Muse Poems | Examples of Muse Poetry

Fingertips fall— not like stones, but like rain, plucked silver threading the air. Each string holds a hush, a breath not yet forgotten. The musician builds— not a score, but the curve of a heron’s wing skimming dusk softly vanishing in a single glissando. The guzheng does not speak. It spills: vibrato, a tide rising then breaking against memory. Sound leans back— not toward silence ——but toward a distant shore we once heard. ________________ Note: Guzheng is a traditional Chinese musical instrument....

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"The darkened sky stole my tears," replaced the heat of hurt with jewels, specks of lunar-glazed silver dust, to see me sip rose-wine reveries of midnight, where procrastinated promises and dusky dreams of the heart linger... Perhaps, I knew not my need ~ to be saved by the burning shimmers and silken shivers of your silhouette drifting through indigo azure in...

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When days and dreary hopes could feel no duller, and gray heavens escape my pencil’s reach, —oh misery!, it can’t be set to speech,— my crayon box dreams of unbridled color! When weeks waste precious hues to wanton squalor, my paintings take the faded tone of bleach, —or worse!—, if poetry can no more teach, my crayon box prays for richer color! Woe!Woe!Woe!—unto...

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Shall I compare thee to an onyx rose? Thy thorns draw blood as softly as thy lips, A bloom that drinks the night where moonlight flows, With shadow wine which this mortal sips with willing lips. By torch of bone and ash of laurel leaf, We tread the path where triple faces leer, Twin serpents coil beneath thy midnight sleeves, And stir...

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[Verse 1] She came to me like a late-night spark, Whispered words in the quiet dark. Didn’t know her name, but I felt the pull— My hands went numb, my heart got full. Line by line, she lit my soul, The kind of fire you don’t control. Thought she’d stay, thought she was mine— Didn’t see the ending, not that time. [Chorus] I loved her...

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[Verse 1] The lithium, the satellite The blood moon in a sleepless night The reels you posted, burning bright Still echo in my chest The AI wrote a lullaby The sea caught fire, the wires lie But somewhere deep behind my eyes She dances like the rest [Chorus] There she goes, my beautiful muse There she goes with nothing to lose There she goes, and I light...

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“Poetry is an expression of innate emotions, entrancing the muse with the excitement of dedicated offering”- By Poet I breathe poetry of ebullient emotions, the sensual designer of dulcet dreams, searching for the sense of fervent feelings. As they mingle with the tone of my twilight time, my mind merges with the sentiments of belonging, where...

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Lost in Shade I am a blur in the mosaic, painted, not placed a borrowed hue in a gallery of dream and machines. Voices whirl like prayer wheels spun too fast, each syllable a wind that forgets my name. Skyscrapers bloom like cold steel flowers, rootless, like me, fed by wires, not soil. I chase the scent of home...

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to compose a poem if we need to think it is better we pause in the gap when we blink spontaneity rekindles our innermost essence effervescence epitomises our soul’s quintessence in our natural element spirit shapes life’s course there is in truth no need for application of force when we set up an intent wave soul’s emotes are by God heard alchemy then transforms creative spark as...

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fresh picked blueberries stimulate poetic pens ~ my muse just wants pie ...

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while my heart sometimes breaks for a time when my love was innocent and flowed from the breathless dreams where I let the light carry me, whimsical hues of what it means to see beautiful in the hearts who know love is free! ...

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Why Poetry? she muses, sat in front of paper, staring blankly, lifelessly at her image.— and really…, who is she to ask the page—in a manner so blunt— to shoulder her excesses? such a stunt surely exceeds the bounds of decency; Soliciting a perfect effigy, she risks paying her Muses high affront.— Still, she dares,—and dares she bold and willing to strike strokes of black...

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Verse 1 We were barefoot kids in the ‘Bama heat Chasing fireflies through the summer wheat She laughed like a song, wild and free Holding that jar like it held a dream I'd watch her glow in that golden hour And wonder if she knew her power Pre-Chorus Even back then, I just knew Some kind of light was pulling me through Chorus From fireflies to...

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