Lora Colon

Gold Star - 7,971 Points (26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

Comments about Lora Colon

  • Lyn Paul Lyn Paul (1/24/2015 5:28:00 PM)

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

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  • 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

  • David Mclansky David Mclansky (4/19/2014 7:01:00 AM)

    Her kisses are my narcotic,

  • Colin Coplin (12/14/2013 3:32:00 PM)

    Loves journey. A beautiful poem. Thank you

  • Brian Johnston 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! |

  • Hasnain Aaqib 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

  • 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.

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 ...

Read the full of Moonstruck

My Escape

Seeking to escape reality,
I pretended to be a vine,
Climbing and clinging to a strong oak
My weary tendrils did entwine,
With gladdened heart each morn I awoke,
Free of cares and woes, and life was fine

'Round and 'round I twisted, embracing him,
To reach heaven's light was my goal,

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