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

Hallowed Hills

Walk softly ‘cross these hallowed hills,
Wake not the spirits of dark chills.
As night falls ‘cross these harvest fields,
Where corn and soy, gave up their yields.
Fog now sends out her drifting hand,
To touch and chill the lowly man.
Light now a shrouded silver mist,
The moon griped in its mighty fist.
For in this land the ancient sleep,
Secrets kept the mysteries deep.

Walk softly ‘cross this hallowed keep,
Lest those spirits seek your soul to reap.

Read the full of Hallowed Hills

Hallowed Hills

Walk softly ‘cross these hallowed hills,
Wake not the spirits of dark chills.
As night falls ‘cross these harvest fields,
Where corn and soy, gave up their yields.
Fog now sends out her drifting hand,
To touch and chill the lowly man.
Light now a shrouded silver mist,
The moon griped in its mighty fist.
For in this land the ancient sleep,

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