Theresa Ann Moore

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

Theresa Ann Moore Poems

201. Floral Messengers 4/12/2008
202. Attainment 4/15/2008
203. Connecting The Dots 4/16/2008
204. Scheduling Time 4/21/2008
205. Age… 4/23/2008
206. Slighted? 4/24/2008
207. Defining Love 4/25/2008
208. Nature Has A Giving Soul 4/27/2008
209. Turn To Prayer 4/27/2008
210. Reappearing Flowers 4/29/2008
211. Stonehenge 5/5/2008
212. Nocturnal Happenings 5/6/2008
213. Missing 5/7/2008
214. Raindrops Of Spring 5/11/2008
215. Stymied 5/11/2008
216. Abundance And Absence 5/15/2008
217. Intrusion Or Fusion? 5/15/2008
218. Fuel For The Brain 5/16/2008
219. The Human Touch 5/17/2008
220. Alien Nation 5/17/2008
221. How High Is The Sky? 5/17/2008
222. Learning 5/17/2008
223. Katie The Kleptomaniac 5/19/2008
224. The Residing Stranger 5/20/2008
225. The Fallen Runner 5/24/2008
226. Growing 5/25/2008
227. Sight Restored 5/27/2008
228. Remember Me? 5/28/2008
229. History 5/29/2008
230. Deflated Momentum 5/29/2008
231. Lois 5/30/2008
232. Break Away 5/30/2008
233. Loss Of Confidence 6/2/2008
234. Fishing Without A License 6/3/2008
235. A Lunch Get Together 6/5/2008
236. High In The Night Sky 6/6/2008
237. From A Misty Glen 6/8/2008
238. Lasting Love 6/8/2008
239. Fodder For The Bother 6/11/2008
240. The Ultimate Question 6/12/2008
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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