Gnawing Poems - Poems about Gnawing

...A creature dwells behind me Always lurking, skulking Robed in shadows, waiting, hovering. At times a ferocity of claws, shrieks - Icy vice like grips plunging through me! Others; a gnawing pois......Read the rest...

...Line of inquiry: “Yes, I affirm, I have seen God But He appeared and then disappeared This knowing that transcends mind, left me awed But until what’s imbibed is assimilated, by fears I’m seared”......Read the rest...

...The Haunting of the Moon She comes when the Moon is heavy With wishes from many a maid Who with passionate longing, Their dreams upon it laid She comes when night is warmest In the time o......Read the rest...

...We master the art of feeding our doubts, with the dark enchantment of a "what if...”, Beneath our feet grow roots that suffocate us in the fog of unanswered questions. We don’t perish in the maze o......Read the rest...

... In the depths of my heart, a shadow dwells, Regret's icy grip, a tale it tells. Missed opportunities, choices made, Unraveled dreams, a path that swayed. Like a phantom, it haunts my waking ......Read the rest...

...“Sanctuary is a place where serenity resides. Peace awaits to embrace.” -Quote by poet With my troubled mind, Desiring peace to find, I go to the hallowed place, Where t......Read the rest...

...Mr Edwards has gone to bed he is trying to forget what is gnawing at him, a self made man he cant help but prevaricate Mr Jones is glad across the fields daffodils sway he is an younger ver......Read the rest...

...With hair ablaze, a jester unconfined, I scoffed at the mundane, its life declined. My wardrobe, a riot, a rhapsody bold, Mismatched socks my standard, stories untold. In classrooms of tedium, ......Read the rest...

...The truth is cruel, a blurred reality. The truth is in my heart carefully hidden from prying eyes. Don't sigh my friend, you cannot read it in my face, 'tis well concealed, rest assured as a s......Read the rest...

...Kenya kangaroo flying colorful kaleidoscope kite gnawing nimble gnashy night crawlers on Nairobi’s night enticing enthusiastic Englewood eagles, filling them with excite making melodious music, me......Read the rest...

... 178 months, 129940 hours, now only 10 minutes remain. Sitting in cold eerie darkness, he observes the rhythm of water drops, slowly wipes away streams of sweat with his withered trembling h......Read the rest...

... Written: January 08, 2024 ______________________________________ A sense of thrill a gnawing lain Raindrops grasp my skin, a slight touch As I succumb to th......Read the rest...

...Behind a frozen glass window I peer, but not for long despite the pending thunder, to spur an inner gnawing gumption, I turn a chilly doorknob, with great stealth born of winters past, sleet-r......Read the rest...

...The dead grow flowers, while the living pine for more space to find heaven in. Flesh feeds the earth, even bones, nothing is wasted, all is put to use for the general Good. When they pass a......Read the rest...

...I feel the agony Crawling up my legs Gnawing at my arms Ripping into me Trying to take over I fight and fight Till the pain grows Never stopping as it eats away at me Ripping through me. ......Read the rest...