Muse Poems | Examples of Muse Poetry

A smile can change everything And everything has worn the same outfit since Adam and Eve started sewing designer fig leaves Which leads me to the conclusion…No, you’re not my person but for 3 seconds it felt a 10-year anniversary A moment framed in my better day’s gallery Knowing we were both thinking something similar means everything...

Continue reading...

Without a word I slip out of bed and a thousand conversations run through my mind as I walk barefoot across worn carpeting. Two nights ago, I barely made it home while driving through a deluge and water on the roads. I defied the warnings and survived as bolts of lightning laced the sky. I was the storm. I was the silence. Now as the sun pokes...

Continue reading...

. 'long thuh long arm ...

Continue reading...

"Exit music for a bad movie" that shining kingdom waits and watches numbed now to nightmares its falling cuckold leaders deliver fools gold hungry homeless open palms receive broken promises overflowing forgotten hymns and collection plates souls are worth blood in buried pain borders are drawn all are caged the marriages not made in heaven shelved for another day Candide Diderot. ‘25...

Continue reading...

"Goldfish" The left said we weren’t right we were catscradles lost and over-stitched in it all The right said we were goldfish in an over-crowded drowning bowl fed on pronouns and dreams of an equal world poetry skewered our lives with the beauty of it all but we were oblivious to what was really calling Candide Diderot. ‘25 ...

Continue reading...

my muse is plotting every inch of my time today I try to escape but there is actually no way on writing poetry and fiction, she is hardily keen I cannot refuse Trixie, for she is insanely mean no prepositions, she orders me in a stern way But verbs and adverbs are okay, for they are merry and gay On a...

Continue reading...

For once in my life, I want to be a poem, Written with many metaphors, By a poet with a heart that flows Flowers of romanticism like the rivers That roar with devotion deeper than the oceans. I may never last forever, Immortalise me in your poem, I want to smile forever, I have had oceans of tears Splashing my heart And tearing me...

Continue reading...

Bloom, garden of verse ...

Continue reading...

reminders set lest we forget ~ the here and now calls; place your bet...

Continue reading...

Again, she bid me write upon that warm dark desert night Pen was hidden from my sight, a sleepy poet's sorrowed plight ...

Continue reading...

I won’t write, I tell my muse. I refuse. She laughs at my won'ts, my cant's and my do’s. Most know Trixie; she brazenly dictates to me. She is puling my strings, never letting me be. I’m serious, I say. She laughs at my plight. She forces me to stay awake most of the night. Magnificent poems climb into my head. Trixie...

Continue reading...

Creativity, When our Lord Jesus created the heavens and the earth, The light day and the darkness the night. He gave us all a creative mind. Creativity dwells within When singing, reading, dancing, and praising. Creativity is in breaded in everything that we do , cooking, cleaning, To the accounting, electrician and the plumber creativity is in you . That...

Continue reading...

I sat today, thinking of you. So, I thought selflessly. It was a disgusting day too. The dogs bayed helplessly At the mountain of fog. The tall clouds unburdened Into filthy manholes. It rained and poured a flood. In a quiet mind, there it waits Your poetry, our song. I felt fine, yes, but who dictates Rain's where, when, and how long. Probably Russia, after all, That'll squeeze...

Continue reading...

a blank page when I awaken and walk barefoot across the carpet and when I embrace the song of nothingness it wants more a cool breeze through the window breathes new life onto the page in front of me and the sun peaks through the window as I sit at my laptop and slide my feet under the desk I love my muse and learn to let...

Continue reading...

If instinct could alert beforehand; Reflecting moments as all stand... The ought process of echoing mind, For rights to get wrongs tightly bind- Assign each voice unto confident tears, Without been paired with fearful glares. That, would make a day so bleak off sorrow, And elegant enough to seek anew cum morrow. If patience could read through broken glass... Flexing with a system depicted...

Continue reading...