Theresa Ann Moore

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

Theresa Ann Moore Poems

81. Johnny’s Safari 10/15/2007
82. Lake Shore 10/27/2007
83. The Mastodon 10/28/2007
84. Cable Television 10/28/2007
85. Poet Of The Night 10/30/2007
86. Add This One To Webster 11/10/2007
87. Discover The Light 11/14/2007
88. Friday 11/15/2007
89. Progress 11/17/2007
90. Amazing Edible 9/22/2007
91. Bill 11/22/2007
92. Thankful Cat 11/23/2007
93. Happy Holiday 12/1/2007
94. Excavation 12/4/2007
95. The Frog And The Dragonfly 12/9/2007
96. It Is Snowing 12/16/2007
97. Pondering 12/22/2007
98. Door To Door Salesman 12/27/2007
99. Reconsider 12/30/2007
100. A New Year’s Resolution 1/4/2008
101. Recycled Phone Number 1/5/2008
102. Best Wishes 1/11/2008
103. A Sunflower 1/11/2008
104. Entrapped 1/13/2008
105. Corruption 1/13/2008
106. Can’t Forget 1/15/2008
107. Close Your Eyes 1/17/2008
108. Who’s In Charge? 1/20/2008
109. Startled 1/20/2008
110. Continuing The In Between 1/22/2008
111. Is The End Near? 1/22/2008
112. Footsteps 1/23/2008
113. Circular Things 1/24/2008
114. Renegade Balloons 1/25/2008
115. The Thoughtful Horticulturist 1/25/2008
116. Improve Probability 1/27/2008
117. Crossing A Stream 1/29/2008
118. Spider Bump? 1/29/2008
119. Existence 1/31/2008
120. New Verses Old 1/31/2008
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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