Moon Symbolism Poems

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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I don’t trust the angels 
They must have stolen my sun 
I have worked so hard , done so much
I am so tired I am...

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He came to her under the light of the moon
promising her riches & plenty
His devilish smile enchanted her to the point
of elation
but she didn't understand...

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SOJOURN THROUGH TAROTSPACE

Let me tell you a story,
Of a deck of cards, in all its glory.
Well, some will say, what’s the big deal?
To them my...

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Were I to explain
what then would I say …
That the moon loves its axis
that each dog has its day
That the question unanswered
most answered indeed
That each...

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The angel is a cover 
which protects us.
The night is a blanket 
that covers us.
The stars are the light 
that guides us.
The moon is the...

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Illuminated. 

Aeonian flare.

Pandering to earthborn stares.

Forever there. 

Through magic, death and secret fires.

Night guide to the labyrinth. 

Chased off by sunrise.

Aborting murky dreams in lunar...

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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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"The Book of Changes"

Thoughts arrived before words,
1000s of years before
the crossing of curves

always seen to be 
swimming upstream 
against the current

thoughts … and feelings,
in the...

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You hold in your hands the sun and the moon
But appear to me so clouded in gloom
Always poised to shed another tear
There must be something...

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Why does Amsterdam taste like chocolate chips?
Dance parties with friends make me laugh.
Who said that rhythms weren't a part of work?
I listen to songs more...

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The poet, with his pen of gold,
Writes his stories gone untold.
His rhymes continue to grow old,
Left by fires long grown cold.

The archer, with his golden...

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Team leader Renee peered out
of her faux gold  window  around a pulsing Friday noon.
“Almost like we’re puppets of each other down there.
Maybe everywhere?”
Albert,...

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To Those This Brave, True Warrior Is Sworn To One Day Defeat

When violet pours its sadden verses onto burning sands
and heavens above spit green poison...

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She’s the garden girl.
A precious rainbow 
in the night.
Painting with crystal water,
she brings the forest light.

For nature is her canvas.
She brings out every hue.
If you’re...

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