by Andrea Dietrich |
A lone moth flits around my front porch light
as wind blows through my window, luring me
to step outside into black velvet’s night.
I search the sky, but no moon can I see.
It seems it’s disappeared, just like my love.
The moaning wind plays havoc with my hair
as that old bulb sways crazily above.
In solitude, I simply stand and stare
at that fool insect! How can it not know
the falseness of the light that it’s drawn to?
Fluorescent doom replaces moon’s sweet glow.
I know this well because in losing you
I lost love’s gleam; I lost my everything,
and still that silly moth is fluttering. . .
by John Watt |
Your incandescence drew me to your flame
Moth-like, I gravitated to your light
Then feigning nonchalance, I asked your name
The music of your voice set me to flight
And added several inches to my height
When you inquired of my name I saw stars
Stellar arrays beyond Venus or Mars
Puncturing through the thick shroud of the mask
I use to hide my stories and memoirs
My lady! All you had to do was ask!
written 18 Aug 2020
by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Fading porch light lures with pale glow
a circling moth, dull-beige and bare.
As starlight ties vast sky in bows,
I shy away from ruthless glare.
Night holds secrets I’ll never know
of bold ventures and starry-eyes
of love; cast alone in shadows,
I cry. The fading porch light dies.
Unwelcomed guest, the moth again
boasts of heights, flitting and spurring
my desperate cries - through open
window, lifting higher, whirring.
Moth seeks light on wings now broken
forever gone, my dreams unspoken…
Entered in Silent One's Sadness Contest, 2/9/17
Originally for Chopped II Contest, written 11/4/14
by DON JOHNSON |
hope life is like a buttercup
cos this old fool does care
if i was there I’d kiss you but
you might object "how dare"
perhaps I shouldn’t call the tune
and bring you to my sight
attraction brings the moth too soon
if I don’t employ it right
patience like a cattle dog
who lays there in the shade
connected not, just like the frog
before a prince was made
Francine made me do it:
Don Johnson 15-4-11
by Caren Krutsinger |
3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Luna moths in mid flight
giving the world a sense of delight
they seem evermore bright
things will now be all right
I love the sense of air and light
Luna moths bring in me in the night
I wish I may I wish I might
Live a life so nice and tight
That some day I can return so bright
And be a luna moth in mid flight
Giving the world a sense of delight
Warming up creatures of the night
by Heather Ober |
When love becomes a masochistic moth
That yearns to feel the heat of passion's flame,
It chews a hole through sheets of ardour's cloth.
Its wings ignite, too close to blazing shame;
They glow at first with fervour as they feign
A beauty that becomes a painful game.
The tears can't quell the heat or halt the pain.
They fall to feed the weeds of sprouting dread
And drench the heart with beads of acid rain.
But rest assured that time will smooth and spread
The memories into the shrouded past
And stitch the lesions with a healing thread.
The day will come when joy will blink awake
To leach the sorrow from that phantom ache.
For Craig's "Terza Rima Sonnet" contest
by Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick |
life, love, passion, sad
My obsession.. like moth to a flame
This love for him will never cease
We've said, 'what will be, will be'
Dreams do die, but once
Their ashes tell truths
In my soul
by Robert Lindley |
art, beautiful, creation, desire, love, passion, romantic,
Shall I Twice Pluck Thy Soft, Sweet Fruit
Should I court thee as moth to flame
sky to its wondrous blue?
Some say, love is but a fool's game
Aye, we both know untrue.
Shall I twice pluck thy soft, sweet fruit
be it with soft touch?
In such, will our love take firm root
or presume I too much?
In thy heart's beating my heart trails
begging once more thy hand.
We seek love and all it entails
life's dance, its greatest band.
Shall we find vermilion sunsets?
Hold Love's all and all it begets?
