Moan Poems - Poems about Moan

"The earth has music for those who listen." - George Santayana. .................................................... The rhythm on tree backs from woodpeckers' knocks, With rustling of leaves as the trees moan in winds, The roar of the falls down the hills thrills the flocks, The whistling of gusts through the space in our minds... Nature conducts its melody soft yet grand. Written for the contest:...

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No highlights today My family's away I miss them more than I can say So, why do I moan ... When they are home ~ I've no time for a poem...

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Written: August 13, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ When Neptune nostalgic—sighs Weave ruffled rosaries of brocade ink, Bleeding from blackberry wrinkles, In torrential time cascading link. I wonder if herculean eyes Of my ear, then my heart, Are afraid of being abandoned, By electric Rhapsody of art. Life's alienated graphics, A kaleidoscope of vibrant hues, But will they turn their back on me? When are Neptune nostalgic blues? The ocean depths hold...

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Poetic mornings loose verses whisper in moans broken hearts voices...

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I As some on God's good Earth Arise at a new dawn, I'm grateful Even to talk with friends I haven't met Joe called them "myself," & on the internet II I say God Morning, for so many reasons One: God adds another 'o' to make GOOD I say Our Father (Holy is Thy name) prayer Two: Start positive! Prefer mood of gratitude III In ones...

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I hate what I see I hate what we’ve become Squeeze the poorest on poor street So the rich have more fun. Seeing homeless soldiers on the street The cash that I have I give What the hell have we become When a veteran needs this to live? I hate the power and I hate it’s greed I have no words for...

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From the moment my fingers traced my skin Til the second I moaned, It was your face on my mind For 'Be Mine' Contest by Regina McIntosh...

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The tired moan I’m tired of being tired I’m tired of all the pain I’m tired of all the lies and hate And crying in the rain I’m tired of acting happy When deep inside I’m sad And other people telling me Be thankful for what you have I’m tired of the TV telling me You...

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Happy birthday, Sister Hazel, The beacon appears in the sky; Let this moment be fine and well, Without tears of moan from your cry. Topic: Birthday of Hazel Rondolo(March 07)...

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If a drop of tear drops when he’s alone, that’s love, And a sigh sighs and softly does bemoan, that’s love. A lover carves his statue in beloved’s heart; If that statue breathes in a lovely zone, that’s love. A lover may let his heart make a sigh-tempest, Yet if he can tame gently that cyclone, that’s love. A dark cloud...

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Tried and tested by a virus, novel I sit by the hearth of my lowly hovel Taxed some more, without relief Our kings, of their infallibility, grow in belief Stimulus packages to the Lords Home based care for the lowly sods Dynastic games they play The masses can only moan and pray...

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Umbilical moan trance Craves a moonlight transcendence Aurora prisms...

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You are gagged and bound, seated In a hot seat among the hard of hearing Harrowing tales from the trenches At the deep end of a ravenous beast A narrowing outlook, hope fading Shape shifting fiends on the cliffs of sleep Captured drifts shaping up to squeeze Harassed by the wail of the haunt You cry within reach of eardrums Albeit all wearing earplugs Wallowing,...

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This bed’s supporting limbs do not sleep like the log they were cut from. Dreaming of that splintering they mourn when I move, remembering leaves and caressing breeze. Now down for the count and holding a heaviness of flesh and bone, they can only moan....

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aah… you say a tensed note almost unheard but in that one moan time comes to a standstill for rapture forgets the past needs no future to give it hope it simply is, expands, fills, abducts takes us to an edgeless place and beyond...

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