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What do you fear most?

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
122awards
Joined 25th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 16069

Alzheimer's

Trapped within the room
where I am
Knowing but not knowing
where I am going
Trapped within thoughts
Inarticulated through words
having thousands of opinions
just bubbling beneath but no vents
Trapped within memories
so sweet and tender
memories that tear one's heart asunder
Never knowing which one comes before the other
Spirit trapped within a cowl
With full knowledge of then and now
But waiting for decay to kill the prison
Once loved and cherish as a vessel of the soul
And that is my fear
Although the years may be far yet
Until such that this disquiet
fill up my days
The fear is there
and there is fear

dankkaxle
Lost Thinker
United States
Joined 23rd Dec 2011
Forum Posts: 15

Realized how alone this world is meant to be.
How whenever you need someone the most,
they pack up their bags and leave.
alone.

opheliac
Dangerous Mind
9awards
Joined 29th Aug 2009
Forum Posts: 2122

Dependency

Moonlit eyes, vernal touch
and a golden embrace.
I slowly grow dependent
upon the things I
can never have.

drone
Tyrant of Words
Greece 10awards
Joined 3rd Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2252

the silent screaming
of my despair
echoing in my mind
as common sense
slowly climbs
from my subconscious side

Jestalessa
Dangerous Mind
Scotland 35awards
Joined 27th July 2010
Forum Posts: 2329

i fear most an end to life before death lifts it all away
missed chances, frothing hopes never ridden to the sand
only disappointments
left alive for loved ones to dress
in face paint lies and pantomime frocks -
inaction of the irresolute
being laid upon the grieving

and dammit, i don't want to miss the view
crayon box colours
always streaming from their inspirations,
slithering through these holographic planes
we've named the third dimension
i fear calling myself to a sense of peace
so leaving the sun to rise and fall
without me

is okay

my fears
today
are emptiness and apathy

mbass33
matthew bass
Fire of Insight
Honduras 7awards
Joined 22nd Nov 2010
Forum Posts: 334

After the bottomless fall
will I be to frail
to get up again?

My stories,
will they be jokes
about an old man?

Will I be
a conversation
with myself?

skinnyjean
Llamaliscious
Thought Provoker
New Zealand 6awards
Joined 23rd May 2010
Forum Posts: 311

Heavy burdon


My life is a vice connected
To a string on the mantle, strung up against the bracket;
Where the mirror once was held.
It dangles, but as doors slam
IT shudders weakening the string where
The tension builds up
Don't want it to tether
And drop through the floor boards
For it would pull this whole coven down
Wall by wall
With only the doorways intact
Being destroyed but not only hurting itself
I'd wish to be anything/one else
That vice that is me
I dangle by a string
I think that goes to say I've a fear of falling
And bad metaphors :O

Pravus
Thought Provoker
United States 7awards
Joined 5th Oct 2011
Forum Posts: 206

how many are we allowed? and are we allowed reposts?

Pravus
Thought Provoker
United States 7awards
Joined 5th Oct 2011
Forum Posts: 206

-I Fear Death-
darkness, pure freezing darkness
this cold burns
i dont know where i am
i cant see, smell, hear, or taste
all i feel is the bench rocking
my hearing starts to return
i hear waves lapping at the hull, the baying of hounds in the distance
i hear the tortured screams of those in the feilds of punishment
i begin to smell, its burning flesh and sulfur
i still have no taste
all i see is a dark shoreline
in the distance i see a dark castle with purple fires
...
in the back of the boat is Anubus
the ferryman of the dead
his laughter is two bones smacking together
it makes me nauseous
as i enter the feilds of asphodel i am snatched into the air
and taken to the castle
i am required to meet Osiris, the god of death
but i am fearful
i am fearful of Death

poet Anonymous

fools and more fools, afraid of death, that sloppy bogeyman

I am afraid of a weakened mind
and of civil unrest;
war and famine touching home
cruelties to the living

death is nothing
how you'll die
far more important

quick
fast
asleep

I knew a man once
drove drunk into a ditch
had eels chew his legs off
all night
and lived

trust me
during that night
he wanted to die

prayed for it

fools fear death
yet it is only
unsensing sleep
oblivion

easy

I have died several times
brought back on the table
or in the ambulance
feeling worse for wear
from the dying
not the death

harden up

and quit bitching

ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom 28awards
Joined 10th Oct 2010
Forum Posts: 1347

Faces in the curtains

Night time's a difficult one for me,
well, darkness in general to be quite honest with you.
I like it when everything is peaceful and faces don't appear
in the shadows of a table or curtain or door frame.
They always linger and force me toward dreaming.
I hate nightmares,
believe me,
you haven't seen a nightmare until you've lived
inside my leg or chest or head
for a time.
Just please don't be a face in the curtain,
you know I really don't like those.

Splint
Lost Thinker
United Kingdom
Joined 29th Dec 2011
Forum Posts: 38

Morning sunshine

What I fear is fear itself,
Unknown land, or far off sea,
A spider sitting on the shelf,
These things are fear to me,
Fear is in all I do,
Afraid of failure,
Afraid for you,
Afraid of your grandeur,
Afraid of dying in my sleep,
Afraid of crying all alone,
Afraid of taking that final leap,
Afraid of answering my Fkn phone,
Afraid to step outside today,
Afraid of all the things they say,
Afraid, afraid, afraid,
I'm afraid of afraid,
Its ruling all I do,
Most of all my sweet little love,
I'm afraid of losing you.

mbass33
matthew bass
Fire of Insight
Honduras 7awards
Joined 22nd Nov 2010
Forum Posts: 334




Broken


Darkness doesn´t scare me;
isolation does.
The cold wind
blowing soft needles
between the thinning threads
of an unwashed blue hoodie does.

Prosperity is sickness.
Courtesy is blind
on an evening stroll
through urban-planned beauty,
and you are broken
like me.


Torture:
       is the way you put faith
       in something that will never
       love you back.

       is the way you drool over
       the prose of half-naked half-wits
       because their juices
       dribble
       on the tip
       of your tongue.

       to wake up
       and play the same piano scales
       without ever listening
       every morning.

       to fall asleep
       in the warm bosom
       of archaic tradition
       without ever caring
       every night.

TheDreamDancer
Lost Thinker
Joined 17th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 40

To weaken

i'm afraid of loseing my mind,
only because of the sweet memories of you and i.

To one day wake up,
finding all the hate and anger i've saved up over the years,
becomeing like acid,
eating at my sanity and reason,
putting me in an endless loop of destruction,
in which i had fallen into only a year ago in time.

To hurt you and not feel the concection, not to drop down on my knees and die...

I am afraid of what you are scared of my love,
because to me you'll never die,
you'll always be mine,
but to have you taken away by these....

What i hold to my heart so dearly is the fears i hide inside

raorrick
Rachel O.
Dangerous Mind
United States 14awards
Joined 17th Nov 2011
Forum Posts: 1590

I fear dying alone

I am lying alone
I am about to die
No one is near
No one will cry

I have my regrets
I have such sorrow
No more my life
No more tomorrow

I loved you hard
I loved them deep
I wasn't enough
I wasn't to keep

About to be gone
About to decease
No chance for sorry
No chance for peace

I will die alone
I will not embrace
Your wonderful arms
Your wonderful face

You broke me down
You broke my heart
Alone I survived
Alone I depart

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