Robert J. Lindley,
Nov. 17th, 2002
Sonnet (86) (100)
Syllables Per Line: 8 6 8 6 0 8 6 8 6 0 8 6 8 6 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 100
Total # Words: 88
by Edward Jones |
When the moons soft lips kiss the sunset
Veils of darkness close there arms around us
And light bleeds through a pin pricked sky
From distant worlds we can only imagine
And the suns once warm and yellow rays
Are now white and cold on lunar reflections
A dead world, that only shines in darkness
A Jewel on black velvet, a pearl on the sea
A lighthouse to eyes that sail in the night
And as they say with a moth to a flame
So to can you say the moon is to lovers
by Jess Opperman |
allegory, devotion, imagery, inspirational love, love, romantic,
your love shines outward
like a star in the dark of night
drawing me near you
like a moth to a flame
an obsession grasping my thoughts
can't get you out of my mind
and not wanting to
blinded and thinking of nothing
but to be near you
and the warmth of your tender love
so lost without you
yet no matter the distance between us
your love shines through
even the darkest of nights
showing me the way to you
guiding my soul to a love
stronger than any other on earth
so much wanting to be one
so much wanting
the love we share is a selfish love
kept only for each other
your happiness is is my happiness
your sadness my sadness
two lonely individuals become one
by Ndaba Sibanda |
deep, friendship, humor, hyperbole, imagination, romantic, words,
it loudly and
l`m a miss
and l miss
you inside out
I miss you like
bees really miss
water for my thirst
food for my hunger
scratch for my itch
want to take
to you like
duck to water
you draw me
to you like
moth to light
you are my cake
my cup of goodies
my hot ice-cream
at night my moon
daytime my sun
your love my light
take a seat
I sold that heater
for your heat
you bathe in milk
l bask in your presence
a sublime quench
what she did not
say is that we`re close
strangers on the net!
by William Masonis |
Red sparks in brown hair -
Winter sun ignites my Love;
I, her circling moth.
by nicholas windle |
devotion, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, lovelove,
A silhouetted lengthen form,
Came from out the morning sun.
As my eyes adjust to its savage glare,
I knew you are the one.
Though mortal in my quest am I
Fair maid I love thee so.
Smitten as the moth to the flame,
A pure vision to behold.
In trepidation of things to come,
Free from my lonely cell.
Heart beats like fluttering butterflies,
As from her lips, she chants her spell.
For I am but a simple fool,
And what can she see in me?
For that, what can I offer?
Except selfless love and loyalty.
For it is said love conquers all,
And for me I’m but a boy.
For what do I know of true love?
But in these words I try.
Nicholas Windle 2009.
by Neha Godambe |
girlfriend-boyfriend, life, love, mother, nature, passion, romance, satire,
Afore falling in his arms they advice to think twice
Unregretful I act beyond my surprise
It’s the grip of a force, a force here to claim
Compelling, like a moth drawn to the flame
Every night encloses the heat of flaming souls
But sun kissed morning plays a wicked role
To my realization it brings an obvious question
What next to prevent conception?
Like always, I pop in a pill to save the bill
My guy admires the worth of a contraceptive pill
It causes side-effects. Ah! How would he know?
He enjoys the freedom of reckless show
Nevertheless, I look at kids and admire their innocence
Wish the pill could kill within me my maternal pretence!
by Shrikant Sharma |
lost loveme, day, me,
.It became a pain, when I flourished it within my veins,
Love is what, nothing like a game of gains,
I follow my feeling until I ruined, and I ruined my feeling until me drains,
In her eyes I saw a depth, in her face I found an Egyptian Seth,
She murdered my soul, made me blind, and made me beg my life,
As a moth searching always a flame for asking to drag his life,
One day I will asleep on a sleek,
That day nothing will left as a desire, when I will be on a fleet,
I asked you to have a dream, and you to become my dream,
You chucked me like a stone, like it was a prone,
It became a faint again, when I dare to burn the whole gent,.
by Rosemarie Rowley |
GOODNESS AS A VIBRATION
I love only what is good, and this aesthetic
Delights the blind man, for he can feel
Shimmer like a moth at his elbow, my pathetic
Sighs of creation in making what’s real,
And he can distinguish the dark shrouds
Of faces where wicked deeds were splendour,
He can detect the feast of envy, and loud
Avenues of fame, their soul’s provender.
