Threat Poems - Poems about Threat

Pedal Tones and arpeggios, and registers. "the act of separating the Two" The Twenty One Day Rule By Professor Meanus Labyrinth "Gabba Gabba Hey" Code name Project: " Fragaria x ananassa" Taint Whyle means to undermine a current relationship to bring it to null. or not any,...

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Snow falls silently here On Pahalgam's mourning hills Pure crystal white turned red White flakes bear witness to loss Each one holds a mother's tear Snow remembers all Innocent faces frozen In time's bitter glass Terror's footprints disappear Yet snow preserves the sorrow Through snow-capped...

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When the dusk bleeds epitaph roses, and the blackbird sings wilted elegies, I search for a...

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Yes, I stumble whenever I see the hospital looming. Yes, I collapse whenever I hear the monitors screaming. Yes, I shatter whenever I think of the bleeding spreading. Yes, I stagger whenever I feel the ambulance waiting. Yes, I crumble whenever I face the doctor's confession. But not today. Today I will wear my determined prayers like armour and sprint through the...

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"What is my role?" I asked. "You are part of the crew," he said, not the captain as I was told. "But I know maps! I read compasses!" I pleaded. He thundered, "Don’t you see? Your existence is your biggest threat!" "What threat am I to myself, when real monsters roam?" He sighed. "That is the point." "Your kind attracts the...

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I dream of far shores where my name was meant to be carved. I aspire to climb mountains where my flag was to be raised. I imagine a distant land where a song calls me home. So many ambitions—yet my existence is my greatest threat. I was always ready for adventure, Belonged to no land, no boundaries, no chains. The repeated...

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THE GANGSTER DISCIPLES ARE NO LONGER UNDER MR. LARRY HOOVER THE NEW LEADERS ARE CONTROLLING THE GANGSTER DISCIPLES FROM A LESSER GOD JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY CATRINA BELL MIKISSICK TAYCHEEDAH WOMANS PRISON MY STALKER CORRUPT OFFICERS NIECE QUEEN PIN OF WISCONSIN HIGH RANKING FEMALE QUEEN PIN GANGSTER DISCIPLE FEMALE LEADER CONTROLLING THE GANGSTER DISCIPLES ON...

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My fire snorted and all is still, Chaos does come; lull in the hills. My mother weeps & daddy cries, Not peace nor love seen in the skies. Looking on stirred, with jaws agape, As blood does stain my flowing cape. A laugh echoes around & around, A serpent’s grin, with malice crowned. ‘Come! There is place for us...

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Early October. I accidentally came across your message, I dare not open it, after it caught my eye "Police contacted. You..." What did he try to prove? End of September, a note was hand delivered direct to your letter box. I did that to have a closure and To show you for the first and last time, I could also be in...

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The Leaves are Hushed Alone she stares through a skylight playing I spy with the sky, creating fantastical creatures out of skimming, brimming clouds. Suddenly a shadow swiftly smears a window staining its filmy, hazed glass; a corrugated feeling, firm and undulating settles steel-hard in her stomach. Hurriedly her hand reaches for her heart but it isn’t there……., it’s replaced by a beating drum which beats and repeats...

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The steady metallic hum stops, while working with focus, After a second of silence, then the world shifts. Metallic fan rained down, On my safe space of the working table, Fear grips my chest, thinking about Had it fallen when I was right below? Papers fly, My laptop, my soul was touched, My focus on work was scattered. Helpless, I watch shockingly. The...

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Let people be—the world shrinks with internet access, genuine connection is rare. none of us is who we claim we walk, talk, write mostly in clichés with breathtaking phrases we para-plagiarize unknowingly. most of what we do lacks purpose the problem, as I see it: too much focus on another's porridge...

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Poems were written about First Epistle to Corinthians by Paul. what we did was drift all sins through we had to sift love from God would lift when with deep regret sinners are always a threat making us upset what God does intend when life here on earth will end to heaven ascend with God we should stay when sinners always shall stray He is the only way...

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I stood next my big sister and my little brother infront of us. It was night and some were drunk, the youngest needs to get protected. *The youngest needs to get protected* Behind us men shouted insulting comments to the footballplayers we watched. I laughed and looked at my big sister, who didn't listen at them at all and...

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"THREAT TO DEMOCRACY" Democracy has a different meaning It depends on where you are leaning There's always a cost for freedom Your price is based on what you want to pay People generally take life for granted Never realizing that it's democracy People should be gracious and show gratitude The guidance and direction is the latitude Your political...

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