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Qualms Poems - Poems about Qualms


Premium MemberQualms

Qualms, I've had too few to admit to you.
Scruples quadrupled, I've had some doubts as well.
Leaving me squeamish, uneasy, unwell.
I fear my regrets will breed and accrue.

Like palms, qualms are arrayed with spiral heads.
Their tough, frilly spiky fronds need tuning.
And rough scruples, misgivings need pruning,
As the spikes can get in your eyes and beds.

When qualms
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Categories: qualms, relationship,
Form: Sonnet

Any Qualms, Quaking Aspen

Any qualms, quaking aspen
In shading a graveyard?
"No; not when, worn and wrinkly
My own pride discard!"
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Categories: qualms, grave, tree,
Form: Rhyme



Scruples and the Wind

"The wind is the pounding of my heart."

My scruples join the wind which hammering hard
can cause my pulse to race in constant onslaught
against the gales of greed and pride caught off guard.
My buckler, the Spirit, prods with pause for thought.

Foreknowledge of pending storms illumines doubt
preparing a path where my heart figures out
that I can add
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Categories: qualms, 11th grade, emotions, light,
Form: Rispetto

Premium MemberCalming Motherly Qualms

“… Progress toward retrogression…”
yes, I questioned diagnosis with mixed emotions
as fear swelled over courage, striving to prevail
yet, faith in God* surmounted my motherly qualms.
Now, our special child in his wheel chair zooms toward progress
singing praises to the Lord in sign language blissfully. 

*Mark 11:22 And Jesus answering saith unto them, Have faith in God.

February 20,
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Categories: qualms, anxiety, character, christian, faith,
Form: Dramatic Verse

Premium MemberFoibles Touche

Flaws and foibles, dents and blots, 
all viewed as quirky, cute and nice,  
are mere trifles, that makes us lovable.

How quickly the tide can change,
when sensibilities, foil those foibles
into scruples, qualms, faults and vice,
up-welling into wellsprings 
of misery and strife.
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Categories: qualms, life, lost love,
Form: Free verse



Premium MemberQualms

I have rights, but oft times
A chosen wrongs
That gives me burns
I have weights that I can't lift
Up in arms, needless worries
Timid and bold
This story told
I 've chosen wrong...

Qualms

11/7/09
by James Edward Lee Sr.
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Categories: qualms, anxiety, assonance, cheer up,
Form: Light Verse

Premium MemberQualms

This life has an ease
Concrete and steal
To build us homes
Can we just stop
The qualms
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Categories: qualms, age, america,
Form: Free verse

Qualms

Love has no boundaries; only detours. 
Feelings aren’t lost; they wander away. 
Smiles don’t disappear; they’re robbed. 
Bodies have no soul; just a beating heart.


Where has love gone?
Why let feelings roam?
When were smiles stolen?
How fast beats the heart?


Roads have no ends; only boundaries. 
Books get lost; they don’t wander away
Shadows don’t get robbed; they disappear.
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Categories: qualms, care, feelings, how i
Form: Narrative

Without Qualms

He resumed walking with the sun
propelled in river of fire of blunt red
and striking yellow to resonate with the pain of her,
who sleeps on the thighs of a temple tree.

The vibrations still follow the echo of forgiveness,
a shadow of palm rises on white wounds.
The snoring of blood letting winds break the
bones crisply, on the jealous
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Categories: qualms, art,
Form: ABC

Without Qualms

He resumed walking with the sun
propelled in river of fire of blunt red
and striking yellow to resonate with the pain of her,
who sleeps on the thighs of a temple tree.

The vibrations still follow the echo of forgiveness,
a shadow of palm rises on white wounds.
The snoring of blood letting winds break the
bones crisply, on the jealous
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Categories: qualms, art
Form: I do not know?

Undulating Qualms

I.  Sonnet CCLXXVII

With rise and fall for seeking the unrest,
and from a thunder's rise the torment sung
it navigated sternly by request,
the heavens opened wide, the rains begun.
Splattering brought within it, tiny streams,
all paths defined the worst reflecting urge
enough to shelter high into one's dreams
yet low enough to carry on this purge.
We drown beneath the
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Categories: qualms, nature
Form: Sonnet

Book: Reflection on the Important Things