Lora Colon

Lora Colon Poems

I was talking to the moon
Just the other night,
Telling him how much
I admired his light;

If you awaken before me
And I'm crying in my sleep,
Take me in your arms and kiss me,
Give me reason not to weep

You say and do the little things
A woman never forgets;
And when it rains, I smile when you say
'It's raining violets'

A promise of love came at twilight,
Knocking upon this beggar's door,
I stood trembling as it let itself in,
Its charity shook me to the core

Your love flowed gently over me,
Like a wave caressing the shore,
Touching me... then covering me...
Leaving me begging for more

Who really knows a woman's heart
But the woman wherein it dwells,
She guards its contents like rare jewels,
Deepest secrets, she never tells

My days are tormented by longing,
So many dreams life did not fulfill;
Longing for the love that never came,
(Yet the gallant heart is hopeful still)

On that day he came to me
To sorrow I was bound,
My burdens weighing heavily,
What little joy I found

Memories are congregating
For their daily rendezvous,
Dancing and circling 'round my mind,
There is no averting their view

My head is like a grand hotel,
The guests arrive, one by one,
Some with great accomplishments,
Others are allowed just for fun

A storm draws near, hear the wind howl,
The moon denies me its light,
On nights like this, I need you here,
Oh love, I need you tonight

Quietly, I hear you speak to my heart
Like no one has done before;
A silent voice, but I understand,
All I can say is 'Ay, amor! '

Why is there no one here for me,
No companion for my heart?
I'm tired of pretending, wearing this mask,
Too long have I played the part

See those stars twinkling so high in the skies?
Some are sad stars trying to avert their eyes,
They've observed lovers who have parted ways -
To keep from crying they must turn their gaze

I've seen the darkness, I've lived with it,
I'm traveling without a star,
Some people never find the light they seek,
But that's just how things are

The sun tiptoed around the room,
When it entered, I was unaware;
It looked for you on the bed, on the floor,
It was looking everywhere

Each night I prepare for the ritual,
When through my window moonlight streams,
I say a prayer, then close my eyes
And await the man of my dreams

Searching for love, he walked the path
No traveler's foot had found;
Out of the fog emerged the form
Of a love, long silent and bound

I walk rather slowly these days,
Without purposeful destiny,
No plane to catch, no train to board....
There's no one waiting for me

Dream by dream, I felt his presence,
A spirit formed of love and light,
A welcomed guest in my loneliness,
Sweetly whispering in the night

The Best Poem Of Lora Colon


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 I knew we'd meet again,
We share an emptiness,
And we both hide it well
Under the cover of darkness.

Now we meet each night,
The moon and I,
He seems happier now
From when I first saw him cry;

When I look at the sky,
He's the first thing I see,
And when he looks down,
I know he's looking at me.

And so it goes
Night after night,
I give him my company,
He gives me his light

Lora Colon Comments

Brian Johnston 10 December 2013

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! |

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 13 July 2013

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.

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Lyn Paul 24 January 2015

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

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Colin Coplin 14 December 2013

Loves journey. A beautiful poem. Thank you

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David Mclansky 19 April 2014

Her kisses are my narcotic,

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bri edwards 05 March 2021

Since the horrid changes in PH, Lora is one of of few whose poems i miss being able to find as i once was able to in the 'old' PH. : ( bri

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Jankovic Zoran 12 May 2019

When someone is dancing with letters so that, for a moment, we lose a sense of where the line between sweet dreams and reality, then it's poetry from the heart. The stage is yours, dance Lora.

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Kailash Sharma 24 April 2019

May I share your poems with your name copying from poem hunter please

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Bipasha D 25 January 2018

You poems flow beautifully, rich in images and touch a chord. I am glad I came across your poems.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 23 September 2016

Your poems have the ability to pour rains over the deserted hearts and routined minds. Keep this human approach up, dear poetess please.

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