Anxiety Alliteration Poems | Examples
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Mind's minute mirage may muffle,
But biding by blinding brings burns.
Severely she'll sunder, so scuffle,
'Til tomorrow, tomorrow turns.
Nine, five, one, three—
Is that truly all that remains of you?
What fragments of me linger in your mind?
If only you would take a moment to slow down
And gaze upon the world that unfolds before you.
Your way of life is shrouded in enigma.
Your sixth sense, paired with your keen understanding of women,
Collapses like a carefully arranged stack of dominoes —
So unsettling, so uncertain, so trapped in its own confines.
Please, help me unravel the intricacies of your thoughts.
You've often claimed that men are creatures of folly,
Incapable of taming their wild impulses,
As many chase after fleeting desires
And consume whatever is placed before them: so you said.
Sister, sister, if only you could just slow down,
For we are already halfway through this journey.
When a past love transforms into merely a chapter
In the book of our lives,
It signals that you have reached the finish line of that phase.
His number still drifts endlessly in my mind—
Nine, five, one, three, is all that you have left of him.
Please, help me grasp the depths of it all,
Why is it so difficult to truly love?
Fabricated Fears Feed the Fidgety Figure
Debuting Damaged Desires and Disguised Daydreams
Beaten till Black and Bloody, Betrayed Beliefs of Betterment
Firmly Fooled, Formidably Far From Fate — Finally Free
The quivering quitters, quaking and quacking
In quite a quizzing quagmire, quietly
Quash their qualms. The ***** quest they have acquired,
Is a quandry of quantum quantity.
Chicken Little
Much like a messenger to mind,
Posed staring down into my face,
I sensed a rooster, brash and bold,
Was challenging my right to breathe.
Thus, in the inkling of an eye
With onset latent bleariness,
The old conundrum, fight or flight,
Was freshly flashing in my head.
This rooster was no idle threat.
Its size, imposing, filled my sky.
Its comb was cocked with attitude.
Its beak was aimed between my eyes.
Its eyes were beady like black peas.
They pierced my confidence and will.
Its countenance was firmly grim.
Its posture signaled, “Make my day!”
Then, in a moment’s timed elapse,
My brain awoke in roused synapse.
Fear not, it’s just macropsia.
The sky’s not falling after all.
No more jeers
Nor sorrow we walk the edges of tomorrow
Whistling winds travel these same paths also
We accompany them with hollow dreams
Our bones shiver with the chill of unknowns
We have a place to go called home
So say simple prayers if you weep We this nation can withstand these things which winds blow blinding our sight at times though we know this is almost home
Focus on you,
Zoom on you,
Inside you,
See all in you,
Always with you,
Meant for you,
For a better you.
And,
Change your reality,
Take every opportunity,
To see possibility,
In every difficulty,
Because what you see,
Is what you get,
And each word from you,
Will create a world for you.
See,
You've waited for so long,
Now
Your wings are so strong,
Flap them into a song,
To reach the place you belong,
At your own pace,
Soaring high like an eagle,
Into your purpose,
Your destiny, I suppose.
Hear Harry’s hysterical, startling scream.
Little spooky spiders made him run to the extreme.
It wasn’t a fairytale fantasy dream;
the cobwebs created a crazy football team.
Mother thought she’d heard their scary scheme,
so she planned to question the Queen.
I thought they were merely mean,
moving to our happy home, creating a scary scene.
Shes just a girl!
She holds her childhood close, says the stuffed bear waiting for her on her pillow
She wants to be a good student, says her desk piled with completed assignments
She loves bright colors, says the clothes in her closet
She loves rewarding herself with a sweet treat, says the sonic cups littering her room
She doesn't have much time for herself, says the piles of laundry on every surface
She covers herself up, says the makeup spilling out of the bag on her vanity
She hates her body, says the tape measure resting by her mirror
Shes struggling with living, says the mascara on her pillow case
But no one knows, says the smiles in the pictures on her walls
She is me, and I am her
but I am ok, I'm just a girl
If this makes sense to you or you
Relate then read.
I approach to see where are all my
Memories of me to be? Where are they of me? I PUT ON discrete. I must see of thee. Where I am now nobody can say of an alarm? Heeey. I am willing.
A partisan particle and a participant. How Will you cope? cop a coin?! YOU CLAIM FORLORN?! You BOAST then choke on your own WORDS? of apathy YET claim a friendship with me?! I approach you are of bleeding knees. Should I PITY? ooh. Do not BLEED your blood on my FEET! I approach I seek the EXPANSE of my reward.
A most EXPENSIVE which any can afford! DOES NOW MY PRESENCE
LICK THESE LEAVES? I will BE in your SIGHT! THEN, you will know ME BY YOUR FRIGHT!!!
I APPROACH....
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Shivering shards sliced through my sullen system.
nightss nag with naissant nightmares
mornings moved as malignant monsters
trust twisted in tabescent thorns tearing within me
I ignored prayers, mindfulness and Jesus above
I believed in money and stood
as a gluttony, greedy foolish glideroy entity
the empire of emptiness exhausted me...
my crimson crooked heart hovered in the chains of inner being
crashing tides of bewildering blood sustained me
somber singing penetrated my lonely ears
for I heard the poignant prayers of promise
seeped through my splitter sins of seduction
for there remained regal relief of my convictions
my hope heart gave my soul a sarcralized sword of triumph
Who betrayed me?
Me, myself and I
For I stole the stars of my soul
January 16th 2022
A path fraught with fear
craven cowardice
trembling, dissembling unsettling
Hovering high above the highest hill
beyond Imagination's borders
Out of reach, out of touch, unaligned
Hope's lost highway hesitant
arriving ahead of time
illusions intricate, impotent
'Home' - why do we delay
Superimposer
such an imposter
heart posture
sinless composer
keeps cutting a deal
missing his field
Prospect is killed
blazing sacrifice
trying to be nice
humble and spiced
yet he's OK why cuz the Father got him
leaving appalled
being withdrawed
suspected of twice
trying to be a witness
covered in nice
falsely accused of being duped
silently bruised
yet in truth
he's a bright moth attracted to the flame
cursed fumbles the ball relinquishes his name
yet he's OK why cuz Our Father got him
caught up in the game
Withered and torn
complacent rebirth reborn
and in saying all this
yet instilled bless
blessed is his type
crucified for being nice
following the dream
being
what it is and not What It Seems?
Praise God hallelujah he's okay because our Daddy's got it
What it is Is Not What It Seems
10/17/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2023
WE GOBBLE GOAT’S CHEESE
Scales of justice weighed in gold and coal
cherubs and demons cheer without fear
horns blow, rooms gather fat
Coaxing a grey Persian cat
climb stairs of glamour
or disillusioned clamour
Heads dance across Florentine floor
joy shiver silent at a wooden door
hazardous stealth the cunning core
Roti fry in sesame oil to serve
with Côté D’ Or, everything coiled
drops of champagne sorrowfully soil
Chameleons cut own coloured flesh
hiding wounds wry waistcoated breasts
Botox gone awry, confess !
Scales dramatise to legitimise
two platters evenly plead
weighing a crafty compromise
We gobble goat’s cheese
celebration up in a breeze
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