A child glistens with beauty like a rain-
Drop, dancing with the feet of time,
Innocence is bliss only when his pain
Of not seeing is absent, for he hurts like lime
Thrown in the faces of perceived sinners -
Who say horses backed on principle are not winners.
by Emile Pinet |
emotions, feelings, imagery, love, lust, metaphor, sad,
Hope fuels desire as it burns
within a lonely heart and soul.
And yet, sadness slowly returns
levying a heartbreaking toll.
When passion's flame gets doused by tears,
anxiety leaves you nauseous.
And although doubt unleashes fears,
lust circumvents being cautious.
Happiness morphs into teardrops
within a world where wishes die.
For the lying just never stops,
and fledgling hearts need trust to fly.
The moth and the flame start their waltz,
though courting death, she'll soon expire.
But enamored, she sees no faults,
for her desire's hotter than fire.
by Chaim Wilson |
emotions, life, love,
A moth’s drawn to light,
Man seeks his dawn in a lover.
Either species takes flight.
Both lose ability to hover,
As balance becomes slight,
Circling and spiraling another,
Crashing is dangerous due to the height.
Two voices emerge and vie to take over,
Caution says, “Incoming blight!”
“To be safe, I better run for cover!”
Abandon says, “What’s natural is right!”
“Isn’t this how dad met mother?”
Breathing room’s scarce, everything’s tight,
For moth or man it’s no clear matter!
by Brian Strand |
Emotion & feelings,active, no
longer passing fads of intervening years.
A latter day passion,now fading from
view along a different path I now stride.
Hastened by love,poignant,as a moth
to a flame to paraphrase a truth.Willing
to take a risk,each aspect leaves its mark
as sunlight upon the mundane.
phrasis from my 2007-9 PS blogs
Hear me recite this phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
by twanna Irisha |
As my baby boy walks home a single
gunshot and god angels
calls him home.
As he sit upon his throne, his angel wings
laced in chrome. His spirit comforts me,
as a moth in a cocoon. Taken away from
me way to soon. At first touch, I'm my son
first love. My son died without a chance to
live, resting in heaven from
another man's sins. My son physical body
might be gone, but his spirit will forever
live on. Every time my son smiles the sun
rays pour out. Sending love upon us,
reminding us how much he loves us. Until
the day we meet again, in God I trust.
by Jessica VH |
lost love, me,
O, temptress thief,
With your fragile hands upon me.
I let you take me like a tide,
Takes a body out to sea.
I waited three long years,
Like the wife of a sailor waits ashore.
Unyielding like a moth aflame,
Like a child that shrieks for more.
And now I reel back from Limbo;
And now I leave the bay.
It took me three long years to finally find,
That I simply ran you away.
by Mohammad Yamin |
No means to entice I try
Neither fret nor cry
Like a moth in crazy passion
On the candle of love I die
by Diane M Quinlan |
fire, flying, imagery, life, love, moon, sun,
fire, flying, imagery, life, love, moon, sun,
Not I said she to me
Would I said she of me be
A moth drawn to light
No heat of fool’s gold necklaces
Would make a warming breath singe!
My strong wings will soar
Covering proper distances to sleep
Where true bright light points
Real life’s fortunes will fulfill
My day and night time longings!
I have love to share
And will make that gift hold true
When coupled to take flight
Down inroads and out rides far
Wedded wing to wing bred on tour!
by James Fraser |
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 *
by Brittany Reynolds |
animals, death, life, nature,
The spider sits upon his web
casting snares with each little thread
“Come play, come play with me” he said.
“A simple game to play, called Ebb.”
“No, no, no,” said the zooming fly.
“It’s clear that you are a bad guy.”
“I won’t play,” said a mottled moth.
“I won’t go near your sticky cloth.”
“I’m much too busy,” said the ant.
“I’d love to play, but I just can’t.”
The spider sits upon his weave,
cleaning up after a stray leaf,
and says in quiet disbelief,
“I’m not as bad as you believe.”
“No, you’re not,” agrees a song bird.
“You agree?” as threads were secured.
“No worse than I am,” he assured.
The spider’s response is unheard.