Short Moreso Poems

Short Moreso Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Moreso by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Moreso by length and keyword.


Premium Member What's Right, What's Wrong

Although I probably hate a person who commits a felony, I may hate moreso a self righteous soul who won't commit a misdimeanor.
Form: Burlesque


Premium Member Already Over

Know you've met your fair share of
The most beautiful and interesting of people.
But what I long to know from you, before you go,
Is whether there was anyone moreso than myself.

Premium Member Hankering For a Kiss

Listen to poem:
Come dear beau
embrace in my shadow
beneath my leaves
for a kiss or two.
I am a mistletoe
a parasite,
that needs to hang
on a tree as host,
and moreso,
I need kisses
to excite and powerup!

Degrees of Desires and Needs

then Wishing is less than 
   a grip of strong wanting
then whispering an echo
   and feeble moreso 
than needing where mountains
 shake from determination
and then a breeze as degrees
    of desires and needs!

:: 09-08-2017 ::

A Walk Through the Park

Yesterday, a sunny day; even moreso today.
A warmth of new spring time air swirls about us
and together we walk in the sunshine.
I love you so much;
each thought I think always ends with you.
I am cheerful because I get to love you
and happiness is here.


Shark Tank

Sometimes, that's what Life
is like, A shark's tank
With Our minds, out of fear,
going blank
From thoughts of being carried
to the bank
While in its jaws, after having to
walk the plank
On the account of FATE, moreso,
than rank
Where We, to the level of rock-
bottom, have sank

With Most All I Have To Give

Velvet of voice and cheek.
Gymnist flexibility.
Brunette locks down her neck,
and joyful dexterity.

Unfortunately taken,
friendship is all for us to claim.
For more, we'd be mistaken.
We agree too often anyway.

Quite young, and moreso wise
with a smile that can bright
many a' saddened eyes;
she sings me through the night.

Perhaps, in a parallel universe,
I am writing her a different verse.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Ready With Coffee

I know a girl who's beautiful
Moreso than a moon that's full
Every day of every week
She takes my breath and I can't speak

My thoughts of her are of the kind
That has me running in my mind
Running to right there where she's at
If she asked me to, that's it, that's that

I'd be out my door so quick and fast
But stop at Ready Coffee first
To get her favorite daily treat
And hold my frisson when we meet
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Finally Through With Each Other

Seems I indeed already had everything,
So the truth must be, all I ever really wanted
Was to be everything you wanted in me. 

Seems now I have indeed lost everything,
Because what we had together was only in my favor.
You were never truly willing to be with me. 

Seems now I see, what we were, was not everything we could be.
May letting go bring us more fortune than we'll ever know,
For we've finally come to moreso know each other.

Incendiary

#acewritings ,01.10.16

Incendiary


Not all fires go out easy
Moreso those that hide the burns
In your first wish being whispered
Or a pathway's twist and turns

Some sparks get caught in your bloodstream,
From the heart flow rivers thick
Some may burst aflame as teardrops
Caught as they fall down your cheek

You were burning when you loved most
And are burning as you hurt
Do remember warmth was given
Long after you leave this Earth
Form:

Main Reason

The Main Reason why we are here, is to improve the world.
To try our endeavour best to mitigate and alleviate Malice, strife and stress in this dark world.
Not so much to attain some worthless Degree, or to achieve some useless achievement.
Not to gain more money than we could even ever spend. Not to compete for so called greatness.
But moreso to assist where and when we can and to help enlighten others.

Try to do at least One Good Deed Everyday.
© Lord Cam  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Voices Carry

I like it when you say my name
To hear it in your tone
And moreso when I talk to you
On the telephone
Now I'm not dropping any hints
Or starting a campaign
But if you were to call me 
I would not complain

You're more to me than you can know
And little things mean alot
Especially if they're to me from you
These things cannot be bought
But treasured in my heart they are
Its lock you hold the key
Make your nest sweet bluebird
Come live inside of me
Form: Rhyme

Missing You

When asked if I could have a single wish
I clear my mind and make my musings still--
What things have been important to me? Friends.

So many wants entangle us, but still
No other blessing can sustain like friends, 
No matter who or where, or what we wish.

We once were close, moreso than other friends,
But now we are estranged; I dearly wish
That you were central to my cosmos still,

And wish that we were still the best of friends.



February 15, 2019
Form: Tritina

Hope Flies

I am a free bird
Soaring through the skies
Responding to sounds of freedom cries, I try
To relay hope to those struggling
Weathered by lifes storms
Hurricanes, tornadoes, domestic disputes and war cries
Doesn't matter what comes my way
As a free bird
Hope flies

Listen to the sounds of ocean blasts
Rustling trees, flowing streams
As winds of time pasts
Changing seasons, changing times
With this free bird, hope flies
But moreso than anything, with this one
Freedom never dies

Its Never About Winning

Life for many of us around here isn't always about winning, 
because where Im from, it's almost always about losing. 
We learn more from our simple failures and mistakes than we do about our greatest acomplishment's.
 Failure for us is like our greatest teacher. 
Sometimes you have to lose, but I know it doesn't mean I have to stay beaten with failure, all it means is that I too am no better than you and I too am as prone to failure as you if not moreso, so around here it's never about winning.
Form: Haiku

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