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 Dec 2020
daphne
i feel like a fool
proposing my heart to you

i was loving the moon

so exquisite
as she dangled above me
pinning my vulnerable self
beneath her

locking me down
with a sinful gaze
watching as i
slowly come undone

and when i thought
she had taken
what she came here for
she stayed
and listened to my nightly laments
offering solace to my silly angst

but by morning
she was gone
visiting other lonely, pathetic souls
offering them the same pleasure
she gifted me the night before
making them feel as special as i

and by dusk
she'd return again
as if she had never left at all
taking me for a fool
and maybe, just maybe
she might be right after all
 Dec 2020
Deep
The moon has started missing the
face giving him company in
the lone, sad and frosty nights...
 Dec 2020
Yashashvi
maybe like the moon – a part of them is hidden away
that’s why they always seem to smile
and when all of theirs is visible,
I crave to see their mythical presence
is it brighter on the this side and darker on the other side
or would it just be fine being visible half a part?


yep, i have still more questions lets talk them in another writing ........
 Dec 2020
Universe Poems
Moonglade,
glistening
Circle stepping stones,
seen on waters,
surface whispering
So you Moonlight,
can be tracked,
reflection on water,
that is a sure fact

© 2020  Carol Natasha Diviney
 Dec 2020
Sarita Aditya Verma

The stars glimmered in the sky
In clusters so high
Moon glowed with an aura golden red
The sea at night calm
Reflected the beauty
Like the mirror does
Blurry and still
The waves, shimmered
The wind so silent
Before the dawn

✨✨
1st Dec ,  5:45  am
The moon and the Arabian Sea
 Dec 2020
Kvothe
I do not mean to flatter, when
I say you are the moon.

Your existence lies so distant,
Yet in my sight you loom.

A tide I am to your expanse,
you push and pull my heart.

Though years it's been since we did speak,
your smile tears me apart.

A sun you've found, to orbit now,
perhaps it's for the best.

Some lips, I hope, will eclipse yours,
till then my soul won't rest.
 Dec 2020
Myrrdin
Someone told me once
To think of something constant
When it got too much
To look at the moon
And marvel at its permanence
Yet, if you could leave
Falling so far out of my sky
I know nothing is constant
If not you,
Then not even the moon.
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