#moths poems on Hello Poetry

Victoria Rachael Nash Apr 2018

Moths

What if the moths that crash
against the dark window pane;
wings pattering urgently pushing
trying to break through the glass,
are the dead souls in the tunnel
flying towards the light
of the supposed paradise
but they can’t get through.

Then they fly about outside
like dusty ghosts of the night.

Strange late night imaginings I had about the moths at the window.

6th April 2016

#moths #ghosts #dark #night #paradise #heaven #fly #afterlife #spooky

Jack Bennett Feb 2018

Moth-Like

Streets lined with colours

That beg to be bought

And we like moths

To the flame

Do flutter our wings

Aggresively smashing our heads

At the windows

#moths #flame #attracted #poem #poetry #colours #streets #lights #consumerism

Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh Feb 2018

In the Imambara Tonight

Over thorns I have seen flowers lying tonight
I have seen moths near lamp dying tonight

I can see my vision getting blurred enough
Before me, I can't see you crying tonight

My speech is rambling on a prayer rug
And each wish from heart is flying tonight

Ever seen frozen eyes of a dead beloved?
Then, likewise my eyes are drying tonight

In the Imambara of Kashmir, Mirza! ***!
Ask your wish, why are you shying tonight

When flowers rest over thorns, and moths burn before lamps, and when all this happens tonight.

#moths #lamps #candles #flowers #thorns #eyed #blurred #vision

Zelda Jan 2018

Untitled

I watched crimson dance on top of sapphires
Surrounded by moths
I begged forgiveness within their bars
Sent out a prayer for a savior
In return I received a mocking smile
As they took you away from me
In your death I was birthed
I bargained the flames of the raven
To burn the moths
I watched sapphires dance on top of crimson

I’m not who I claim to be
Few can see the chains I drag about
Still, they follow my lead
I’m wired into a new era of empowerment
Where I play the queen accordingly
Taking back control of the world
Reaching for what I want
That which rightfully belongs to me

I don’t know how to fix the mess they made
I can’t reset the past
I can only move forward along a twisted path
Abandoning all the answers
To watch them choke on the feathers they wanted desperately
One day you will understand
And maybe you will accept my apology
But I won’t rest till I get back what they took
I’m searching for that which rightfully belongs to me

#crimson #feathers #raven #moths #revenge #purpose #lost #broken #burn

aubergine Jan 2018

moths

i am perhaps too late
light bulbs have synced
and have now exploded across the city
darkness is instant
but there’s light in your body
i follow you like a moth
because i know you
and detect you as my nocturnal guide
and when you no longer blink
i think i might die

originally published on my tumblr blog, 2017

#moths #lepidoptera

Adrian Nov 2017

Moths

There is a strange
Tingly sensation
In my stomach
When you are near
And when you speak to me
Or touch me
A sensation often described as butterflies
But they are not pure enough
To be butterflies
Because I know you don't feel them as I do
So they are moths
Moths
Because they are crowding your light
Moths in my stomach
Flying up
And up
And up
Through my windpipe
Choking me
And trying to reach you
And your blinding
Fluorescent light

#moths #butterflies #nervous #love #affection #nerves #anxiety #unrequitedlove

Abbi Sep 2017

Pollinate

I think of you from time to time and of how I'd ask you to pass the wine, before our lips joined together as one, your dark to my light, ying and yang, intertwined.

I think of you lesser now, of only how your fuzz had felt, upon my chin and against my cheek, our hearts never had a chance to fully meet.

I think of you, a vague memory of what it felt like to be in lust, not in love but so passion consumed it swelled and bust.

I don't want to admit that I think of you now, because of how our trist fell out.
It was dark and gruesome and nothing like the butterflies that used to carry me off the ground, but instead a sludge that sunk my feet and pulled me deeper in over my crown.

You're a memory of grief buried deep, but out from the mud I have bloomed again, a flower for the moths to pollinate and spread my love to those who hate.

#moths #butterflies #pollinate #memories #lust #sadness