Muse Poems | Examples of Muse Poetry

When I begin to draw Is it me or someone else? I do not know where these ideas originate. One minute I have a blank canvas. Half hour later I have created a village Pirate queen, gnomes, faeries, goblins, Mushroom houses,...Read the rest...

I try and try to read long poems But then I find if it carries on I daydream or lose focus A.D.D. does hocus-pocus I try and try to stick to a plan But find myself wondering and Traveling roads less...Read the rest...

Etched in a hidden muse - for the dreary morn of grey - come hither oh delicate light - might I find a way - of searching these scattered remnants- held this precious memoir...Read the rest...

A garden of love, awake as the rain, peaceful as the gray skies, abiding inside the soul who can see… there is a love that grows strong despite the fears that linger on, despite the...Read the rest...

I breathe in the music of twilight, Glistening, glowing, glimpsing the melodies Trying to sing along… Love notes washing over my spirit, Reflecting the gentle, Swathing my life in the miracles, wonders Wafting through the wind’s poetry, Painless moments, blessings Moving from...Read the rest...

A Depiction of One Artist and His Starry Night ~ a precarious world of indecision a dark pallet of light this brilliant depiction , it does scream , it cries out blues and yellows swirl in a maze of defeat...Read the rest...

My muse has left me I don’t blame her at all I bleed peach poetry And I rarely barely talk My mood is melancholy For I’ve lost inspiration Mellow moon is calling My muse in anticipation Shining like a...Read the rest...

Softly, tears falling, gentle pearls From the oyster of life, Where the heart dances and twirls, Leaving traces of her light, Softly, tears falling, in silent swirls. Quietly, tears tumbling, erasing desires, From the senses, the promise Hopes who listen to the...Read the rest...

both mother and father nurture their child in his formative years but though all three live in one home starkly different are their fears the breeze, the tree and Mother Earth take a selfie through cracks in time yet each...Read the rest...

A field of flowers. A field of miracles. A map of memories. A destination to be determined. A chart inside a labyrinth of the mind. A twitch. A jolt. A lightning bottle. A picture in paint. A...Read the rest...

Calligraphy in the Air for a Fleeting Muse Each morning I try to capture in the net of my metaphors the dance of your steps through the corridors of memory, But the words melt like ice butterflies...Read the rest...

I think my muse hates exercise; she flees whenever I row. A three day streak on the water: the verse refuses to flow. I’m not quite sure what the deal is, why it’s either this or that. Perhaps she carries a...Read the rest...

The macabre’s amusing at times, makes for off-beat, hilarious rhymes. To my wife they’re not funny; she wants cute little bunnies and not ones that are strangled by mimes. She says, “Why must the animals die? And that one with the...Read the rest...

Let's talk about the picturesque beauty of autumn Of the chiming bells of the Angelus Of the flowers once pretty and strong, on the lawn Oh! Autumn, you are a very superb season! Let's talk about the petals and...Read the rest...

I thought I had shut off the leak: the drip, both lethargic and weak. Once parched dry from thirst, the pipes have now burst, and the muse has decided to speak....Read the rest...