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breaking ice
heat
of attempt
eat air
more of the sea
moon rocks the bodies of water.
slightly
we fish
the food
sometimes in the wind, in the light
hard as a pane of glass
Poems on the topic: moon
Poems on the topic “moon” on Poets.by.
Provincetown to New York via Connecticut Turnpike, 3 A.M.
old moon rising in Leo
the bones of ten thousand kings
litter the highway.
when we walked by the sea
sand, green water, snow
on the dunes "what's the use of-"
your head now in my
lap, the car sways
through the Milky Way
I'm lying soaked on the earth
with the moon
around me, tickling
my fingers, circle within circle
everyone asleep, the hills
pass. I smoke, the jug
half-empty. at this moment
When All Is Said And Done, Do You Do More?
A taste is emphasized in the past, and cannibals are emphasized in the future. We begin to segment our social explorations, like construction workers with boots that cramp their ankles. All visible defenses keep bumming off the invisible offense of Reality itself, while commerce grows dynamic near a spillway. Two-thirds of any action is composed of a prior action, like those cotton plugs in the necks of aspirin bottles. Levitation is the Central Rose.
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In the face of the full moon
the morning glory closes its door.
In the Gobi, and Out of It
I
Being invited to the lady's large bed
delighted!, and overcome by possibilities
Was not unlike stumbling through the Gobi Desert,
under an orange moon
And then entering some ancient city,
not understanding a word
II
Puking over her feet, I complain
she's "cold". it is not
an idyllic scene. I say I feel
too old, to do any better,
and that this is, in fact, pretty good.
III
The galaxies receding make a sound:
Patter of dog feet on sidewalk-
Classroom
seas of tranquility they sort of nod
when you look at them as if to say
in a little while it won't exist
not even on postcards
Autumn chills
Wednesday Morning
The cold air piercing my lungs
The copper-coloured leaves,
As kamikaze pilots,
Plummer into the green sea.
The moon,
Why are you out?
You come without warning
To watch over us
Here one minute, gone in another.
The iced autumn winds
Prickling,
Tingling at my bare limbs
Asserting its presence.
The sunlight tickling,
Teasing,
Dissection
I promised her the stars;
She took the moon.
-all I am worth
The Moon
Once I wanted to take the moon out of the the sky and keep it,
Because I thought it was pretty.
I reached up to grab it,
But it was to far away.
I tried and I tried,
But nothing seemed to work.
Then one day I realised,
That you don't need to hold something to find its true beauty.
Sleep.
As the world is engulfed in darkness
as the moon comes out to play
as the sun's fire fades
as the stars illuminate the world
as the predators awaken
as the prey falls asleep
as I gaze outside
as the fragile Earth disappears.
Light
Kiss away my tears,
trace the patterns of my sorrow with your lips
light remains light
no matter what the colour is
mix with my nature
and bring a new definition to life
help me to not look to the future
but live it
make perfection not a sin
but a goal
i will follow you,
you will be my main direction
you are the wolf;
i am the moon.
there will never be a dawn that breaks
the spell surrounding us.
sakura coloured lenses
i fear to lose these sakura coloured
breathtaking sights i have grown to
love so much, the pink gleam of the world
twinkling as morning dew on the fresh
budding branches under the amber sunset,
crinkling their little noses upturned in the
fresh scent of your detergent and the faint
waft of my floral perfume. perhaps i dont want
this moment to end, for one day i know
i shall fall short of the huge dream i have created
just for myself, a lone daisy in the field on a
stormy night, sakura petals torn from their
branches in the violent graze of the feeling
of being cut off, wistfully fading in the grey white
reflection of the overly large crescent moon.
let me breathe and live through these
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