Teresa Dearing

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

Teresa Dearing Poems

41. A Way Out West 12/29/2008
42. Wally-World Dt's 7/7/2008
43. Who's Right 9/12/2008
44. Innocence Lost 10/1/2008
45. Shadow Boxes 10/3/2008
46. The Romance Of Winter 1/12/2009
47. Humanity Lost 1/14/2009
48. Lost Words 4/5/2009
49. Attic Ghosts 9/8/2009
50. Whisper... 9/10/2009
51. Rocks 3/9/2011
52. Subtance Of Life 3/16/2011
53. Mothers And Fathers Asleep At The Wheel 12/14/2007
54. Hurricane's Coming 4/17/2008
55. Ex- Fashion Diva~what Happens After The Show 4/4/2009
56. The Cruel Winds Of Winter 11/12/2009
57. Forever In God's Care, Shells....Of Love 9/12/2008
58. Windows To The Soul 3/29/2008
59. Snow Bound 4/19/2008
60. Lost Little Sheep 6/27/2008
61. Love For All Seasons 4/8/2008
62. Cajun Porch 11/2/2007
63. Thoughts On Love 7/8/2008
64. Love Found 10/31/2008
65. January’s Sad Refrain 4/19/2008
66. Golden Days 6/29/2008
67. The Woods 3/31/2009
68. Money And Happiness 1/5/2009
69. When The Wind Blows Free 5/5/2008
70. Summer Memories 9/1/2006
71. My Girl 4/17/2008
72. Hallowed Hills 11/2/2007

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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

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

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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