Fraught Poems - Poems about Fraught

Fraught as an extremely socially anxious younger person... hashtagged introvertedness trademark silently exorcised, ostracized, and vilified Impossible mission to resuscitate... a forsaken promising (even short lived) friendship regardless of expressed gender exhibited by other persons from yesteryear. When trying to jump/kick start lapsed meaningful interpersonal connections from much earlier in my life absence of a spark to kindle once upon a time valuable linkedin treasured bond bereft of dynamism. Folly...

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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 ...

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Arms outstretched. Hands out thrust. Fingers stretched out, reaching, straining, hurting, just barely fail make contact, left hanging untouched. Only a tiny spark zings between the fingers. Like static electricity, which flows when bodies stroked with emotion get charged up with a warm dry rub and discharge with a tiny whip's crack. Our love forever poised, never had the impetus for completion to fruition. As we balked at...

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My coping method fraught with utmost futility thus... My professional treatment plan predicated upon duress in extremis hence Electroconvulsive therapy, a last ditch effort I avail and surrender self qua to shock the monkey (me) one (twenty first century) obstinate bipedal hominid turncoat optioned, aye bewail as desperation if standard psychological measures peter out leaving nothing but pall tree (paltry) choice, and to be frank and/or ernest if necessary to...

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Fraught With IBS Irritable Bowel Syndrome... today – late morning of November 4th 2022 sudden onset experienced whereby whooshing waste naturally flushed out ala mine body electric performed colonoscopy diarrheal gangbuster instigated maybe Machiavellian microbe with powerful rectal surge analogous to invisible plunger forcing out every last tidbit constituting raw bits of partially digested food propelled with pronounced might found yours truly pooped out. Mine earliest recollection...

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Fraught With IBS Irritable Bowel Syndrome... The earliest recollection with lower gastrointestinal eruptions, viz psychosomatic induced distress occurred when yours truly quite a young lad, which specialist invited me to ingest barium sulfate, whereby the pinkish chalk like solution traced a path thru digestive tract visible while I stood behind a screen. Rear lee if ever attested subject suffices as an apt poetic title amidst...

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Mother, I have seen, where the world has been... Mother, I have I have seen it clean. The dirt and muck, Of those who monger war. The broken arms of Justice, In the realm of the nether and underworlds. The Earth has broken, and monsters, Have crept out of Her heart. Fear and infamy, Famine, greed and gluttony... Mother, why are we good people made...

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Caught Being Fraught and Overwrought Some more poems to write we had sought; Did became upset and then were fraught; On and on, Had gone; We ended up mad and often overwrought. (Not overweight.) Jim Horn...

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I was a soldier, but never sure of those things I was charged to do I was asked to fight pick up helmet and gun men dying around me I knew Those places I’ve been and the things I’ve done all eclipse the known profane Now with beauty fraught ...

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dives into cold pool youthful and courageous lass — he shivers the thought 1/7/2019...

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Fraught With IBS Irritable Bowel Syndrome... Rear lee if ever suffices as an apt poetic title amidst bookish canon - while this writer (similar to other aspirants in their respective creative pursuits) aware arbitrary perusers may deem vile core body of voluntary selective readers mentally affix probationary trial before unequivocally gravitating toward my genre or signature style, which unique modality of expression eventually accruing some degree of...

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I was a soldier, but never sure of those things I was charged to do I was asked to fight pick up helmet and gun men dying around me I knew The places I’ve been and the things I’ve done all eclipse the known profane Now with beauty fraught ...

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Feelings fraught with fright fend off the fun Facilitated in time to run with the happy aura of the sun To lend an air of amiability that sends my bliss bend to niche number nine Where I learn in earnest Fidelia is mine which is fine. Feelings fraught with foibles foil festival frenzies Fabricated by fads and duds that detest...

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This journey fraught of desperate dreams Within the grip of swelling grays The Southern Cross astern now shines Ever close of darkened bays Adrift of lost and endless times Sails now hoist, direction’s wind I hear the angry waves a’ crash Spume does touch my worried skin Tempest waters come to lash This journey fraught of desperate dreams To reach the one that I adore Of...

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Buried beneath blood-shot baby doll eyes where drowns dark truths dwelling empty despair, finds five fraught faces from false idol lies clinging cold-coffins caused by cruel affair; Saddled by sorrow seen in mother’s stare, washed while awaiting where water is filled pouring in porcelain planned to be killed; Languishing lost lacking warmth much less love, ended in...

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