Charles M Moore

Rookie - 208 Points (1953 june / Glasgow Scotland.)

Charles M Moore Poems

201. Ash To Ash 3/4/2006
202. The Seductress 6/20/2006
203. Muddy Wellies In The Rain 2/12/2006
204. Rubbish 3/2/2006
205. A History Of Sorts 6/5/2006
206. Dippy The Dog 2/13/2006
207. Love Me For A Thousand Years 2/11/2006
208. It's A River 2/12/2006
209. Avalon 2/11/2006
210. Women 2/12/2006
211. You Return To Me 3/2/2006
212. Sisterhood 2/13/2006
213. What Is The Love Of A Woman 3/7/2006
214. Youv'E Broken Her Heart 3/8/2006
215. .words. 4/13/2008
216. A Sonnet Of Love 4/7/2007
217. Timothy The Pirate 3/25/2006
218. That Special Kiss 2/14/2006
219. A Beautiful Day 5/10/2006
220. Chocolate 2/11/2006
221. I And Me And You 2/14/2006
222. Where The Passion Flower Grows 3/4/2006

Comments about Charles M Moore

  • Terry Dawson (3/14/2018 3:36:00 AM)

    Some beautiful poems here, Charles, well done and thank you!

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Moira Cameron Moira Cameron (3/7/2016 12:05:00 AM)

    Och! I should hae guessed you were Scottish! :) The rhythm of your poetry, the ones I have read thus far, indicate a musical background. I too have a musical background, so reading your poems felt very familiar to me. Thanks for sharing them. I will take the time to read more.

  • Tara Nugent (10/7/2009 8:14:00 PM)

    I love the way you have written this, it cuts right to the point and it certainly pulled a few strings in my heart. Kudos.

Best Poem of Charles M Moore

Where The Passion Flower Grows

Lay down on your pillow
and turn the lights down low
let me take you to the garden
where the passion flower grows

Close your eyes and enter dreams
as love's emotion sets the scene
and flitters through the garden
where the passion flower grows

Touch the tender petals
of the flower as she grows
a tentative endeavour
as your feelings overflow

Let me draw you to the place
where ecstasy can be embraced
the beauty of the garden
where the passion flower grows

Feel your mind exploding
in the heavy scented air
experience the ...

Read the full of Where The Passion Flower Grows

Untill We Meet Again

Dress me in silk when I lay down
and make my bedding red
three coffins one inside of each
of elm and oak and lead

Place me high upon the cart
high as the horses head
and walk with me through cobbled streets
to let your grief be fed

[Report Error]