Gina Marie Moody

Rookie (August ^th,1964 / Denver Colorado)

Gina Marie Moody Poems

1. She Haunts 2/5/2005
2. The Inconceivable Epiphany 2/5/2005
3. Unveiled Passion 2/5/2005
4. Solid Oak 7/30/2005
5. Book Burner 7/30/2005
6. Phantom Companion 7/30/2005
7. Intellectual Irony 7/30/2005
8. Serene Indulgence 2/5/2005
9. You 2/5/2005
10. Frigid Temptations 2/20/2005
11. A Buried Legacy 2/20/2005
12. Let Old Bones Lie 2/5/2005
13. Peripheral Vision 2/6/2005
14. Yellowed Pages 2/19/2005
15. Lucid Dreams 2/19/2005
16. Because You Love Me? 2/5/2005
17. Who Are You 2/5/2005
18. The Approaching Dawn 2/5/2005
19. Chasing The Fairytale 2/5/2005
20. Something Within 2/5/2005
21. Slipping Away 2/5/2005

Comments about Gina Marie Moody

  • Craig Hunnel (6/26/2006 11:18:00 PM)

    Gina,
    How great it is to read your obvious talent. Your usxe of style and genre makes an understatement in your words and meaning
    It's funny, all I can remember is your floppy black hair and tilted head anytime Bill and I did anything.
    Keep up the good work.
    I hope that you enjoy your gift. It is a special gift endowed on you, to use to bring peace, happiness, and hope to others. That's why people read poetry- But why do others write?
    that is a question to ponder as you embellish your next quest.
    I am looking forward to it.
    Sincerely,
    Rev. Craig A. Hunnel, Sr.
    Ceres Valley View Church of the Nazarene
    Ceres, CA

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Best Poem of Gina Marie Moody

Slipping Away

Bathed by the rush of salty sorrow,
years of caked and crusted pain flows free,
murky puddles form at my feet.

Struggling limbs sink into pits
of quicksand emotion.
I am lost in the mud slide
consuming my mind.

The downpour of bitter emotions
fills ambitious rivers of lost desires.
Chiseled canyons echo the hollow thuds
of collapsing dreams.

Fleeting thoughts of salvation
lose themselves,
sinking into thick pools
of deep regret.

Frantic eyes blurred by the mist
embrace hallucinations of
swollen velour clouds,
raining ...

Read the full of Slipping Away

The Approaching Dawn

You live beneath a setting sun;
each day brings
a forthcoming end.
Retreating sun beams
dance 'cross your sky
while warped illusions
paint your name.

The big picture has slipped

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