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Luna Schwartz Poem
You who throw stones
Held so tightly in your hand
Like it is your all
Your pride
Your hands are bloody
Because you are a sinner
You are a sinner, and you throw the first stones
Stones that come in words and pain
Whether you were the ones who shouted total trans death
Or the ones who wish pain
Or the ones who support a militia divided
You thereby mind me as level with the pigs
And it is sad
I pray for you
For my God said love thy neighbor
To you who hate so many minorities
A sad message I unfold
For those who wish to make decisions for my very own body
And those who are so bold
Racists or prejudice, those guilty of misogyny
You yourselves
Are the faulty minority
Copyright © Luna Schwartz | Year Posted 2025
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Luna Schwartz Poem
I’ve seen sun
And I’ve seen rain
The symbol of fun
And the symbol of pain
Mighty, but lightly,
It shines on those below
A symbol of a new chance
Perhaps I’d love it so
Gloomy clouds then loom around
Restless in the sky
And then with a booming sound
The clouds begin to cry
The sun, a great light!
Teases others down below
It shines off just to spite
Those who do not glow
The water dissolves all harm
For those who dance in it
From every mother’s arm
A child's spark is lit
‘There can be no sun
If there is no rain’
…But why not? They’re nature, not emotions
I can see them just the same
Copyright © Luna Schwartz | Year Posted 2023
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Luna Schwartz Poem
I have to say I've been here before
My life has changed but not these shores
Of this salty ocean sea I still drink
I thought I'd escaped it so long ago
When I caressed the ball which skims it low
Yet even then, I knew someday I'd sink
I found so much in its blinding light!
An old man knelt down and attempted to write--
But their deaf ears could not withstand
The Supernova!
Since then my years have ran so fast
But memories still stain my mast
And on these desolate waves, I still stand
And since then I have fallen in love
I've spoken to priests and our God above
Yet here I still lie on quick sand
I've felt these waves fall-- Burn and crash!
The salt stains my hair! And it burns to ash!
As waves burst in the sea I can feel
A Supernova!
Well, maybe one day I'll be free of this place
Across these horrible shores I will finally embrace
This poisoner who I know as me
I may touch the stars-- But I never burn!
So to truly touch I long and yearn!
To truly forget about this sea
To cleanse in water of somewhere else!
The golden sprays that will fill and melt!
This heart of stone and emit
A Supernova!
Copyright © Luna Schwartz | Year Posted 2023
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Luna Schwartz Poem
It's an important lesson to children, but epically now, a lot of adults might need the bigger picture.
Trucks and dolls are both toys
So it doesn’t matter with which you game
But we all have our preferences
And in that way we are the same
So some will play with trucks
And some will play with dolls
Some will play with both
And some will play with none at all
But if I have learned anything
When ninety-nine is crossed by one
The ninety-nine are just as different-
As those who think like them are none
Copyright © Luna Schwartz | Year Posted 2023
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Luna Schwartz Poem
This poem was inspired by James 3:8, enjoy!
Two wise men
Decide to gather round
A fire in a kin
When one's mouth makes a hissing sound
He bragged about his fame
In the land where he was from
For every creature is tamed
Wherever he shall come
"I have tamed a fish before;
When I went out to sea
Now I can change the ocean floor
So it now belongs to me
I have tamed a diving hawk
Who, like my mind, is of great speed
I have made the parrot talk
Now the air belongs to me
And I have tamed the beastly lion
Who conquers all around
Every creature shall be spied on
Now that I'm the king of ground"
"Your feats do take away my breath--
But I know a creature that controls more
It can cause both life and death
It can rock the universe's core
But only I know it's name;
It's of neither north nor south
I'm afraid you'll never tame
What's called the demon in your mouth"
Copyright © Luna Schwartz | Year Posted 2023
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Luna Schwartz Poem
Matches lit the floor
The library set ablaze
Words melted like ice
Copyright © Luna Schwartz | Year Posted 2023
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Luna Schwartz Poem
She stood upon her weary raft
Oar in her hand dipped in dark bath
With every row she rippled suds
Within the shadows deep as bloods
Traversing dead lilies and stenching muds
Oar scraping roots and sounding thuds
On muddy fronds on fallen logs
Hardly seen through misty fogs
The moon was new, completely hidden
Concealed with leaves, the stars forbidden
And the air was nothing, a blackened ink
It smelled of death, a sulfur stink
When she grew tired, deprived of might
She sat down and decided to write
Out from under her pitch black sleeve
She pulled a pen that lit the sea
She penned a page with gentle flicks
The page burned up like candle wicks
The mud dissolved with dead mangroves
The sea became a land of troves
Endless pages couldn’t describe
What her twinkling eyes imbibed
How curious, though…
She held up her pen,
Another wick burned
And darkness again!
She dipped her feet in the liquid void
Placed back in her sleeves, the bright styloid
She noticed spiders in their webs
Little tadpoles in their mossy beds
Maybe most would be displeased
Find this place to be diseased
But she realized it only had one wrong
It was her–she needs to get along!
“I shouldn’t force it to suit me”
She said and commenced her journey
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She wanted sleep and slowed her pace
Laid down on quiet remnants of space
Resting her head upon a tree
Finally lost, she was free~
Copyright © Luna Schwartz | Year Posted 2023
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Luna Schwartz Poem
Love is a gambler’s game
Either way it goes,
You’ll never be the same
I gambled half my pot
And sent out my greatest ship
But unlike what I thought,
Cards of hearts were never flipped
Soon I’m down to metal
But I'll win it just you wait!
I'll get a fortune settle
Maybe she’s just late…
I gambled with nothing left
But gave up my addiction
I found my heart in debt
Afar from my prediction
What a hunch!
‘Love can double money’
Now I’ve loved too much…?
Now isn’t that just funny!
Copyright © Luna Schwartz | Year Posted 2023
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Luna Schwartz Poem
There’s a storm and it is raging.
It crackles deadly light.
There’s a hurricane-a-waging
A war we can not fight
There’s a powerful wind-a-roaring
Gusting money as quick as can be
There’s wondrous drops-a-pouring
Tastes of power, sweet and beastly.
No soul escapes the gales–
Many victims wound up dead
Their cold blood freezes into hail
And give succor to its spread
Most knew the storm must stop
So they gathered on a shore
On the waves one stood atop
And the storm began its war
The Commander screamed ‘attack!’
And some fought, but still had lost
The storm let out a wild crack!
And there lied The Commander on the cross
They didn’t die in vain
As cloud poured of chloroform
The rest cried out in pain
“Shall we never halt the storm?”
Copyright © Luna Schwartz | Year Posted 2023
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I've seen a man
Who lied in bed
His soul was deepest black
I've seen a girl
He wanted dead
She never did come back
Maybe she did die away
Like the man, to a heart attack
Maybe she’s alive today
Like the man, still lifts her back
I’ve seen a man
Who died in bed
His soul was not of black
His soul was white
For he had no might
To take all the colors stacked
But a man who lied in bed
Can live on instead
When no color is lacked
One day his soul
Will go on to pour
Every color, all in tact
And when he sees his precious rainbow
He never will turn back
Copyright © Luna Schwartz | Year Posted 2023
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