Poetry Now Originals

Mister moon, Dont be soon I see the sun as my friend And you as the enemy of a friend

You must be exothermic, because whenever you’re near, my heart releases all its energy. Or maybe we’re just a perfect bond because without you, my chemistry isn’t stable...

I must be a satellite, the way I circle your quiet gravity drawn in by something I can’t quite name. You don’t even try to pull me closer, yet somehow I keep orbiting, tracing the same soft path around your light. And if I ever drift too far away, it only takes one look from you to pull me right back into your atmosphere...

Imagine all the people Who would love to be free Free from conflict and just be Times like these makes one question When greed, power and extremism fight Will they eliminate each other? Or unite as one against the world...

You’re the kind of sweet that ruins the rest of the basket like biting a ripe peach after weeks of apples. Every room turns into summer when you walk in, and suddenly every other fruit just tastes… ordinary....

Filled with water and life This planet thrives with might They call it blue for its water I call it blue as it gets hotter What will prevail is a question for all But cant we agree to keep this planet strong?