Theresa Ann Moore
I love to express myself through poetry. I enjoy reading the poems of talented poets. My favorite poet is Ogden Nash.
A Definition of 'Me'
There is more than one label that defines me.
There are many characteristics you cannot see.
Reduced to elements, I’m worth only a few cents.
A concoction bearing my name has no pretense…
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Theresa Ann Moore Poems
A Blossoming Rose
Feeling full of immeasurable dreams Desiring to burst forth with unfolding hues Opening with the natural ease of a sigh Blessed with a spattering of morning dew
After thirty years the day of decision has come It is time to consider quitting and reducing stress You fear you will be bored and have the doldrums Time to slow the rapid pace and go out for recess.
50th Class Reunion
A long breath of accumulated years Has sustain each day as lives veered Taking pathways to the unforeseen Following fragrant flowering dreams
A Child Brings Joy
All the time in the world Can never be as precious As the years your child grows It is a luxury of the ambitious
A Gift of Time
Time is of the essence. It is full of many presents. Some blow up in our faces. Others give loving embraces.
‘Tis the Season
As the chill of the winter season begins to knock Daylight Savings Time tumbles back on the clock Replacing sunlit hours of the day are colorful lights Christmas music fills department stores overnight
Providing my two very fluent grandchildren A means of sending thoughts… a beneficial perk Increasing accessibility to friends and getting help Able to join the circle of a communicating network
A Calming Breeze
Beautiful skies changing hour by hour Floating clouds billow, streak and follow Catching glints of sunlight…heightening majesty Enhancing tranquility as gentle winds blow
A Country Road
The tree lined country road barely has two lanes The serene path narrows and dips straight ahead Inviting everyone with a silence that has no name Captivated by nature’s beauty… my inner spirit is led
A Candle Burns
A faint breeze stirs As the storm approaches An inner flame is sheltered Behind reassuring walls
A Cold Conclusion
Vacant hours increase with excuses You have so much to do; that’s what you say… Can’t spare any length of time like you use to do What’s the inspiration for your new cologne spray?
A Change of Luck
It is said that a four leafed clover Brings good luck to those that find In the middle summer I looked all over For a magic leaf of four… a rare kind
The Middle Child
It is a position that continuously tugs and pulls A predicament that renders a destination boundless Between sunrise and the time diminishing hopes fall A middle child seeks identity in a world that is groundless
The early morning hours Are cautiously weighed… Choices have been made
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A Blossoming Rose
Feeling full of immeasurable dreams
Desiring to burst forth with unfolding hues
Opening with the natural ease of a sigh
Blessed with a spattering of morning dew
Petals instinctively absorb rays of warmth
Releasing a heavenly fragrance so freely
Intoxicating all who inhale as they pass by
Holding a matchless moment… demurely
Admiring eyes drink in your amazing beauty
As a stride slows and comes to a standstill
Your charm prevents time from going forward
Attaching to a heart that is lastingly fulfilled