Doubtful Poems - Poems about Doubtful

Mommy and Daddy did not believe he was magic So he used his powers, and began to fly They were less doubtful now...

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It's so hard not to miss you It's not because there is a little less of me without you Rather because with every beat of every second, You resonated me I never had to be frightful I could have easily told you all things Like how our neighbor died just yesterday And how it made me sad How I wondered how...

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Match so naughty of self calamity, Alternates modernized tactics of play Neglecting physical aggression. Countless clearcut chances, Impulsively lost to anxiety. Trying the best possible to weigh Yoke propelled by GARCIA in depression....

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I'm so doubtful right now So the fort has to stay up I do see your heart though It does radiate love Or so it seems at times I hear your point very well You mean every word you say as far as I can tell anyway It's just that stench that I can't abide This reeks of deceit...

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Again tonight reality taunts me I am too timid to entertain my fears That unspoken and uncertain feeling Concealed deeply yet nurtured by years A picture of acceptance have I slowly painted With placid smiles on skeptical eyes A pact with doubt I remain acquainted For promises could be true or truthful lies Have I lived for love or it lived...

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Open Arms... the words you give to someone, just may be the strength of reflection needed and neither of you even know it.... Unknown territory...

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This rock Inside this cage of claws Pumping red poison Everywhere in me Was it a wrong word You spoke Your I AM is doubtful When I am an error...

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A subtle march hush saddles the valley whilst dawn’s reveille is the seagulls call staid water’s brim against ancient galley once flew the ensign how the mighty fall. For here she lie ‘o’ top of salty graves where wretched souls ne’er see another day their silver horizon the restless waves that howls the sirens song of doubtful bay. Long gone the storm the...

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Deep in peaceful rest, lay I. Not a hint of what would come by. In my dreams chasing ludicrous fantasies Seeking out endless possibilities. But away, far and away, have I gone from there. Far and away due to a stirring in the air. Rousing from somnolent state I noticed but one thing… What, in my unconscious adventures, for I...

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putrid rascal was a real truant and also a junkie and a somnambulist too and wicked gourmet bought a new guillotine then the rascal walked dizzily like a mechanic dancer around the cinnamon circle right under the scythe and underwent a severance the staggering truth was quite vague then a postwar prelude under the lurid sky piccolo semitone sacrament orchids silhouettes on a merry-go-round the jetty broke up and a...

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Confidence and believing are two ingredients that we all need to realise the vision throughout life doubts fill the mind lacking that something to make decision Throughout life struggled in speech stammering non fluent whatever it be but thinking I can't speak normal like always believing it can't be done not by me Filled by doubts of the next word always not able unsure...

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"Oh, woe is me", she cries again. Not caring of the carnage left behind. The utter destruction she so kindly bequeathed her loved ones. Selfish, self absorbed, oblivious That is she. Selfless, giving, forgiving, patient; There lies the rest of the world. Everywhere she went, Like a shattered glass, peices lay everywhere; shiney and jagged Carefully, the ones around her dilegently tip...

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~An odd sigh... ~Face to face silence.... ~Heed these warning stares.... ~Heart taken in dire straits..... ~Across the table, sits the sinking soul mates...........

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If I hold one mirror to another, how many times will it double my image before I get sick and decide to end everything? My guess is enough times to carry me well into my late 30's; if I keep it up that long, you better believe I'll be ringing doorbells and asking for a reward. No man should be made to live a...

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