Worry Poems - Poems about Worry

When the darkness colors the midnight skies And all your blessings seem in the past, you surmise The ache of heart who knows nothing but lies Listen to the story of His glory – He never dies When the worries grow harder and you feel defeated And all your heartfelt yearnings are uncompleted The heavy hand of doubt causes you to...

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I can traverse the sand in nudity. This way nature wants us to be. Legally, I can soak in the sun. I can have so much fun. Everybody else is just like me. ...

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Dancing in the Rain ...

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If you go away, and my heart breaks Weeping, for the moments We spent in the light of the morning Whispering our dreams, our hearts – memories Weeping, for the days – we colored with praise, The nights – we taught the stars to sigh, The joys, the smiles, the stirrings of insight The warmth and the healing, the beautiful feelings. If you...

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I’ve found that it’s not so inconvenient To live with eyes closed from time to time Towards my troubles I'm becoming lenient In the appalling news I cannot change a line So it does seem to me counterproductive If I’d worry if we're cheaply bought and sold If I sought a remark that eases the distructive Troubles they send to share...

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I didn’t expect this – it came quickly, without warning I couldn’t hide. It left me with no choice – but to go to war, battling the deafening poison, the affliction feeling like the deafening crash thunder raging, pouring out its fury I didn’t ever imagine this would come to be, silencing the courage that I’d once felt, giving my plans a...

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I avoid discussing politics and religion. Not because I am indifferent or uninterested, they're both rabbit holes I care to visit but on my own. My polite silence seems no longer sustainable. Too many people prove content to casually wave goodbye to democracy while insanity takes the helm. There's no hiding the direction where things are going and there's no turning back...

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Human life is like a water bubble, It appears and disappears...

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Don’t Worry About The Small Things Life is too short to worry. Burdens are exhausting. Always stressed. Water under the bridge. We all have problems. We are consumed. Life can be overwhelming. Even the small things. Not knowing. Leave your worries behind. Do you trust in him? Do you ever look above? Sometimes, wonder. We...

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I see you worry and i ask "why"? I hear your words of doubt and i will beg you to not give up And let your faith and desire just erupt They can only lie and cloud the truth They look at the heart you bear and deny the proof And when they fail to claim your soul You can...

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story blooming, on the edge of a thought struggling, incapable unqualified, mostly vulnerable to the midnight still stars in pieces of sapphire crisp and clean dancing across the skies remembering the love, alive a fire on the inside melancholic verses, visions epiphanies in sighs caressing the timeless notes prayers on holy rhythms blending with purple symphonies, revealing to the spirit sweet intimacy bold as the moon, who sees everything and still shines in spite of...

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what's this insanity we're living in a nightmare that can't be true i'm dreaming ~ it just can't be why the chaos why the hate can't we just shake hands make peace and get along i tell myself that reason will prevail but as each day rolls by the rift gets deeper the tally is horrendous and leaves me breathless i wonder how bad it has to get before it...

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the gossip goes that the lad O'Shea stands accused of mischief and horseplay worse ~ caught righthanded at the town café looking for a quick and easy payday now he's laying low in some forsaken hideaway waiting to make a swift getaway trying his best to outrun judgment day in his best friend's brand new Chevrolet AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 23,...

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As the day bade its circadian farewell, the fleeing sun Pulled its last glow from weary war-worn trees. On distant plains, vacant honeycombs no longer buzz With the songs of industrious bees:- The thunder of exploding weapons rains down dreaded...

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He scratched your back, now he needs bail; It’s payback time cause he’s in jail. This pest has tagged your buttonhole. A cause for worry, you poor soul. Of course, he needs money, bold cash; and you fear potential backlash. One-time friend? Consider pest control; some cause for worry, you poor soul. He ‘knows’ you’ll help him, good buddy. TV news reports quick...

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