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Robert Moe Poem
I can recall moments now lost in time,
Long before meeting, I knew you were mine.
Copyright © Robert Moe | Year Posted 2025
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Robert Moe Poem
On caffeine nights when I study late
And drink for concentration,
I lie awake with open eyes
Dreaming of peaceful sleep.
It’s quiet here now
Except for the cars in the street
Zooming back and forth;
Lions chasing a pack of gazelles.
When the cars don’t zoom past my window,
And the gazelles are silent,
I hear a different sort of quiet,
And can hear myself think.
I lie awake, and my thoughts turn to you,
Images of running with you in fields of heather
Or wet sand between our toes as the tide rolls over our feet.
I listen for your heart and your breathing.
But you are not here.
I think of lying in bed holding you in my arms
Sharing love to Quincy Jones.
The gazelles return – I lose my focus on you.
Sometimes we cry for sleep
Where we can be alone in our beds
Without companionship we don’t know if we want,
But we know we sometimes need.
Poem originally published in All Your Poems Anthology Magazine Summer 2026, The Writers Publishing Company 2026 all rights reserved, ISSN 2977-3822
Copyright © Robert Moe | Year Posted 2026
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We run toward fleeting images,
Symbols of the night
With which we know no reason.
Driven clearly by a sense of need,
Our thoughts confused.
Rational mixed with desire.
Night acts in concealed images of shadow
Proudly showing us where to look.
Teaching us what we need to know.
Night, known for its darkened reason,
Exhibits simple themes of perfect release
As it shows us the direction to run.
Ritual instincts strive for recognition,
To join with the familiarity of routine thought.
We run toward mirages in the night.
Cool breeze reminds us that love is not lost
With the setting of the sun
Behind the trees that catch these sparkling words.
The western wind stings our eyes
And brings us fragrance of winter pine.
Safely giving just what we crave.
We learn to know this is true,
A faith we have come to believe
As we run toward mirages in the night.
Time and time again night lets us try
And then helps plan our final escape
As we run toward mirages in the night.
This poem first appeared in Withering Words Magazine, 2026, all rights reserved
Copyright © Robert Moe | Year Posted 2026
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Today we played, my friends and I,
In rain in the city streets.
We laughed aloud and teased our games,
Rendering our joy complete.
The day was full of exhilaration.
The sun joined bright and warm.
Tomorrow I’ll meet my friends again
To feel the water and the storm.
But tonight, I will spend with you
Sharing secrets of a hurtful past
Told as gilded tales
By an immoral sociopath.
I share to you with confidence
One of my poignant dreams.
A tale of stirring fantasy
Where images are not as they seem.
Moonlight plays in the city streets
Forming shadows as we run,
Confronting demons beneath the stars
While dawn in the distance reigns.
Passage waits beyond the gates
Its doors are silent still.
Before them lies with all its will
This sordid, chilling tale.
Cold snakes coiled on soiled paths
They spring in naked truth
Biting hard at every turn
Retelling of violent youth.
Poised to keep their stranglehold
On phantom victims’ crimes.
It’s here we hid the willing sin
We’ve accepted many times.
My days have served to comprehend
These cords of velvet sin,
Whilst night comes as a saving fury
To cleanse my soul within.
As dreams become reality
And thoughts embrace their role,
We resist the curse of others
Playing mind games in our soul.
Within me stays this silent stance
A constant holding firm
Amongst the ever-changing days
And nightly dreams and thirsts.
In times of almost madness
We hear the echoes cry
From these nightly games of memory
When they’ve heard our apt reply.
My past I’ve viewed with broken heart
As I walked the vacant streets
Cleansing myself in the daily rains,
Praying for final release.
It is here I hunt for solitude,
And here I find my soul.
I search my heart within myself
To learn what I have always known.
If rain could rinse me of my sins
And sun reward for pain and loss,
Stars know solitude only in silence
As dreams prove my freedom at last.
Poem first published in Withering Words Magazine, 2026, all rights reserved
Copyright © Robert Moe | Year Posted 2026
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Oh, tales of darkened spirits,
Memories of special loves
Pass me by and free my soul,
Purge my pain from me.
Thou with thy pleasure and dreams of delight
Hast thy reasons forgotten themselves?
