Poetry Moon🌙

I write only with my feelings. Spreading the feelings of Humanity. To gain further understand into my own mind and soul.

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All Night

Under the light of the lamp, We snuggle and camp together, Smiling at one another. Kissing freely. Us all smilie. In our nest things we the best, With your head on my chest. We can rest easy. Comfy knowing you're here with me. Only you can know I'm a big softie and you calm me. Together we lay happy, Staring at wildlife on the tv. Till you get sleepy and hold onto me. Seeing your beauty every night. It will be a delight as I hold you All night. P.M.

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River of words

Flowing...... Churning.......... Flowing................ Churning................. The sound of the water is growing. The sound of freshness. The sound of cleanliness. The sound that soothes. The sound that makes inspiration move. The sound that removes pain from my brain. The sound of healing. The sound of restoring. The sound of calming The sound that is new The sound of you.

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Fire begins to fly

Bursting into the sky. Fire has now begun to fly.. So bright it absorbs the light. Like a star in the night sky, it takes eye. It makes you sit and wonder why? As the embers float into the sky. How can you deny the fires warm cry? P.M.

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Dream

~Dream. What does it mean? To create. To relate. To anticipate. How do you describe what describes itself? When there's nothing to buy, what's the point of wealth? Are they just fantasy? Creativity Freely Productivity Can they become reality? They seem to shape the world without even being there To the world dreams are like air.~

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Blue Beauty

Remember that first day? The first time I started to see you that way. The first time I said bae. That day I looked into the bay. The beauty, the beauty, the beauty Of your mind, heart, and body. They all captivated me just like the beautiful sea.

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Whats "walls" about?

Just wanna say all my poetry is up for interpretation so feel comfortable with your thinking:). For me, it's about the certain double thought of when someone thinks they are doing something that's good for you but you know isn't. It becomes another obstacle instead of the help they thought. Sometimes people don't mean to or don't care and think they do know what's best.

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Simple Letter

~Nothing is better than getting a letter. Feeling the pressure of where the pen once was. Seeing where creativity flew. Furthering what I knew about you.~

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Walls

Walls are sometimes placed by the ones you love most. Those you hold close, boasting about how they helped you but they didn't even asked you. Kindness are only positives if you wanted it otherwise it's just someone else trying to stuff it in your mind and waste, instead of ease your mind. They could have gave you a sign but to their selfish mind, they knew the way. It can wreck your day but it's okay because all walls erode away

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Every Text

~After every text I wonder "what's next for us?" Seeing all this trust in the context. Typing words we have both heard yet having new meaning. Is it the same feeling? The same understanding? Waking up to look at my phone hoping you didn't leave me alone. Sending my love and compassion hoping for a reaction. Do you dream of me? Where do you see our road? I want it to be till we're old. The legends that people hear told. I hope this feeling will never erode. If I may be so bold to say. I love you everyday. ~

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Place I Once Called Home

This place I once called home. How you have changed.... Walls once live with memories now cold stone. The bed I once rested and dreamt peacefully on now feels different to me. My how you have changed. Everything I've known has rearranged itself. It's foreign, this new beast is born. It does not belong to me anymore, this house has changed to the core.

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Ahead of me

It's a big world with unlimited possiblities but the hardest choices can just be choosing a road ahead of me. I can not see what might be destiny or failure ahead of me. Though that's the beauty to live is not to see but to be free.

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Plight

Ashes and embers come from the scorched log. Cinders and embers being lifted in hot air causing eyes to stare. They are fireflies in the night, Stars that dance in the night, fire in flight. They decorate the darkness in the fullness of their light. If one wish to learn anything from a ember, it would be to learn their lifestyle and their plight.

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One spark

~Giving my heart a spark that cause my blood to flow from my brain to my toe. Freezing till my mouth says hello.~

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Erase one

Why do I miss your touch so much? Wishing you were here right now. Why do I call for your name? I'm always hoping you are near. Why do I adore every word you say? I pray you can here me clear. I miss you and it brings a smile and a tear to my face, only you can erase one or another.

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No Thanks, sorry I was more interested in the first poem, but good luck with that and thanks

Ah it's nothing 😂😊 dw about it.

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oh someone cheated on you or something? How?

It's happened. You cam message me for a interview lol😊

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okay. And falling snow?

People can be deceitful. It was based on old feelings from a time ago. Though I like to keep my poems open to the mind.