Best Brooding Poems

The happenings of our world scare me
Here, hatred and selfishness eternally do cry victory
While love and peaceful living slump in their own decrepit
Why, some say that to have been given a birth, is to be taken as a treat
Is it?

I do myself fear for my...

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With the brooding nimbus clouds in the sky,
It gets darker and darker with eerie silence in ears,
the flash of lightning illuminates the dark skies,
the sound of thunder fills the heart with fear.

The nimbus clouds look so ominous,
Darker it gets, louder it thunders,
It changes its pattern...

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I sit and watch. 

Changes come so slowly. 
So, vigilance is required,
an attentiveness to minutia.
There are layers of wardings 
erected        between
the watch 	and I. 

Thoughts, which flit and skitter
fight for outward movement.
Flesh that is too weak to hold...

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As dark brooding skies weep with mournful rain,
I tread to hide tears of heartache and grief,
trying to staunch my lament, but in vain.
From love now lost, I've not yet found relief.

On cloudless days I scan harbor and shore,
distant horizons, for signs of a gale.
But I...

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It is dark and night outside my window,
and in the soundless, lit confines of my 
room I sit at my old, ivory desk 

cheerless

and anxious with dread for what the rest
of another night may bring.

My ostomy bag, an abhorrent creature that 
hugs precariously on one...

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on my life long jurney
i've seen many splendid things 
men who could bring down mountains
powder to give me wings
but the rarest thing
i have seen i suppose
is the dark and wounderous flower
my brooding desert rose
in her eyes i see the univers
in her smile, a gling of...

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Dark black ominous clouds move slowly across the mortal sphere.
A promising downpour threatens the unrest souls.
Thunderous voices of indigenous cultural split the mortal sphere.
This brooding storm, created from fallacies that suffocated the truth.
Forceful winds of propaganda demoralize the virtuous.
Fierce lightning reveals the shamelessness of the...

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Brooding River 
 This winter saw a lot of rain the river 
near the houses Is still running clear and lucid 
giving its soul to the ocean 
On the old Roman Bridge I asked the river to stop wasting 
its precious sweet water to the...

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Me and my pride,
me and my hurts.
Who are you, which you are not,
a verbless statement of nirvana?

No pain
no asking, narcissism.
A stream of unbecoming.
Eyes wide open
jaws tightly shut,
sitting in a corner, brooding,
brooding.
Now what?

A stunning duplicity,
a surrogate god
was running an empire.
Precisely polygamous
on the name of a latter...

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I have an aura of a purple ambience. . . 
           a woebegone . . . forlorn essence and perfume 
        my painful past is a heavy dark...

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Quote by author: "Its as if an angel wept and left behind all the tears of heaven's sorrow"

The floodgates of my thoughts wide opened 
and out came an outpouring of love and compassion 
from the font of my wicker nebulous heart* 
I saw him with...

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The brooding nimbus in my sky
will not depart. A sunny day
I long to see, so why oh why-
I ask- will it not go away.

Why do I look and always see
the brooding nimbus in my sky?
Compassion? It has none for me.
I pray for it to pass...

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Mauling
the dna profiles
of sparten apes, to get rid of
little god of dark cave-

someone is breathing violence
amidst the marigolds.
The frogs
are jumping to become

denizens of trees, but naked
phloem will not feed them.
I am walking along the windows
to avoid street lights.

Want to see the face of moon
in distress....

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Darkness loomed over the place, 
Damp air hung like a shroud, 
Crows cawed in the distance, 
If ever you felt gloom, it was here, 
You could almost reach out and touch it, 
A cold mist cloaked everything, 
Not a hint of colour to be seen,...

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Sometimes more lovely than a sunset
Shafts of light through ocean storm clouds...

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