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Faraway moon,
as a young child
I could see your smile,
taste your cheese,
see your old man,
touch you with my finger.

Fascinating moon,
as a young adult
I could sense your pull,
bathe in your romantic beams,
pledge my love,
reach for the stars!

Most faithful moon,
in my waning years
as life's orbit decays,
I am in awe of your loyalty,
amazed by your true colors,
reassured by your changing tides.
Continue to reflect life's light,
as other young children
see your beautiful smile,
taste your curious cheese,
see your kind old man,
touch you with their imagination...
as other young people,
sense your magnetic pull,
luxuriate in your romantic beams,
pledge their undying love,
seek out distant horizons...

most faithful, fascinating, faraway moon
10/18/2019 - Poetry form: Free Verse - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
Billie Oct 7
Awake, aging and alone.
Tortured by only two of these things
It was when the rain start
as my heart skip a beat
I heard yours in triump
Thumping and pumping so fast

You smile mischievously
And sing for me endlessly
Oh!  How hate and love collide
Just like heat after the summer kiss
And the cold breeze of snow flakes bliss
It was all clear to me oh!  How I miss you  badly

Years after years
Decades strike straight through me
Wrinkles and lines visible on my face
As the smell of your perfume filled my nostrils

And now it's my time
To go back to our old days my love
The film of life is done with me
And I'm ready to go free
the world is unjust
unready for you, little one.
just hold on
just one moment — wait,

don’t go yet. wait
for me, my legs are slower
than they used to be.
brittle, you know.
you and i are both

getting older.
wait —
don’t go yet. stay
just one moment.
i’m not ready.
Sav Sep 8
Being in my late twenties is not as **** as I thought it would be.

Now I find myself waiting for my thirties.

When I'll be

thirty, flirty, and thriving.

I would at least like to hold on to the last part.

Thriving is what I want to be.

I feel like being in your late twenties is second teenage hood.

You develop new skin problems and need meds, you are also a reckless mess.

But hey at least now you live alone,
at least now you
are grown.

In a sense.

I'll try to enjoy my late twenties.

As my sisters surpass my talents.

Maybe thirty will be my year.

Or 40.
On realizing I'm not a teenager anymore. And far from it.
A Sep 6
Dear Room,

You have been pink
You have been blue
And yellow, then pink again
I even drew Whinnie the poo

And now you're white
With one wall blue
And I have loved 15 years with you

Soon another little girl may burst in
With different color to choose
But I will always remember
That you were me, and I was you
Arise in the pre-dawn hush,
Everything moves, ask the toilet brush,
Then a morning offering to God,
On with the routine I do plod,
I think to rise and smile,
And send each one positive vibes,
To my cyber buddies across the miles,
To my pen friends in the USA,
Hope you dodge hurricanes today,
Then it is breakfast time,
Compare our statins in a rhyme,
I have learnt this yet, you see,
Aging is really not for wussies!
Feedback welcome, have a laugh.
Over the decades,
We've worked it out.
No need for a Power of anyone.
If I go blind,
You'll be my sight.
And so on.
I will supply
What you lack;
And you promised,
Should I *****,
To leave me on my back.
Michael Hole Aug 23
All our days are numbered,
and no one knows how many.

One day you look and there's a pound,
the next there's just a penny.

So spare a thought for your loose change,
and how much you have left.

Because the way that life eats up our heartbeats,
is nothing short of theft.
Pyrrha Aug 21
they spent so many years treating me like an adult
that I never had the chance; the right
to be a child
I was told to grow up so quickly
that I never had the gift; the innocence
of being a kid
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