Hanging Poems - Poems about Hanging

Beneath fate's shadowed edge, I take my stand, A moment granted by design's own hand. The blade above me poised, a guillotine, My neck upon the board, awaiting fall. While others drift through life's unchallenged stream, Letting time pass without a second thought, I cannot share their luxury of ease. If days were numbered, hours slipping by, Would actions shift to meet the...

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There is something in us that imbues landscapes with substance or senses what is there hidden beneath the camouflage of form. It finds voice in myth and survives in the shadows of the imagination, birthplace of our being. It enters this world through ancient fissures, openings in the mind, sacred places and in the crevices weathered in lava outcrops spewed out of a volcano more...

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Ecclesiastes 3:2-8 “There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens:” A flower embraces our mind And soul with its beauty, It’s not meant to live forever, It’s to be enjoyed for now. We try to hang on for dear life, Grow up like that flower, Leaving memories for those...

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“He rescues those whose spirits are crushed.” Psalm 34.14 NLT **************************************************************** Hanging on for Dear Life ...

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A gust caught a giggle Scooping me up above the tree line where the hot air balloons live And the clouds play tether ball Scattering the stars Catapulting around Saturn Hanging on for dear life As the dragon kite skimmed and skirted me back over the dewy grass Dropping me like a note into my dreams ...

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A marriage, once strong, is slowly disintegrating. People and negative forces r a g e against them; Laughed at in the trenches, yet, they fight to Keep everything glued intact....

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Lately, nothing seems to be going right. Sorrow spills from my heart every night. Try as I might, I simply fail to understand why my tears gather like grains of sand. I'm hanging on for dear life, but how I miss the love we shared. I've fallen into an abyss, and in the distance I watch the sun as it sets, filled...

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Dear Life I'm hanging on for that bare second when love enters emptiness. Another world unfolds. Bold as God-breathed words: let there be - disarticulating chaos, setting light abroad; hatching hope for humanity hang on to dateless futurity when past errors, tears, and scares are ash beneath canceled seas. Pristine stars crown celestial plafonds. Prosaic passages of time...

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The road to walk life is unsure and the time finite, at the end of the dark tunnel, I don’t see the light. I’m in the maze of wilderness in the stormy night, see the splinters of the gloomy sky fall around me. ...

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Just sitting there hanging on my eyes; Sober up, that’s not enough. ...

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I held my breath — as Darkness crept — A fragile Thread — of Light — In Shadows deep — where Whispers dwell — I clasped — with all my Might — The Moments danced — yet still I stay — In Twilight’s Arms — the Heartbeats thrum — A battle — Night to...

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In a lea, he saw a ripe, sagging mango fruitlet Fruitlet, he decided to approach, touch and pick Pick a fruitlet whose man he flouted Flouted owner but he knew he was larceny Larceny of a fruit, ripe or not, he hit it on ground Ground with grass or naked, he was no care No care but should plant his own...

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She sits green on a shy branch, pretty Soft red bill, her only vanity. He comes same, red rump, blue sapphire throat Their short sheepish tails cannot promote. Hanging upside down on a tree branch 'whatcha looking at?', their stare has no match. Vernal Hanging-Parrot swift at flight Sighting amidst verdant green delight. Feasting on figs, fruits, blossoms, berries Less forest makes them hide...

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I've no strength left to keep fighting, motivation has worn off like stealth; voices have no happy sounds, faces are sad, nobody laughs... I'm a ghost wandering among the living; I walk past a cemetery, I smell death! Isn't it awful to hang on this impertinent illusion, keeping away the incoherent threat of intrusion? I spoke sweetly avoiding a harsh voice...

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We can be beautiful together like one of those vintage scenes your warm eyes and twinkling lights You can be the glowing paper moon in my black sky Cover me in your blanket of tiny golden stars You make my world velvet Yours is the lace wrapped my wrists I am deliquescent in your capable hands I am liquid longing...

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