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Overbearing Poems - Poems about Overbearing


Premium Member Grandmother Spider
She insists on her own way; having to have control of all situations. Actually stole me from my mother, and insisted on raising me her way. I disengaged from her diabolical controlling web twenty years ago. Other family members call to try and tangle me back into the fray. They are annoyed by her insistence, persistence, and lack of...

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Categories: overbearing, grandmother,
Form: Prose Poetry
Premium Member I Shall Not Be Complete Nor Will I Be Content
I shall not be complete, nor will I become content. I will only be complete at the end of my life, Which had been given to me to live along with the strife. Standing before and being with God to account for all of my sins. Never shall I be content from the strife in life is a...

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Categories: overbearing, blessing, christian, courage, forgiveness,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Overgrown Bullies and Overgrown Weeds
The weeds are squeezing around the flower beds in every corner of the yard. They seem to grow a foot or two each night, smothering dainty flowers, Sitting on them, squelching them, happily growing, strangling them. Similar to the ways inconsiderate controlling people smother others, Overgrown bullies who squeeze their victims, killing without conscience. I race out there with clippers,...

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Categories: overbearing, bullying,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Overbearing
OVERBEARING When you walk up upon two people talking And they shun you turn away start walking Cold non endearing Never ending so not caring Overbearing Wait your turn don't interrupt the corrupt And those problems bag them up Place those worries in a locked closet Cold non endearing, never ending so not caring Overbearing Distrubuting the prviacy of others Does it matter abundant...

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Categories: overbearing, assonance, caregiving, change,
Form: Rhyme
Overbearing Tree
The big tree casts a giant shadow Over the little saplings surrounding him Keeping them in thrall long after he is gone He tied them tight to the past Squashing their youthful spirit And forcing them down the same tired path He took to follow for himself His tricks are many and branches are big The...

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Categories: overbearing, tree,
Form: Free verse




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