Doubt Poems - Poems about Doubt

He doesn't answer when I scream Into the dark, into my pillow, Into the hollow between breaths Where prayers rot. Everyone says He listens. But maybe He doesn't listen to girls like me. Maybe I'm the mistake in the plan. The broken thread. The shadow on the altar. They told me He loves the brokenhearted, But He watched when it happened, He watched, and...

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her steps rhyme with mine an echo between yearn and daunt I ask her to keep pace, her shadows pine voices behind me, slick and gaunt —the phantoms want to keep her the light ahead hazy, yet I demur we’re so close—or too close panic surged deliriously, in prose— my eyes turn to my asphodel... her lost shadow whispers: ‘farewell.’...

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What is "L"ife all about, many times I get so mad. Should "I" have a doubt, it can be both good and bad? Will life turn out right, even if we make peace and do not "F"ight? Could the answer be Love, making it from up above? Is it up to you and me, "E"veryone working together is the magic key....

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I sit and stare beyond what's there, besides "The oval window, a portal to another dimension". It drags the moon's eclipse off the sun's circle to show an ellipse with twin foci, in two dimensions not one. The tension woven into its shape shrouds a duality, a flip-flop state, steeped in, and reeking with ambivalence. An oval coracle holding on, rocking in...

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There's a faint light beaming up through the cracks in everything that has the answers. I stand on the edge peering in, facing up to the risk of failing, falling in, on the cusp of not looking away. No thunder rolls, no curtain calls, for the silence between breaths, blinks, and heartbeats holds the final bluff and dare, as toes reach over...

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"Silence Faded with a Soft Embrace" ...

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I grew up believing I was terrible at writing, at least that's what everyone said. It's ironic Those voices in my head still holler loud even though, in the end, it's how I make ends meet...

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So many ways to say one thing More than one way to turn pawn to king Too many turns to the grocery store Which turn shall I take? Countless words to choose from From sunrise to sunset Too many ends to be met With no end So many ways to say one thing How will I say this? The paralysis of perfection pours A whisper...

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Am I that one girl, the one with a seed, that one with potential to make it big? Am I that girl who's good but never great? That one who would've made it had the circumstances changed? Am I that one who worked too hard, only to hear her hard work wasn't enough, that others were simply better? Am I that...

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Who can know and thus foretell the imaginary line Twixt everlasting doubt and certainty sublime Once declined counts twice betrayed where constant pressure parts The ties that bind us each to all from one to many hearts Passions presence aching seek the solace of the grave Heavens hand forbade ere reasons' eulogy forgave Within the vein of separate mind where war...

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I have measured the math of a mustard seed, traced the geometry of origin, the angles of mercy, run fingers over the ridges of history and found Him— in carbon’s conspiracy, ...

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Tell me, my friend, does infinity not unsettle your reason, or is it a comfort—to believe it meaningless? Look beyond the rust of your disbelief— this isn’t the frostbitten dogma you imagine. This is the marrow of things, the architecture of why. I...

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there were moments, times in my life when I couldn’t pray – all I felt was strife there were fears, tears, leftovers from grief so dark and lonely, I couldn’t get any relief there were sorrows beyond my understanding night’s shadows, desperations expanding there were wars within my spirit, fights forcing me to feel lost, without any rights there were storms that made...

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Is my sorrow real? Were we doomed… I’ll be damned if the questioning is my devotion. Though I never deviated, love only takes one of us. Love or lust… laughter, lies we shared Was I wrong?...

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once that door is open there may be no looking back uncertainty is a devil with two heads and there’s little reasoning to be had it’s a swinging door that’s sometimes spinning out of control its hinges are known to be defective and there’s never been a master key it’s often that the door to uncertainty opens over an unforgiving cliff on open sea AP:...

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