Theresa Ann Moore

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

Theresa Ann Moore Poems

601. One Dance 10/7/2010
602. A Faded Celluloid Memory 10/7/2010
603. Silent Movies 10/9/2010
604. Graduation 10/9/2010
605. Mums 10/11/2010
606. Age Is A Desired Trait 10/12/2010
607. Summer Is Dying 10/13/2010
608. Manliness/Fatherhood 10/14/2010
609. Who's The Daddy? 10/14/2010
610. October 9… Happy Birthday John 10/10/2010
611. No Longer Nameless 10/16/2010
612. Classmates Connect On A Catamaran 10/17/2010
613. Desperation 10/18/2010
614. Resilience 10/18/2010
615. An Autumn Masterpiece 10/20/2010
616. Something New 10/21/2010
617. Snowflake Prophecy 10/22/2010
618. Loneliness 10/23/2010
619. Halloween Treats! 10/24/2010
620. The Parrot Man 10/25/2010
621. A Sunlit Shower 10/26/2010
622. Happiness 10/27/2010
623. Be The Influence 10/28/2010
624. Love Is Like A Rose 10/30/2010
625. Isn'T Halloween For Kids Anymore… 11/1/2010
626. Shake A Leg 11/19/2010
627. Unlikely To Survive 11/20/2010
628. Alone Hours 11/21/2010
629. Angels 12/30/2010
630. Dying Campfire 12/30/2010
631. Phantom Love 12/30/2010
632. A Splendid Day 12/30/2010
633. Peaceful Slumber 12/30/2010
634. Sunlit Snow 12/30/2010
635. Pure Absolution 1/6/2011
636. Silent Shadows 1/16/2011
637. Perchance To Dream... 1/17/2011
638. Preoccupation With Beauty 3/18/2007
639. Grandmother's Smile 11/4/2010
640. Unforgettable 11/10/2010
Best Poem of Theresa Ann Moore

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

4/14/08

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My Ancestors

The extent of my lineage, I can not trace
When I examine the features of my face…
There are many lines of unrecorded history.
There is a familiarity that creates a mystery.

Where does my endowment ultimately come from?
Who contributed to the human being I have become?
Questions sink into oblivion as my parents decompose.
Because of insufficient information I must foreclose.

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