Teresa Dearing

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Teresa Dearing Poems

1. Autumn’s Blaze 9/17/2007
2. The Witch Of The Winter 11/2/2007
3. Southern Winter 11/2/2007
4. Rsvp To Heaven: Longing To Come, At A Later Date 3/30/2008
5. The Last Visit 3/30/2008
6. Dreams 4/8/2008
7. Beyond Infinity 5/2/2008
8. Stone Cold Heart 5/2/2008
9. Dominate Predator 5/2/2008
10. Internal Fog 5/2/2008
11. Left Nothing 5/2/2008
12. Tears For War 5/2/2008
13. Oh Cher' 5/3/2008
14. Digital Journey~ Prelude~~ Kisses 5/3/2008
15. Portrait Of Madness 5/5/2008
16. Agrarian Jeans 5/6/2008
17. Indeference 5/6/2008
18. On The Porch 5/6/2008
19. Poetry 5/6/2008
20. Strip Tease~~~~~haiku 5/6/2008
21. Vacation Dreaming 5/16/2008
22. Spring What Happened? ? ? 5/16/2008
23. My Mother 5/21/2008
24. Tides Of Woe 5/22/2008
25. Motionless 6/27/2008
26. The Wind Farm 6/27/2008
27. Digital Journey~starts After The Kisses 4/17/2008
28. Alive And Sleeping 4/17/2008
29. Son Of Desire 4/18/2008
30. Ambition 4/19/2008
31. Crying The Blues In The City That Was 4/19/2008
32. October’s Ghoulish Fun 11/2/2007
33. Sands Of Time 11/13/2007
34. The Widow 6/29/2008
35. Words 10/31/2008
36. Christmas- Remember... 12/16/2008
37. Ribons Of Darkness 12/17/2008
38. All I Want For Christmas 12/18/2008
39. Loves Games 12/18/2008
40. A Wedding Toast For The 21 Of December 12/24/2008
Best Poem of Teresa Dearing

My Girl

You did not come with nine months wait,

I did not buy the buttons and bows ‘til late,

You, my daughter came, mid your teen-age years,

And I loved you in spite of all my fears.


A short while mine, to dress, to spoil, to love,

Far too soon you flew, like a sweet, soft dove.

Now content to listen to all your hopes and fears,

Forever you are my girl in spite of all your years.


If I could have picked a daughter, she would have been you,

No mother could love a daughter, any more than I love you,



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The Witch Of The Winter

The Witch of the Winter she calls to me,
Come lay in my cool, white softness.
So lovely and pure, I will be your cure,
For all the world’s sorrow and sadness.
No struggles, no pain, you can only gain,
Come to me, escape all of this madness.
Her voice in the wind sings a sweet delight,
As she calls me to lie on her mattress.
Soft and white in the middle of the night,

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