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Best Poems Written by Robert Moe

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Writing Poetry

Writing poetry is never easy.
Starting has always been hard.
Ideas rarely flow smoothly
Distractions leave the paper marred.

Thoughts confuse the writing
And never let me think.
Contradictions result from this
And drive me to the brink.

Meter and tone must be perfectly right
And rhyme must be even better.
“Proper Form” should be used,
On down to every letter.

The most difficult part of all
As some may quickly see,
Comes when trying to finish.
It is to end my poetry.

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JUST RIGHT, In Two Parts

College Before Family, 1982
My pen just writes
My dog just bites
My wife just fights
And I just might
Decide everything’s alright.

Empty Nest, 2025
Life didn’t quite yield that plight
Because the pen barely writes
The pups play fight
The kids had height
Were polite
And actually bright
The wife’s a delight
Most days and nights
My life might be trite,
And I’m good with this slight rewrite.

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Your Shore

There's a beach where the sand
Won't get in your shoes
Or stick to your skin
When you're covered with sweat.

The shore's always clean
No trash or dead fish
And the water's still
Clear enough to drink.

In your mind, I hope and pray,
There's room for me
To kick that sand around
And be with you on your shore.

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Shadow Tail

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.

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Believe At Least

I’ve run out of things to say to you
I who love how language feels 
Cannot see your thoughts to know,
How to ask what you conceal.

Perfection is fine to a point,
An everlasting urge
but I’d never breathe again,
If I did not share our eternal love.

The exquisite princess of maiden joy
Can sacrifice her honor and her name,
By giving of her sullen self
from within her hidden carnal dream.

Understand the silent plan
The never spoken thought.
Reflect on days never lived,
Answers never given, never sought.

Receive please what you are due.
Believe at least that I love you.

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Ancient Poems

Ancient poems resurrected and recited
From the murky depths of history,
You hold, against your breast,
The fresh warmth you now perceive.

I tell you tales of my youth
Of day and night, dawn and twilight.
Alive still in my beating, aching heart,
And now held in my hands to reveal. 

You ask me to start from within myself
As I recite these vivid scenes.
I feel still, loneliness when you don’t notice
I’ve shared my sacred dreams.

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Walk In The Park

How are you with long walks
At night through the park
Where shadows pepper the imagination
And thoughts flow on
With nothing to hold them back?

I love to take those walks in the dark
Both alone and with my friend,
Deep through our mind
To visit lost images,
Memories that live in the shadows,
Remnants of the past.

Do we remain in the shadows
Where my friend with knowledge dwells,
Or do we bring to light those images, 
Reviving older times now asleep, 
Permitting them a chance to escape?

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Moonlight's Bright Tonight, Part 3

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.

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The Masses

We lead lives of unfulfillment.
All for nothing, our time is spent.
We just live, from day to day,
To support the government.

We are born, and then we die,
No one ever stays.
Our lives are full of emptiness
In, oh, so many ways.

We behave in regular patterns,
Everyone acts the same.
We exist in a world-wide crowd
Where no one has a name.

We thrive on repetition,
We fit into a groove,
And still we do not know
Just what we need to prove.

Then, too, we think alike,
Our thoughts are from a mold.
And if the cast were broken,
We'd be standing in the cold.

We all have religion,
One thing that we own,
And even with this difference
We can never stand alone.

We plead for independence
Something we'll never get,
For in all our commonness
It’s a man we've never met.

Our lives will always be like this,
Although we do protest.
But if we were to change, 
We'd have nothing to leave the rest.

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1410 Contest 3rd Place

I can recall moments now lost in time,
Long before meeting, I knew you were mine.