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Best Poems Written by Mori Moots

Below are the all-time best Mori Moots poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Two Frogs In a Teacup

In a teacup's embrace, a tale we shall unfold,
Of two colorful frogs, with stories to behold.
One painted blue, the other a purple hue,
Their minds intertwined, in a world askew.

The blue frog whispered, "We're tea thieves, you see!
Stealing each drop, a wild heist to set free!"
His thoughts danced swiftly, like ripples in a pond,
Believing the teacup was where they abscond.

The purple frog hopped with a joyful smile,
"We're on vacation, an oasis in style!"
His mind painted dreams, a tranquil retreat,
Finding solace and peace in this teacup's heat.

They conversed with flair, the teacup their stage,
Voices mingled, a colorful dialogue engaged.
But as the tale progresses, a twist will be revealed,
For the frogs were figments, illusions concealed.

The veil of perception cast an intricate spell,
Conjuring the frogs, the stories they'd tell.
Yet in truth's gaze, the reality unfurls,
The teacup stands empty, devoid of their twirls.

For the frogs were imagined, born from the mind's eye,
Whispered by whispers, like a whimsical lullaby.
In the teacup's silence, the truth becomes clear,
Their existence ephemeral, vanishing near.

No mention of illness, no shadows of the mind,
Just a whimsical tale, with surprises intertwined.
The frogs never existed, their presence a guise,
A mirage, a fragment, like dreams in disguise.

So let us ponder this tale with open hearts,
Where teacup fantasies took their vibrant parts.
Imagination's realm, where perceptions may roam,
Creating tales and illusions, finding places to call home.

And as we sip our tea, in cups large and small,
Let's cherish the magic, the stories that enthrall.
For in the depths of imagination's gentle grasp,
We find hidden wonders, where reality may clasp.

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Breaking Free

In a world full of free people, I feel caged in,
Trapped by my fears, and the thoughts within,
I long to be free, to live without care,
But the fear of judgment, it's always there.

I look around, and see them all,
Living their lives, with no fear at all,
They dance, they sing, they laugh and they play,
But I'm stuck here, with nothing to say.

I feel like a prisoner, trapped in my mind,
The weight of my fears, so hard to unwind,
And as I watch them, living with ease,
I wonder if I'll ever be free like these.

But then I remember, that I'm not alone,
Others feel this way, and have found their own,
A way to break free, from the chains that bind,
And to live their lives, with a free and open mind.

So I take a deep breath, and step out of my shell,
Ready to break free, from this living hell,
For I refuse to be trapped, in this cage of fear,
And I'll live my life, with no judgment near.

For I am me, and that's all that matters,
No one else can define, or make me scatter,
I'll dance, I'll sing, and I'll laugh and play,
And I'll live my life, in my own unique way.

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Healing

Sometimes the road ahead looks bleak,
And every step feels like a heavy feat,
When darkness looms and sadness creeps,
And the pain inside seems endless and deep.

It's hard to find the light in the midst of the night,
And often I try to hide or take flight,
But sometimes the only way to heal,
Is to lean into the pain I feel.

It's not an easy path to take,
To face our demons and not escape,
But in the depths of our despair,
Lies the strength to truly repair.

I must embrace the hurt and sorrow,
To find the hope I'll see tomorrow,
For in my darkest moments, I can find,
A way to heal and ease my mind.

So let me lean into the pain,
And the depression that I disdain,
For in facing my deepest fears,
I can find a way to dry my tears.

And though the journey may be tough,
I can learn to love and be enough,
Before the end, try to find a way,
And hope the sun will shine again one day.

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When An Empty Soul Echoes

In the depths of solitude's unyielding grip,
An exposed nerve, raw and stripped,
The haunting echoes of trauma's refrain,
Consume the heart, drowning in pain.

Yearning for solace, yet cloaked in despair,
Seeking refuge, but finding none to share,
A desolate landscape, void of reprieve,
Aching for solace, unable to achieve.

A soul aflame, with flames of sorrow,
In darkness, seeking a glimpse of tomorrow,
Trapped within walls of judgment's scorn,
Shattered and fragmented, tattered and torn.

Fear's icy tendrils coil around your core,
Whispering doubts, rendering you unsure,
Abandonment's specter, a constant dread,
Leaving you to wither, alone in your bed.

Deep within, a flicker of hope flickers weak,
Struggling against the tears that streak,
Authenticity, a distant, elusive dream,
Lost in the quagmire of despair's extreme.

Embrace the vulnerability, though it stings,
For in the depths of pain, growth often brings,
But the worries, relentless, continue to creep,
A never-ending battle, where sadness runs deep.

