Theresa Ann Moore

Rookie - 0 Points (1940 / Michigan, U.S.A.)

Theresa Ann Moore Poems

1. Scentless 3/4/2007
2. How Cold Is It? 3/4/2007
3. Sally The Acrobat 3/12/2007
4. Poetry 3/15/2007
5. Strawberry-Rhubarb Jam 3/17/2007
6. On The Run 3/18/2007
7. Grandmother 3/20/2007
8. Is It A Child's Dream? 3/22/2007
9. Unshackled Love 3/22/2007
10. Wrong To Right 3/24/2007
11. Good Friends And Poetry 3/25/2007
12. I Have A Life, Thank You 3/26/2007
13. The Links Of A Chain 3/30/2007
14. Become A Tree… 3/31/2007
15. Rumors 4/1/2007
16. Lightening Storm 4/1/2007
17. Tiffany Lamps 4/1/2007
18. Ideas 4/3/2007
19. Wild Flowers 4/4/2007
20. What Were You Looking For? 4/6/2007
21. Freedom Of Speech 4/10/2007
22. Nicknames 4/11/2007
23. Romantic Rhyme Master 4/11/2007
24. Is It Your Obligation? 4/12/2007
25. When I Grow Up… 4/13/2007
26. What Is Your Reaction? 4/18/2007
27. Sweet Rhonda Wright 4/18/2007
28. Reevaluation 4/23/2007
29. Lost Thoughts 5/3/2007
30. More Or Less? 5/4/2007
31. An Unopened Letter 5/7/2007
32. Caring 5/9/2007
33. May 5/9/2007
34. Bonus Grandson 5/12/2007
35. Mother’s Day… 5/13/2007
36. Enticing 5/14/2007
37. Appreciation 5/15/2007
38. Red Songbird 5/16/2007
39. Bath Time 5/21/2007
40. Viewpoint 5/22/2007

Comments about Theresa Ann Moore

  • Nitin Suresh (6/12/2007 6:14:00 AM)

    The poem on rendezvous with a stranger reflects of incidents thatv keeps happening in our lives..strangers touch us in so many special ways and completely unsought leave a indelible impression and stuff of poems like this

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  • Tara very irritated with PH injustice (5/20/2007 7:21:00 AM)

    Theresa is a huge asset to Poemhunter. For whatever frame of mind one wishes to enhance or induce, she has the perfectly poised poetic piece. Always thoughtful, always intelligent, always masterful in her penning.
    Read her.


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Best Poem of Theresa Ann Moore

What Does It Mean?

I had a vision or was it a dream…
In meditation I was completely immersed
I saw an image flying in a darkened sky
Its fiery wings spanned the universe
It was carrying someone, I think it was me

Wings of strength glided and soared
Gleaming feathered arms guided the trek
Stemming from a weightless scaled body
Was a sleek extended headless neck…
Or so it appeared, in the rapid blue blur

With wits barely clinging, I opened my eyes
I checked my pulse and expanded my chest
Just what was it that I had just seen?
My interpretation as a witness, I ...

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Silence can summon memories that still cling.
It can cause my closed eyes to tearfully sting.
How can nothingness make vivid images appear?
Waking my unconscious mind like a bombardier.

From the stillness, your voice gives a clear overview.
Sorry for pain I put you through; I really did love you.
For a fleeting moment, I visualize a smile on your face.
As I stare into darkness, there is only an empty embrace.

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