she constantly shines for me so bright
though not at the fullest
she always does her best
I know that since as long as I have been living
the moon is always peeping
to my home-area
I saw my moon last night
though not at the fullest
she shines always at the brightest
despite the weather was darkest.
My moon in boon…….
© Sylvia Frances Chan – All Rights Reserved
Saturday 7 Nov 2020
Similar Posts
AN OPEN MESSAGE
All about my true invitationand your brave adaptationDear poet poet, sirI´ll treat you heredelicious ginger-ale cocktail, no beerbut never shake, just stirHere I cite your precious words,your addition with some renditionto my poem submissionAn Essay Poem about Love, not ´bout birdsyou saidthat sounded truly sadamongst other,please don´t botherpoet poet, he said these important words to…
most enthralling write
your well chosen words,as if i could follow the choice of your words….how you chose them…..It feels so close…so familiaras if i am with youin your beautiful mind…your lovely wordsso well known to methe magical sphere you conjuredthe big difference isi am just a guestin your poeticalhomeand you are the one who creates,i love watchingyour…
De Zichtbare Cyclus…
‘Small Philosophy’?Nee?dat ging over de mensen dewolfsroedel,in mijn samenleving,de overheid is in hun elementsamen met bosbeheer,ze willen beheren,het wolvenras aanmoedigenom onze Nederlandse natuur opnieuw te betreden en opnieuw te bevolken,lange tijd is de wolfniet zichtbaar in ons land,nooit meer gezien, al uitgeroeid,de laatste tijd vinden ze alleen karkassen langs de snelweg,maar geen levende wolf, lange…
I wanna write a poem for TODAY
just wanna say it is The Anniversary of The Dayfrom long gone years of love in a most passionate wayi must confess now with heaviest pains-processthat Day was definitely our mutual YESour hearts, minds and soul, I was his Princessstill innocent and filled with the greatest zesta diligent type, ‘shy’ but a hardworking manan unimaginable…
My Reaction For Poet Ngoc Minh Nguyen after having read
To be true,if you’ll ask meabout this question, I’ll say to you: :Besides writing poems on a sheet of paper,I also paint on a canvas, but believe me:‘when our colours become one hue’while mixing the paintsmy canvas would be one dark and nasty view…but this humanistic philosophydeserves the greatest applause!We have to master the art…
Her name is
I have never everdone this today I picked up the phoneto call her on my very ownmy heart started bumping on and onmy lips were trembling, my balance goneat the other side of the world cameher voice soft and lovely…wished knew her name…© Sylvia Frances Chancopyright Wed 21 Sep 2011 – 1.20 hrsAll Rights Reserved