Worried Poems - Poems about Worried

Slightest glances of your presence, My heart dances, catching your essence! The lost feelings that I buried, I found it, without being worried. Love is a feeling, I realized! The happiest part of me Survived. Exhausting works, tiring days, "You beside me"- became most comfortable of ways. Watching you resting, I'm assured! All my weakness, always get cured. Treating...

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nefarious nel diabolically wired has had six husbands i just discovered five deaths were undetermined should I be worried policeman stared at note this guy must be a moron how could he help...

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The bright garden has been dead for a while, This life is as cold as November. I'm not worried about myself now, I'm thinking about children over. I thought for a day when I was young, I have lost opportunities transferred. Like a drop from a grape on the sand, Even my smile has disappeared. I am...

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Do birds sow or reap? Do they gather wealth? Does the sun or shower cause birds’ ill health? A few worms and a few grains suffice them. Do they gather any gold, pearl, or gem? Why worry when you labour, filled with hope? Can't you, with life's every thick and thin, cope? Fears spring from dark deserts of dearth of trust. Don't...

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I sit in class with my thoughts on blast, The paper in front is one of the last I fidget with my pencil and remain outcast And act oblivious to the obvious task. The teacher walks around, reviewing each kid; I remain unphased, and continue to stay hid The teacher walks past, along the floor grid I don’t peep a sound as...

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Current news reports say keep your pets in Enormous hawk is grabbing them up I do not fear this said my Cousin Lou Fin Five hundred pounds is the size of my pup...

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There was a certain time we couldn't be a minute apart, our happy hearts knew no hurt; we lived in a real Paradise! Today, we stare into each other eyes and see what the harm has done to us; joy is not pain but conviction remains: we owned everything and worried less! What matters now is that we go on as many others, but...

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dread, rising up while all hope is dying safety and surety of joy, a soul ignores, apprehensive, worried, insecurity’s complying pouring out tension from deathly doors, bleeding heart whose shadow is petrifying ...

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She only paints elephants, her mama said, feeling worried. The rest of the artists do different things, you know that. The mouse ran off, for his siblings had all scurried. He knew that this artist’s elephants were fashionable and phat. To help the mama out, the mouse talked the paintings up. His grandma bought two, as did his Great-Great-Uncle Hup. We...

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Summer grasses, soft blown. As deep therein Of a sweet embalming Lie; on sleep's brink. Its this visual leisure Now stood up for Plain's dreamy farness, does more Such to blur; shrink....

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his nose was distracting but so was mine i listened to it ; in the car on the way there the bass was in my brain what if he'd never heard it? the questions kept coming questions about stuff thinking about the book of judges i saw paintings i followed him home hid beneath the window pane but heard nothing i didn't get the job...

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Why are you worried? At night you can't sleep, during the day you wander among the crowds. Why are you worried? You have no time to waste. Don't be burdened by things that haven't happened yet. Enjoy the sun, but also the rainy days Enjoy the sky with stars and full moon, but also the nights lost in their own...

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If only, If only, If only, Such words Such words are repeated daily As ordinary people grow unhappy With the world, With others, And with themselves, “If only they would just understand, If only I had acted more intelligently, If only this had never happened, If only I were given the chance, If only they had allowed me, If only I ever had the courage, If only the world were...

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under the tall mushrooms', in the day of gloom I carried my fork and broom to run of the chick a boom from my whom; darn morning sickness, that dragon's zoom kiss as he reminisce and baked a swiss brownie bodice as the cat in the tree miss a hiss and a p i. s......

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Shimmering blood bath Inexorable death near Buried joy exposed...

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