Lora Colon

Silver Star - 4,434 Points (26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

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  • Gold Star - 15,499 Points Lyn Paul (1/24/2015 5:28:00 PM)

    Your pen expresses your every word as the ink flows onto a blank page

  • Rookie Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/6/2014 7:12:00 AM)

    excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels. i invite you to read my poem

  • Veteran Poet - 1,048 Points David Mclansky (4/19/2014 7:01:00 AM)

    Her kisses are my narcotic,

  • Rookie - 4 Points Colin Coplin (12/14/2013 3:32:00 PM)

    Loves journey. A beautiful poem. Thank you

  • Gold Star - 5,674 Points Brian Johnston (12/10/2013 1:03:00 PM)

    To miss reading Lora Colon's poetry would be like never tasting Dr. Pepper, late harvest German wine, or my mom's apple pie, like never jumping out of plane, like never experiencing a family of whales playing in a California cove on a foggy beach as the sun sets, Herman Hesse's poems, or Mahler's 9th. My friend, you are about to discover gold, powerful magic, (and may even encounter God) ! Read on. Time's a wasting! |

  • Rookie Hasnain Aaqib (7/31/2013 8:03:00 AM)

    Lorraine's poetry is all about new experiments with life and also a gamut of variety of experiences. I liked her poetry as much as I liked my own poetry.
    hasnain aaqib

  • Silver Star - 3,266 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (7/13/2013 3:51:00 AM)

    Lora Colon is a poet who takes you onto a journey through all hues and shades of life and leave you mesmerized. Her poems though flow easy strike a deep chord.

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Best Poem of Lora Colon

Moonstruck

I was talking to the moon
Just the other night,
Telling him how much
I admired his light;

And then without warning,
Much to my dismay,
The moon got all teary-eyed
And asked me to look away;

He said I had no idea
How lonely it gets up there,
Watching lovers all over the world
Every night of the year;

But he quickly recovered
And apologized in shame,
I told him I understood,
Loneliness was my middle name;

We exchanged our stories
Long into the night,
Then the sun came up
And the moon dimmed his light.

But ...

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