Hast thy shadows darkened thy own soul
And taken to mark and score
The clean days yet to appear?
Poem first published in Withering Words Magazine, 2026, all rights reserved
Copyright © Robert Moe | Year Posted 2026
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Robert Moe Poem
Why do we sometimes stare
into the eyes of oncoming cars?
Is it merely for the thrill of it?
Or are we testing ourselves?
Do we pretend
as they do in stories and on TV
that the good hero darts away
just in time, to save himself
while the evil villain is crushed
beneath the vehicle, blood on his lips?
Do we wait in anticipation
until the last possible moment,
pulling back to understand
which role we play?
Testing Ourselves was originally published in Impspired Magazine, 2026 all rights reserved.
Copyright © Robert Moe | Year Posted 2026
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Moonlight’s bright tonight.
Let’s go outside and play
In the fields of the village.
Morning’s far away.
Still crisp air holds its breath
In silence as we watch
Moonlit shadows creeping west,
Forever out of reach.
We try to chase the shadows
Running through the trees,
Standing tall with outstretched limbs
Against the lonely seas.
Come along and run with me,
The fields await our gaze.
There lay mysteries to be seen
Beyond the twilight haze.
We’ll chase our noble destiny
Into the howling storm
And catch those fleeting shadows,
Running with open arms.
We’ve stayed in this tiny village
Longer than we ought.
The world awaits, bold and bright
Even if we’re caught.
It’s time to make our journey
To lands far and wide.
I’d rather face the future
With you by my side.
Moonlight’s bright tonight.
Let’s go outside and play.
Time to forge our future,
In the streets with me today
Moonlight’s bright tonight.
Let’s go outside and play
In the streets of the city.
Morning’s far away.
We’ll dance in the streets,
Race under the stars,
Staring into the eyes
Of oncoming cars.
They’ll tell us their wisdom
In archetypical style
Of the roles that we play
And if we survive.
The dogs of the city,
They howl and they fight,
Then fortune they share
For our hungry delight.
When morning comes early
With its fresh silken dreams,
We shake off the dust
Of what we have seen.
We’ll feel the warm sun
Wake our guarded souls,
To feed us again
As we make our way home.
Our lives have been spent
Living other’s requests.
Now is the time
For our own conquests.
The streets of the city
Are daring and sheer.
Come with me now.
Experience no fear
Moonlight's bright tonight.
Let's go outside and play.
We can run until dawn.
Morning's still far away.
Embrace the lingering warmth
From the setting of the sun.
Streets grant one true path.
Night calls our return.
In silence the river washed
Our dreams from the shore.
Shiny speckles of sand
Are ours no more.
We’re left vacant and empty
With no pathway home,
Yet the streets keep calling,
Calling our return.
The nights will restore
What we knew in the streets,
But lost from our lives
In many years since.
New challenges we’ll face
With joy and with grief.
Head-on and direct,
Reclaim our belief.
Come share the night,
And the life we must lead
In the streets of the city
Where we can be free.
Moonlight's bright tonight.
Let's go outside and play,
In the streets of the city.
Morning's still far away
originally published Carmina Magazine, 2026, all rights reserved
Copyright © Robert Moe | Year Posted 2026
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Robert Moe Poem
I watched the news last night
at 11 o’clock on channel eight.
As usual,
it told of disaster,
death,
loss,
and sorrow.
I hate repeats.
First Appeared, Animated Blue, volume 33, 1980. All rights reserved.
Copyright © Robert Moe | Year Posted 2026
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Some say anger and pain are cousins
Always traveling as one.
I’ve felt them both in my days,
Intertwined, solidified,
Almost premeditated,
Enjoying their journey.
But I prefer laughter with my pain.
True partners in survival
A touch of humor in the sorrow
Tempering, if even a shade twisted,
And each glad day
Can carry its drop of pain.
This poem originally appeared in Academy of the Heart and Mind Literary Magazine, 2026, all rights reserved
Copyright © Robert Moe | Year Posted 2026
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Robert Moe Poem
Tree top dwellers
Electric line leapers
Garage roof tenants
They seem to live solely
To gather nuts
Be chased by eager canines,
And flaunt their furry tails.
Poem originally published by Poetry Superhighway, 2026, all rights reserved
Copyright © Robert Moe | Year Posted 2026
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