Hang By A Thread Poems - Poems about Hang By A Thread

... Numbered Days Written: by Miracle Man May 27, 2021 The world it seems, is in dire straits today, It seems many, are neglecting to pray. On very little does mankind agree, it’s alway......

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...Will be going through some dark days ahead Self-isolation has caused negativity to spread Something to think about Tensions rise without doubt Endurance is the answer as we hang by a thre......

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...Some people would rather be dead Than see N.A.T.O. hang by a thread They don't understand That Trump thinks its grand To sell off their assets instead!......

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... Time is Everything Written: by Miracle Man 11/30/2017 Affairs of the heart oft leave spirits broken, But time mends lesions, even those severe. From oral disagreements to words unspo......

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...The treasure I have is buried again, He will never find it, for he abused what he had, Taken advantage of a heart so willing to give, His own selfish reasons so egos agenda can live, His tactics ......

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...We Will Be Landing Shortly By Elton Camp People who fly might have a nervous fit If they take a little peek inside the cockpit Dials, knobs, switches and gadgets galore No pilot can know w......

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...the hardest substances in life are stubborn- beautiful and slice to the soul hang by a thread ride you like the wind then leave you to your alone then fires draw near and grow brighter the breake......

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...So many pages of scribbled rhymes So many books I've read Encased by my costume of indifference While inside I hang by a thread None of my teachers have prepared me for this Yet no textbook could hel......

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...The neurologist hung me out to dry “No cure,” says he as I hang by a thread All dressed up and wanting to fly Took torturous tests that I did dread What? No means of comfort? Have I misread? ......

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...Eyes wide open, they tear as the wind strikes my face. The sun is golden, hiding behind the lies, crying out to all of us. I turn the corner and press against the gravel that has found Its place f......

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...A hair crack runs down her porcelain face. She’s framed in a moth eaten tattered dress that is trimmed in satin and yellowed lace. Her skin powdered, with a look of duress. In her blank eyes sh......

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...Anna left early from Soho But still she got caught in the storm Due at 5:30, it’s quarter to ten She should never have driven alone Maybe she’s parked at a rest stop Or maybe some roadside mot......

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...Through the street, bellows spill its music accompanied with voice. Brooks heart enjoying the beauty, when the full moon comes. Mother rain donate her love-blood, green......

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