Best My Muse Poems

What if love is my muse,
and you are the rosy
red poem in my soul?
Will you lead 
my ink to feel 
your warm air—
thaw hail in 
this iced mind? 

When dim rays 
fall as pale hues. 
I sit and gaze 
at the calm
halo of the moon,
in...

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Not all the worlds belong to me
Not all the words set me free
What the heart loves
is of will
I just free some words
to confine its spill.

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A time, my words
on my papers sashaying
the shape to me alluring
the tone of their steps
I hear
as they are dancing
the music they...

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Hey dear muse, come out from behind that chair,
You can’t hide from me for your hair is too fair,
And I desperately need your input, creativity and flair,
For I am totally blank of late and need you to dare
Me to say things, I perhaps never would,...

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All night I was ensnared by the thought of you,
An unexpected yet enchanting muse,
Lost in the labyrinth of your deep, haunting eyes,
A smoldering ember of desire within me lies.

Your passionate whispers, a seductive symphony,
Unapologetic affection setting us both free.
To trace the trails of your warm,...

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In the middle of the night, 
when the butterflies
dance to the moon's song,
I create constellations 
with the map of my soul, 
allowing astral lights 
across feathery skies 
to guide my chrysalis 
heart back to an avenue 
of cosmic reveries.

I lay in a bed of 
delicate...

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Autumn will forever be the season of death to me,
but like time, I do not remain cemented in the past.
Memories of ghosts will always lead me to the stars,
as everything we love fades away eventually,
like shells lost in a forgotten coral reef -
but in every pain...

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I set my morning muse alarm for 2am.
But instead, it went off at three.
"Wake up!" he said, "It's me."

I reached for pen and paper. "Stop  
fumbling, and turn on the light," he said.
"Or, you'll never be able to read 
what I'm putting in your...

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It’s gone! It’s gone! It has really gone
I've lost my sense of humour
I used to write quite funny poems
Now they are a distant rumour
I have hunted round to find my muse
It’s not in the cupboard or in my shoes
I've even moved the old armchair
(Only found...

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I see in creases no others found
where souls seem low 
and duty bound

where sparkle waits
in dreamlike states

amid anxious eyes
here her smile lies

I see in darkness under guise of moon
where beauty moves
no heart's immune

where kindness roams
alive in poems

held deep inside
my muse resides...

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I thought we were friends; maybe something more 
She could quell a blaze or make the flames roar 
Between every trial I watched her strength grow 
Always at my side through each turbulent row

But then so many came so fast; storms so severe 
One after...

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For many years I trudged along
   (but in my heart there was a song)
         through life’s hard game of give and take;
      my muse once sleeping is awake.

The rhymes inside...

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When starlings were swimming in the azure lake,
When bats and owls began their nocturnal ride,
When all the Earth under a dark blanket lay,
And man and beast into sweet repose retired,
My Muse, like a sweet temptress, came to me
To set this captive free, to give free...

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My mind has taken off for Neverland,
I am hanging on by a cobweb, 
It is bumping me against Venus
and has dragged me up through a black hole
or two.  I barely dodge a couple of rocket-spinning- asteroids.

 4:11 a.m.
I am screaming, “Slow down! Stop! Please...

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An exuberant falcon she is, isn’t she? 
Being the aviator of my flight of thoughts.  
Cares less she to heed, whenever in adoration, I 
Do call her for a chat - she is a mischievous trickster.
Every time she dawdles, I give her a gentle...

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A birdsong floats upon the breeze
 And flutters softly through the trees
 What music once my words did make
 My muse once sleeping is awake!

 My words with wings that used to fly
 Have fallen from a somber sky
 A gust of wind is all...

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