Fearing Poems - Poems about Fearing

Fearing My mate is the death He always follows me Living inside my heart Beating from the other side of the world’s love This is a negative love I will rebirth in his world Waiting for this blue land ...

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When jay Townsend Johnson Henry climbed in my windiw searching for my American poetry sending chills down my spine author star Parker was parked awaited this impersonator my poetry wasn't as grand as Robert frost or even Edgar Allen poe I was broken disabled mother retired nursery school teacher from Germany I enjoy folklore poetry...

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Your severe terrorists threats ring out like bombs like I’m bin laden when actually you used your corrupt badge to try and extort my American poetry for my killers thee Gargano crime family obsession with my livelihood because they blew up my skull with a car bomb because Peter adored my American poetry terrorist threats...

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What if I never get better What if years pass and I’ll still find myself favoring solitude with no desire to form new relationships I’ll long for love but never allow myself a chance out of the cold And my heart will wince even at the the thought of another kissing my lips I’ll continue...

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The dark night did his fearfulness arouse, While flashing-booming-crackling filled the air. This night of trepidation fills the house; breath shortened running fingers through his hair. Dark fear descends the mountain with a scream, like flames from mouths of dragons, fear burns deep. He cannot rest, perchance he moves to dream. There is no sanctuary within sleep. With every fear that populates...

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Difficult life Life is life, hmm, yes, if we are still alive This is a question only, a question, what is life And what's for, and why? Freedom or jail? Independence or freedom? I don’t know I don’t know This guy is just a simple thinker Nothing else But then the question is stayed, and no answer Still no answer Empty the answer’s box And the life...

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The Physical qualities of the song ranged from perfect to exceptional. Two Mezzo- Soprano's chored to perform at song made for a tenor. thy were a Phenomal couple singing a song about two lovers who were never to speak of there love.A Hero To her lonilness is a Champion of her love. The female character spoke of her love of a man who...

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There in the corner of the living room on a loveseat meant for two now only resides one there he sits, by a warm fireplace its occupant a man a man have I known only as a father and as a man, I never really knew. Sitting next to a pile of faded newspapers magazines, ages old, the tattered bed...

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...So much I could say Actually hard to find words. I work so hard and show so much love. College grad. Lawyer Dad. Yet I've been homeless more than drugged out people Fully financially control. You know Narcissistic Parental Abuse Straight A student. Honor Roll. College- then finances became the threat... I've worked an hourly job since 12 wtf...

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To fear death is rather a sign of ignorance For At the moment we do not know what death is How can we declare that it is an evil which Must be feared? © Demetrios Trifiatis 11 September 2022...

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Is rain on the way since the sky is gray? Thunder roars, so yes, it's headed this way. If lightning bolts spark the sky, will you fear? That's my reaction when it strikes too near. I see the hovering of nimbus clouds. They're wearing dark cloaks like funeral shrouds. I just felt the first drops of falling rain. They sting like fire...

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had been a hearing Republicans disappearing were always fearing (Too much sobbing going on Republicans said) could see on each grave statement about being brave to respect God gave would sleep in a crib God created Eve with rib when small wore a bib a great guessing game who is the person we should blame address and their name when we read a book about much love in a small...

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Casting stones into rivers, broken deep in the core. The tide of something coming. Rusted in hue lost in the soul. The tv burns in its silent snow as it drifts in quite lands of vacant eyes lost! In the dreams of a former glory of others cast in light n shadows in a box electric and dynastic… A fearing nation lost without and within,...

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I live a simple journey on own way sparing love values once a day hoping having my slice of heaven never expecting to come a doomsday......

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A kind and God-fearing wife Brings joy to her husband’s life Far from emotional strife...

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