Best Muses Poems

'Twas the night before Christmas and their pages were bare
  Not one word could they write, not one verse to declare
  The Grinch had snuck in, and in one fell swoop
  Had stolen the muses from poets on the "Soup"!

 It was...

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To glide with inspiration above quilted clouds
 Where birds so often soar
 Glimpse a sunset hued in gold
 With many colors to adore 
 
 To grasp  the muse that swing from creative vines
 And sway from abstract thoughts
 Upon the page release the...

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Inspired muses reach out from the page
To touch the hearts and minds of those who read
Their presence in descriptive rhymes, a sage
In words of ink your thoughts become a seed

I wonder if it's ever crossed your mind
Someone in years to come might feel your muse
Will...

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The muses all march to their own rhythmic drum
Or saunter or scamper in their favored time
The poems will come when they come, when they come

Blank paper on desk, pen on finger and thumb
The poet sits poised to inscribe thoughts sublime
The muses all march to their...

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The allure of mused poems,
No longer visits this nonchalant psyche.
It trickles now, once a roaring torrent
Now a lazy stream

Am like a desultory jaded heaven
Where starry jewels once decked the night,
But are now drossy shadowy blackholes,
And sparks and dreams, 
Are ripped in the accretion disc.

No longer...

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My mind is a house with a thousand rooms
That burst at the seams with recollections 
In vain I have tried with a thousand brooms
To sweep the excess of stacked projections.

So often I sift through each fading page
Intending to shred what lacks importance
But failures greet me,...

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In the still of the night, when the Muses speak,
What a wondrous  thing to hear--
That magical sound of the siren's call
Falling upon your mind's eager ear.

Those sweet ladies wait at the midnight gate,
With their golden harps to play.
But the creative wind is Insomnia's friend,
It...

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My grandfather once told me that the death
of a poet was as saddening as a burning library;
how right he was!

Before, I thought poetry was just a smart
combination of words in verses,
making everything you understand to be hard
to decipher, akin to the hieroglyphs scribbled
on the walls...

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There was a time I couldn't see God at all –
my good muse came to me in many blossoms,
the elevating scent and beauty of such creation
was my lift to higher realms

There was a time, I did not believe there was a God – 
Muse came...

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Screaming 
At me muse
Wails like a wild
Banshee throughout the night
Tantrum.
...

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"The Muses"

Allusions 
camouflaged confessions 
I have read them all, each page

envelopes emptied
turned inside out 
pockets of Poésies 

they sprinkle their messages
like confetti, minds  popping 
like corks, frothy and overflowing

some kind celebration 
cupped and bled
stories of fairy-flossed confection

the sugar compote 
cooked in the head
before dreams

are...

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My muse sighs and leaves me unwell
     and cuckolds me like faithless love
as if she's ne'er my god or belle,
afflatus or creative breath 
     who came from the summits above
to save me from poetic death!
"Why go, O...

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Calliope, gives us epic poetry, but not to me
Erato, erotica I’d rather have a cup of tea,
Clio, gives us all that is past and gone
Euterpe, gave mythology the giver of legends, every one
Melpomene, the muse gave us tragedy and many tears
Terpsichore, gave us dance, down...

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The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the arts
The first was,
The divine Calliope,
Beautiful-voiced,
Was the muse of the epic poets
A writing tablet in her hand
Calliope was Homer's muse
Inspiration for the Iliad
Divine influence of the Odyssey

The second was,
The divine Clio
The maker of fame,
Was the muse...

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Did you ever suffer writer's block, 
When you couldn't write a line?  
When you struggled, hoped, and waited  
For that inspiration shine?

Did you ever beg the muses 
To intervene on your behalf, 
And find them in a stubborn mood, 
When they'd only sit...

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