like a moth to the light.
Ashley Somebody

I fell for you
like a moth to the light.

Moths die.
#fallen   #10w   #light   #moth   #fellforyou  
Moth, moth... can you stand still?
Katzenberg

I saw you fallen in front of me
motionless and in grief
your only hope has faded
your little life is diminished.

For a split second I see
a tiny flap of wings
clumsy and weak
I hear your voice within me.

"Is it all you can do for me?"
"Why are you taking me?"
"You got a light?"
"Your hands are so warm..."


Moth, moth... can you stand still?
there are no light in here
Moth, moth... do you ever sleep?
live one day and forever be.

(I know nothing about poetry,  just write what and how it comes to my mind,  hope you like my debut in here.)
#poem   #original   #new   #writer   #moth  
brown moth
A Mareship

this dust-rolled
brown moth
is
patterned
with a band of white
to stand for winter,
when it was just a flimsy bundle
of gristle and sticks

and all the boys in the summertime are sticky and
unclean
like the mouths of dogs -
pink where the sun can't lick

the backs of their necks are baked red brick

girls wear bronzer
piled on thick.

#sun   #summer   #boys   #girls   #moth  
A moth is dancing at the only
Lawrence Wentzz

Hang me up to dry
Killers in our summer clothes.
A moth is dancing at the only
lightbulb in the dark.
I’m moving stoned,
looking at the white of your eyes.
You woke me up too many times.
Now I don’t sleep anymore
and I think only at freedom
but I follow just the moth.
There’s nothing to do here;
I am only happy in bed,
in the bed of your mind.
Everywhere else i’ll die in mistery.
But tomorrow is to die,
today is to live,
to let your heart
enjoy the moth.

#love   #death   #end   #mad   #beginning   #moth  
Eleni Anne Kennard
Eleni Anne Kennard
Jul 10      Jul 10

Your hand rests limply
Across my waist
A cacophony of thoughts
Our hearts beat at different rates

We search for the light
Like dusty moths
Floating broken
And drifting off

On top of the sheets
Listening to the world outside
I traced the features of your face
With my rough fingertips

We gravitate towards happiness
And do what's in our power
To find the light that never goes out
The light inside each other

It is late and I've been dreaming
So the string of thoughts is tangled
But I think from now on I'll keep
A lighter beside my candle.

a little moth against a lamp,
Silvia Glass

Somewhere in the rain between the falling,
somewhere in the strain of all the years,
little winged noises always calling,
little winged things that have no fears.

And in the evening light there see
a little moth against a lamp,
beating dusty wings as if to say
“I know I am, I know I am.”

Mother cries a name onto the driveway–
you should know it’s yours, you should respond.
You should turn your heels into the doorway–
night may take you ‘way if you’re too long.

Oh little moth out on your wing,
you hold some pieces of a dream
all wrapped in dust and other things
I’ve always tried so hard to be.

Won’t you beat there on a little longer;
I will someday make you bright new wings!
Of feathers, jewels, and blood like birds and angels
‘stead of those weak papery old things.

Oh little moth out on your wing,
you hold some pieces of a dream
all wrapped in dust and other things
I’ve always tried so hard to be.

Someone always says the mind’s a garden,
someone always talks of things that bloom,
but mine’s always been full of little moths and
little things that push beneath the moon.

And in the evening light there see
a little moth against a lamp,
beating dusty wings as if to say
“I know I am, I know I am.”

And in the evening light there see
a little moth against a lamp,
beating tattered wings as if to say
“This I have, this much I have.”

a song
#dreams   #hopes   #childhood   #moth  
And such as a moth
Zara Noury

I come from darkness
And such as a moth
Beating itself
To death
Against a flame,
In your arms, I burn
Just the same.


F.Z.N

#die   #darkness   #burn   #same   #beating   #flame   #arms   #moth  
Like a moth
Light of Day

Like a moth
blinded by such froth
wished to touch the flame.
Wrapped with swath
Burnt wings dropped the cloth
Time to take the blame...

A response poem to "Jack and Jill" of Ae.
#love   #and   #bye   #blame   #flame   #moth   #jack   #jill   #novice  
Eileen Prunster
Eileen Prunster
Sep 11, 2012

Your poems
the flame
I scorch

wrote this last night then deleted it    wrote it again this morning Lol still want to delete it

Your hawk eyed wing peers with fierce stillness
upon the day scorched Sonoran sands which,
humbled in sparseness like the Sinai, found favor
in God’s eye to cloak you in Joseph’s many colored coat.

Tail horned larvae, thick in hermetic mystery,
raise their heads  in sphinx-like pose, riddling enemies
with their stony gaze,  spitting green soup at trespassers,
worthy of Linda Blair in the Exorcist.

At dusk you emerge from your cryptic shyness
to pry the secrets of the Dune Evening Primrose
with your well hung proboscis, so tapered to the task
she can’t reproduce without your whirring whispers
bruited in her ear, her cloying nectar saved only for you.

With pugilist’s craft you woo all the desert blooms,
bobbing and weaving like Muhammad Ali midair,
swift and relentless, then hovering patiently
like predatory helicopters on the Mekong
spewing their gift of Agent Orange.

Vat? You didn't think I could write nature poetry?
Vat am I ~ a vun trick pony?

Sphinx Moth/Sphingidae
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sphingidae
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