My Muse Poems - Poems about My Muse

I want to write a poem today but the wood insists on ritual— Pledge and patience, lemon oil, a soft cloth circling what must be remembered. The coffee table’s judging me. The hutch has turned authoritarian. Even the banister is giving me splintery side-eye, and the bureau just rolled its drawers. My muse, naturally, has curled up in the dust bunny beneath the credenza, refusing to come...

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I am an hour early and I stopped for gas I laugh at my ridiculous punctuality This gives me time to sign her birthday card and put up a swingset The mall is dead this morning; is it not open yet? I do not think people shop in person any more This might be proof There are six cars here, by...

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My muse me muse you amuse me. My muse me muse we amuse unity. My muse me muse we sometimes amuse abuse. My muse me muse we amuse our children with charity. My muse me muse we amuse dying as an art of living. My muse me muse we amuse gratitude. My muse me muse we amuse reading. My muse me...

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The fountain pen ran off giggling and lost his pants Leaving a string of letters, none of them seemed by chance How dare he think he can write? Said my non-amused muse angry enough to give him some really mean reviews He’s just a pen, a one-trick pony! Blue and plastic, common, bony! The pen came back to hear my thoughts I’ve...

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The sun danced on lightened leaves, my muse aligned, in zeal Greenery of palms with the windy tantrum, touched me , still The tribal walkway and the rural patsy rushing for more, in pace The village girl sitting on mud, with her lonely bouquet of grace Looking ahead, felt a perceiving truth of my tambourine sparrow This is...

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wake me up when it's all over "when the ink of my pen stops bleeding when there is no trace of their memories" wake me up when the nightmare is over november's sadness will take me down burn the bridges to the next run lunar eclipse and pacing under the sun gray will return in it's darkest shade...

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Today, a Kryielle write again Each line, eight syllables must be. Quatrains, make stanza's with refrain The rhyming scheme is up to me. But, to her now I'll give a shout My muse; I can depend on she. To find some words to help me out The rhyming scheme is up to me. And with each line that she creates Should always be good...

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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 rein to my fancy. She sang into my ears the...

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I think my muse hates exercise; she flees whenever I row. A three day streak on the water: the verse refuses to flow. I’m not quite sure what the deal is, why it’s either this or that. Perhaps she carries a little weight and thus prefers me fat?...

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They are my muse Jealous as the sun Dances across their face, My Heart yearns for them but it is easier to refuse. They are my muse Sparks of electricity glide through my mind; A one-sided Romance destined to die. They are my muse Jealous as the sun dances across their face They are my muse My heart yearns for...

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Rowing took my muse away, but gave me abs of steel. Erging less, now what’s the deal? Seems I have some to say. Brains deprived of oxygen can’t seem to find a verse and then to make these matters worse, seems sugar is my gin. I’ve a got little fat again upon the waist, between the ears. Melodic verses I do hear; instead of...

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Wow my apartment is so quiet I can literally hear my heart beat My muse seems to have retired In my broken down hp pc I’m forced to freestyle Let my imagination run wild Get in touch with inner child And red reasons to frown to smile First thing is my monk friend Texted me at 5 am with greetings And two of...

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For you I’d move a mountain And rearrange the stars There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you No length would ever be too far No matter where life leads us I’ll always wonder where you are You don’t know how you made me feel In the passenger of my car In a sense, you are my muse But not to be confused Cause my...

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Since my muse left me, I wonder how Was a young crow born with a weird sough Or maybe it’s fear that causes this outcry Such unusual tones, I give a melancholy sigh The dove's soft coo, still a gentle touch Awakens me with the coos of hatched clutch Morn’s promise fulfilled, a new dawn’s birth As...

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My muse said to me, I’m not asking you to love me, It lasts two months, Just to think of me all your life. ...

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