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Vaun Moore is my nom de plume for me,22 year old girl living in New York City, trying to make her way in this world. I have never been in love, yet my poems are so deeply personal, that it often leaves one to wonder. I will say this however, I never write about myself, only about people I have met or observed from a far.
I am currently working on my second volume of poems, for personal ... more »
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Vaun Moore Poems
He Said...
He said the air was better in Paris.
In Paris we could breathe
Like we never could
Here in the little home I had built.... more »
The Sleep Of Reason
It has been so long since I've watched you sleeping;
Watched the blue night descend on your body like a thick blanket.
Sometimes, your hair would cast itself like a net,
Snaring your face in ...... more »
An Open Letter To_______
We count the seconds
Where once the hours weren't enough
Silence now forces us too speak
Where once words were to much... more »
Orange Crush
I met you in a splendor of giggling
Amid summer dust in New York City…
Gulping merriment,... more »
For Eddie
One day, there will be a woman besides you
Who paints her lips a deeper shade of red
In an attempt to hold onto you... more »
Untitled As Of Yet (Any Suggestions)
Dusk descends on the World
And distance lies between us like the grave
Cold, silent, unforgiving
Where are you my Darling?... more »
Lover's End
You leave slowly
Like the breath of a dying woman
Shuddering slightly as it passes between pearly white teeth... more »
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The Sleep Of Reason
It has been so long since I've watched you sleeping;
Watched the blue night descend on your body like a thick blanket.
Sometimes, your hair would cast itself like a net,
Snaring your face in fragile, moth-like tendrils.
Othertimes, your mouth would split open like overripe plums
Spilling their flesh on hot, black earth
Shattering the pregnant silence,
And beckoning the dawn.
I watch you in that silence of mine
That you know so well
Envying you
Your vulnerability,
Your abandon,
Your humanness-
Outside the window,
A Don Quixote dawn ...
