Glaring Poems - Poems about Glaring

Silence trembles - With the light of morning, Dawn’s caress stirs, then calms With intimate whispers Impressions delightful, like a smile Inviting heartfelt excitement Silence echoes - Past the hand of darkness Reflecting the kindness Binding up wounds of doubt Amazed and inspiring, creating Laughter and joy – dazzling Hues so vibrant, arising From the flow of a smile abiding Inside the spirit who knows His loves sends...

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There once was a gadfly daring. His speech, it was laced with swearing He said too much which earned a punch from the blonde whom he’d been staring....

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Hate and intolerance, wicked evils of the world. Prejudices, biases, and bigotry ran high and rampant - in times of unrest and hardship. Why are some so thoughtless? I realize that hate is not something that is natural to us. From the early beginning of life, that spontaneously sprung into existence. Like a blade of grass appearing unbeknownst in a silent crack on the sidewalk. Back...

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Here I am again in my reoccurring role I say those familiar lines in my head I walk upon the dusty stage I look out through the bright lights The audience is always missing I play my character with passion and conviction I cry and writhe in my pain After my performance there is silence No accolades No critical acclaim Just a fool...

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hiding is absolute where no one and nothing can trace otherwise glaring...

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Put purring sounds around me, yes, I'm the apple of your eye. Your furry form is always warm, your purr is a lull-a-bye Arms and legs entwine us, so strong, Mime and brother Sy around a dreamy place we lay and picture summertime. Me and Mama [Molly] cuddle with our wee Tom cat like balls we bounce and then...

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I wake up from my sleep, and still it is dark I looked around, but its silence that only bark The world seems to stop, being somewhere lost I pinched me hard, to end the nightmare But the wound prevailed in my skin so bare. I walked out and saw the stars fading I found moon, behind the clouds, hiding I waited...

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Your cutting glare bores Into me like a pin in A voodoo doll. Prick. 7/5/11...

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there used to be a beachfront cottage out there near an old yacht's wreckage, ...

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