poems for poetry challenge

three florette

one twenty Twenty Florette

twenty twenty
feared by many
reasons plenty
feared by many the end times are coming right now

these strange visions
nightmare visions
nightmares real
are end times real
or is this just my fate to have visions galore

howling at the Moon Florette

howling at the moon
the mad full moon
filled with madness
I fall down screaming, like an banshee, pure madness

i see the moon
smiling full moon
filling me with lust
I fall into
dreaming of meeting naked lovely moon maidens


Moon over the mountains Florette

the full moon shines
providing signs
deep in mountains
I want to moan

filled with thought of the moon and people living there

the evil moon
blood red blue moon
terrifies me
mad moon cries
and I run consumed with hot mad desires