Best Moody Poems

An echo of lovesome passion, an inspiration of unborn theme,
A muse hypnotic, adept at composing aspirations of my dream,
Omnipresent voice of being, poetry is my...

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In the endless expanse 
of what exists
and the magic of what can be...

fantasy is the luster of opalescence

conceived in a continual curve of mother-of-pearl panache...

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Adorable, enticing as beauteous glance,
Engaging, evocative as a ballet dance
Luring passions flaunting moody stance;
Poetry is music strumming from heart,
Lyrics of life emblazoned in poetic art.

It’s...

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Through frayed seams a rosy dream bleeds 
needled and re-stitched 
with threads of time and love and hope..

and still — a rosy dream bleeds 
the...

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When it left the Arctic it was as a wild angry wind
that stormed its way across the ice bound Arctic ocean.
Blowing the snow clad icebergs...

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Drum beat
  The sound of hearts
Beating to love's smooth rhythm
Sometimes a  brokenhearted  tune
  Hoping for another chance at love's oft
 Moody...

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God named me a straying cloud,
and by His perpetual wish I abide...
as the loneliest cloud floating on the earth's breeze.
I glance below and discover the...

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Barren fields of November
Corn stalks ragged
        broken soldiers
        bleak beauty
 ...

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Alone, beneath the skies of sunset wine,
    infuse me with your golden minutes’ keep -
       break...

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Rippling waters moving
feeling hypnotically soothing
under our boat it rocks us
under its spell it locks us

misty fog slightly breezing
dampening the salty air we’re breathing
over our shoulders...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"

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Well....since you asked...
I'll tell you now, no run around,
my letter is found
right in the middle,
in fact it starts
the "middle" word,
so it's no riddle...
if you can...

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I eat upon a creaky table
   and think in quiet realms,
   sleep I will on some luminous cloud,
   wonder...

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Moody Blues is playing through my speakers

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In an endless night,
time is my nemesis.

In the realms of sleepwalking nightmares,
where trumpets blow an eerie tune,
I can see the Grim Reaper,
perched upon my tomb.

I...

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