My name is Luna, and I love music. It's my whole life. But with loving music, I came to love words. I so often sit in my room with the radio turned all the way up and let words just drip from my pen. I never thought I was much of a poet, until I tried to write some. Now I can't stop. Poetry is like a drug to me now, I'll always keep it with me. I hope everyone enjoys reading my poems as much as I enjoyed writing them. Thank you. more »
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Luna Moon Poems
Oh all the kinds of cupcakes, Filled with sugar and sweet. They're all sorts of flavors, And my favorite treat.
Think about music, It's a very beautiful thing. It can fill you with emotions, And make you want to sing.
The Carnival is fun, I really like the Ringmaster's son. The boy's quite a catch, Anything he threw I'd fetch.
An Overlooked Beauty
I'm a flower with crimson petals. They bask in the sunlight, And shine a vibrant red. People stop to admire me,
I sit by the poppies, Staring into a green pool. I hear the wind blowing, The breeze is quite cool.
I pace up and down, I walk all around, I crack knuckles and stomp on the floor. I scream and holler,
All The While
I turned to find him, Staring at me. Seeing through things, That you can't see.
White like the moons wax and wane, Silver like the drops of rain. Gold like my pretty new find, Green like a watermellons rine.
Chilly, The icecube does freeze. It stings like the many thousands of bees. Oh how it burns thine hand of mine,
Golden, was a kings crown, Watch him, as he falls to the ground. Down down, The crown did drown.
A Deceptive Flower
She's truely blossomed, Into a beautiful flower. The fire in her eyes, Is meant to devour.
You're Bittersweet, You know that? Like chocolate on my tongue. Bittersweet,
Love is For People In Hell
Love is only for losers, Love isn't playing nice. Love is only for rulebreakers, Love cheats it's way into life.
Today's just a Tuesday, It'd be more if you felt the same. My crush growing steadily more difficult to hide.
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Oh all the kinds of cupcakes,
Filled with sugar and sweet.
They're all sorts of flavors,
And my favorite treat.
Strawberry and vanilla,
Chocolate and peanut-butter.
They're all so delicious,
I have to have another.
But I must resist,
For if I don't there will be trouble.
But try as hard as I might,
They're all so yummy and loveable! ! !