Theresa Ann Moore

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

Theresa Ann Moore Poems

1121. Snow Flies 1/2/2008
1122. Fade To Black 1/3/2008
1123. Live In The Moment 1/4/2008
1124. Backwards? 12/28/2007
1125. A Transfusion 1/26/2008
1126. Frosted Window Glass 1/30/2008
1127. The Traveling Circus 1/31/2008
1128. Listening To The Oldies 1/31/2008
1129. Fleeting Thoughts 1/31/2008
1130. Solitaire Is Therapeutic 2/3/2008
1131. Landscape Painting 2/8/2008
1132. Completeness 1/10/2008
1133. Sharing Words 12/21/2007
1134. Waking A Vacant Haze 12/29/2007
1135. Kept Within 1/11/2008
1136. Once Upon A Time 1/27/2008
1137. Scheduling 1/28/2008
1138. Procrastination 3/21/2007
1139. Unexpected Surprise! 3/29/2007
1140. Rhonda's Day At The Park 3/25/2007
1141. Not A Father’s Son 3/24/2007
1142. In The Dark 4/2/2007
1143. Stray Cat 3/31/2007
1144. Drunk Driver 3/30/2007
1145. Mom 4/7/2007
1146. Life In Motion 4/9/2007
1147. Response To An Apology 4/12/2007
1148. Granddaughter 3/10/2007
1149. Unlock Your Spirit 3/24/2007
1150. Blessed 3/15/2007
1151. Open Your Eyes 3/18/2007
1152. Strangers 3/6/2007
1153. The Sagging Door 3/6/2007
1154. My Ancestors 3/3/2007
1155. The Angry Man 2/26/2007
1156. A Reminder 4/16/2007
1157. Dust 5/12/2007
1158. Embarrassing 5/17/2007
1159. William 5/17/2007
1160. Start Over Again 5/9/2007
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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No Farewells

I have to admire the optimistic view you had
You refuse to dwell on the news that was bad
Life was for living fully and not sadly lamenting
Looking death in the eye you were not consenting

You had too many things to do, and could not sit idly
Your bountiful green garden made you beam widely
White lilies were blooming; you inhaled the lovely smell
Your days were very busy; there is no time to say farewell

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