time -- poised with
sphenic wings arched overhead.
quivering wings
on windless day
in flowers sway
hummingbird moth
drops of nectar
glisten in sun
rainbow colors
unfold the dawn
August 31, 2019
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