Teresa Dearing

Rookie (From the beginning / Some where over the rain bow)

Teresa Dearing Poems

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

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  • Al Manacial (12/25/2014 11:16:00 AM)

    (From the beginning / Some where over the rain bow, USA) ~ I like it

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Best Poem of Teresa Dearing

Summer Memories

Hot pavement burns the feet,
Cool green grass what a treat.

Sand stuck between the toes,
Sun burnt skin on the nose.

Cotton clouds floating by,
Baby blue paints the sky.

Kids running out to play,
School is out, happy day.

Summer smells fill the air,
As we play with out care.

Waiting lines, ice cream stands,
Young and old are the fans.

All nature’s running high,
Summers breeze brush the sky.

Pools and waves cool the skin,
What a day for a friend.

Tired, sleepy children cry,
Once more, they want to ...

Read the full of Summer Memories

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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