Theresa Ann Moore

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

Theresa Ann Moore Poems

1201. The Hours After… 12/27/2007
1202. My Friend, 'Ruby' 8/5/2007
1203. A Game Of Catch 4/13/2007
1204. A Matter Of Discretion 5/8/2008
1205. Gentle Words Of A Poet 3/11/2008
1206. Ready For A Homerun? 5/20/2008
1207. Earth Angel 6/4/2008
1208. Growing Upward 8/4/2009
1209. Spring Snow 4/13/2008
1210. Easter Candy… 4/9/2009
1211. Gentle Tigers 4/20/2008
1212. What Remains? 3/5/2008
1213. The Dance Recital 5/10/2007
1214. Heads Or Tails 4/1/2007
1215. A Football Mile 2/2/2008
1216. Studying Abroad 1/16/2008
1217. Seagulls 1/12/2008
1218. January Thaw 1/6/2008
1219. Wide-Screen, High Definition 1/19/2008
1220. Stay On Course 1/31/2008
1221. Addiction 2/1/2008
1222. Timeless 1/30/2008
1223. Generic Quandary 1/29/2008
1224. Chance Encounter 8/17/2007
1225. Solitaire 4/2/2007
1226. A Popular Man 3/26/2007
1227. Depression 4/8/2007
1228. How Do You Measure Success? 3/2/2007
1229. No Farewells 3/3/2007
1230. The Poet 3/4/2007
1231. Who, What, Where, And Why? 3/7/2007
1232. They Have It All 3/13/2007
1233. Is There A Solution? 3/19/2007
1234. Frosting On A Cake 3/20/2007
1235. Creative Space 3/21/2007
1236. Passage Of Time 6/21/2007
1237. A Tulip Cup 2/28/2008
1238. Vote! 2/24/2008
1239. February 29,2008 3/1/2008
1240. A Park Without 2/22/2008
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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