No respite found, no refuge from woe,
As sorrow's river within you continues to flow,
The weight upon your heart, an unending load,
As the tears fall, a testament to a soul corrode.

Seek not validation from eyes that judge,
For their callous indifference will never budge,
In solitude's grip, you suffer and mourn,
An empty void, where happiness is torn.

The darkness surrounds, a constant veil,
As melancholy winds through every trail,
The echoes of sadness paint your soul gray,
In this tragic script, you're destined to stay.

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If I Were Your Love

If I were your love, my dear,
I'd hold you close and wipe your tear.
I'd cherish every moment we share,
And show you just how much I care.

If I were your love, my sweet,
I'd kiss you softly and sweep you off your feet.
I'd give you all my heart and soul,
And together we would be whole.

If I were your love, my love,
I'd be your angel from above.
I'd guide you through life's twists and turns,
And make sure your heart forever burns.

If I were your love, my darling,
I'd be your shelter from life's storming.
I'd protect you and keep you safe,
And make sure your smile never fades.

If I were your love, my dearest,
I'd always be sincere and honest.
I'd be your partner through thick and thin,
And always strive to make you grin.

So my love, if you ever wonder,
Just know that I'll always be your thunder.
I'll be your rock, your light, your dove,
Because that's what I'd do if I were your love.

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Circus of Sadness

In the realm of emotions, where torment resides,
A man's head turns into a circus of sadness, it hides.
The carnival of thoughts, a chaotic parade,
Where reason and sanity begin to fade.

Within his mind's big top, madness takes the stage,
Emotional torment spins his thoughts in a rage.
Clowns of sorrow jest and jesters of despair,
Perform their tricks, leaving him gasping for air.

The tightrope of hope, stretched thin and frail,
He walks the line, trying to prevail.
But the weight of his sorrows pulls him down,
As he tumbles into the depths with a mournful sound.

The trapeze swings, a precarious dance,
Between love and loss, he takes a chance.
He leaps with faith, hoping to find solace,
But lands in a net of heartache, a cruel embrace.

The carousel of memories spins round and round,
A whirlwind of past hurts that can't be unwound.
He clings to the painted horses, a desperate ride,
Yet they only bring him back to the tears he can't hide.

The ringmaster, despair, cracks his whip,
Forcing him to perform, his soul in a grip.
The audience of doubt watches with cruel eyes,
As his spirit wanes, and his laughter dies.

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Phoenix

In the streets he roamed, a tiny black kitten,
With three paws, but four legs, his spirit unwritten.
Found by kiddos concerned, their hearts touched by fate,
They scooped him up gently, his rescue innate.

With eyes full of wonder, a soul pure and bright,
This little feline brought hope, like a guiding light.
A new home he found, amidst love and grace,
A family embraced him, his heart found its place.

Phoenix, they named him, a symbol reborn,
A testament of strength, through darkness he'd worn.
His ebony fur shimmered, like a midnight's delight,
His presence enchanting, a mystical sight.

His purrs filled the air, a soft lullaby,
As he curled up content, under starry sky.
His three paws didn't hinder, his playful endeavors,
He leapt with such grace, as if wings he'd discovered.

From lap to lap, he'd prance, a bundle of joy,
Bringing laughter and warmth, no sadness could destroy.
In this newfound haven, his spirit thrived,
He taught them to cherish, to truly feel alive.

And so, little Phoenix, the tiny black kitten,
With his mismatched limbs, he'd continue to brighten.
His journey, a tale, of resilience and love,
A reminder to rise, like the sun above.

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You've Got Me

In the corridors of time, our love took its flight,
A dance that faded but left echoes in the night.
I still love you, that truth stands still,
Though transformed, it's a friend's love, a gentle quill.

We wove a tale, brought life into being,
Our children, a testament to what we were, seeing.
I'll stand by you, my ally and my friend,
In all you pursue, my support will never end.

This transition, a storm we both endure,
Yet within the chaos, a love so pure.
Though we detach, we're forever entwined,
A connection unbroken, an eternal bind.

The hardest part is letting go, it's true,
Yet in this space, a love anew.
Not as spouses, but on the same team,
We'll find balance and happiness, it's not a dream.

Apart we may be, in life's grand scheme,
Yet side by side, in the same dream.
I offer a hug, if ever you're in need,
For our shared history, a delicate seed.

Let's journey forward, a comfortable distance we'll keep,
As you chase your dreams, as I mine reap.
Thank you for being you, in every single way,
In this metamorphosis, gratitude holds sway.