Emily Moore

Emily Moore Poems

So he sits, candle alight
All of his dreams, torn in a night
He cries for God to hear his plea
‘Please, please give her back to me’
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I look in the mirror at the face I see
It’s ugly and stares back at me
Fiery eyed broken and bruised
Hurting all over and emotionally confused
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Cry for me, the shadows wish
The world forgets, they’re selfish
Hold my hand, I shiver with fear
Where are they, I want them near
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Help, can anyone hear
This voice, I hope it’s dear
I’ve lost, I’m loosing grip
Please, I cannot slip
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Can you explain the pain in my brain?
Caused by the suffering you force to remain
Can you describe why we fight and strive?
Believing in so many: false lies
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It wasn’t set in stone
She stood alone
A mystery to be unveiled
A dream that hadn’t yet sailed
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How I should have known, should have known so well
That what we had together would fall, and it fell
Forever in my heart, till death do us part
Till death do us part, forever in my heart
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Please don’t forget to speak of me
I wish I was here and not with the
I am still worthy of your sweet voice
I had to go, I had no choice
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So many words can be a lie
So many hearts, left to die
So little hope for us to be
Anything seriously
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There she lay silenced to death
She new she had had her last breath
The pulse stopped but the machine carried on
And all the nurses told her she’d gone
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I know I shouldn't but I do
This pain, this blood, I'm missing you
you saved me once now do it again
I love you now like I loved you then
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“To rescue me would be a crime
As all the sinners have there day
Save me from this heart of mine
Let fate decide my destiny”
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Emily Moore Biography

I started writing about three years back when my life was tough. Sometimes i put my thoughts into poetry and create something worth reading and other times i create a load of rubbish, that i will admit are not worth reading. Poems help me escape what i really feel inside. I can imagine a situation and build upon. Alot of my work is from the heart but i just add more to what i feel in poetry. My life is back on track but i have only been able to call it a life for about three years. Before i hated life and my family, now i have setteled down i am more relaxed and i am able to translate what i used to feel in to words and my words are those in my poems. A lot of my poems portray dark subjects but there is one I feel is very special to me and not so dark. ‘A voice of the loving dead’ is a poem I wrote when my granddad died. I felt that I wasn’t as close to him as well as I could have been, and I made an effort to write something, that I feel people would want to happen, especially him. He wouldn’t have wanted to be forgotten but he wouldn’t have wanted to be mourned over. If I was older I would have read this at his funeral and every word I wrote I feel came from his heart to mine.)

The Best Poem Of Emily Moore

‘just One More’

So he sits, candle alight
All of his dreams, torn in a night
He cries for God to hear his plea
‘Please, please give her back to me’
His heart is breaking, as he chokes on love
Her frail body gave all that it could
But to many things had gone on inside
And if it wasn’t for him she wouldn’t have died
‘Go on, just one more’
Just one more and she hit the floor
Her frozen body lay still with the night
He cries for her with the candle alight
He begs that she is still alive
There’s a lesson to be learnt, don’t drink and drive.

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