Poems about Fear
#fear
Poems about fear, here you'll find poetry about struggling to overcome fear. Poems about what scares us, and how we confront those fears. A range of poems about all aspects of fear, from being completely overwhelmed by irrational fears, to growing and learning by facing our deepest, darkest fears.
the_good_guy
Ntombikayise
Ntombikayise
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:58am
Yesterday 11:58am
I watch him everyday
I watch him everyday. My life depends on it. I know his movements in and out. Well, at least i think i do. I have to. How he breathes. Which side he likes to sleep on when he's pretending to sleep. I know him more than i know my own wife.
We've been together for 6 years my wife and I. I've only met him twice before now. I've known him for exactly 7 days in total. You would'nt know it when i begin to describe him. He watches me too. Probably knows as much about me as i do about him. And he knows I know.
We are stuck in this perpetual dance. Attempt after attempt....
We've been together for 6 years my wife and I. I've only met him twice before now. I've known him for exactly 7 days in total. You would'nt know it when i begin to describe him. He watches me too. Probably knows as much about me as i do about him. And he knows I know.
We are stuck in this perpetual dance. Attempt after attempt....
#anxiety
#dark
#confusion
#denial
#fear
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
15th Apr 2021 8:31pm
15th Apr 2021 8:31pm
Grond
Grond!
The Hammer of the Underworld
That had sought to fell
the Ñoldor's High King
And rent great holes in the world.
Grond!
The weapon welded of the Dark Lord
The great Warhammer
to break the earth apart
When he chose to battle abroad
Grond!
The Ram to break the gate of man
To bring the fall and
ruin of Minas Tirith
As befit Sauron's great plan.
Grond!
An engine to herald the fall
Drawn by beasts and orcs
and swung by mountain trolls
Heralding doom to one and all.
Grond!
The Hammer of the Underworld
That had sought to fell
the Ñoldor's High King
And rent great holes in the world.
Grond!
The weapon welded of the Dark Lord
The great Warhammer
to break the earth apart
When he chose to battle abroad
Grond!
The Ram to break the gate of man
To bring the fall and
ruin of Minas Tirith
As befit Sauron's great plan.
Grond!
An engine to herald the fall
Drawn by beasts and orcs
and swung by mountain trolls
Heralding doom to one and all.
Grond!
#war
#fear
#NaPoWriMo2021
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A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
13th Apr 2021 4:35am
13th Apr 2021 4:35am
What I Can't See
Bang goes the body falling to the floor.
Clatter goes the trash scattered down the hall.
Bark goes the dog in distress of a terrible scene.
Ding goes the phone calling the authorities.
Clatter goes the trash scattered down the hall.
Bark goes the dog in distress of a terrible scene.
Ding goes the phone calling the authorities.
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#fear
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Academic
Poem Published
12th Apr 2021 11:19am
12th Apr 2021 11:19am
Yet you Sara Vine married Graeme Andrew Logan - biologically and egregiously a most toxic bastard!
By Stanley Collymore
Philip Mountbatten classified
among your sick and clearly
brownnosing enumeration
of real men? The slut who
you essentially are Sara Vine - you
obviously would be hard-pressed
to recognize a genuine, real man
if such a person - unfortunately
and haplessly so inadvertently
landed on top of, your eagerly
sprawled opened fanny! Very
seriously, take a hard look at
who you really did marry. A
prime Scottish git and too a
rabid, delusional, fantasist.
Instantaneously,...
Philip Mountbatten classified
among your sick and clearly
brownnosing enumeration
of real men? The slut who
you essentially are Sara Vine - you
obviously would be hard-pressed
to recognize a genuine, real man
if such a person - unfortunately
and haplessly so inadvertently
landed on top of, your eagerly
sprawled opened fanny! Very
seriously, take a hard look at
who you really did marry. A
prime Scottish git and too a
rabid, delusional, fantasist.
Instantaneously,...
#hate
#denial
#fear
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adagio
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 6:42pm
10th Apr 2021 6:42pm
Through The Gramophone
Listening to the dark
bitterness to my taste
all alone...
in my mind's wilderness
as it gets louder
beneath my pillow
so deep in my sleep...
now drowning in sorrows
pulling down the shades
of nevermore...
echoing through the Gramophone
listening to the dark...
bitterness to my taste
all alone...
in my mind's wilderness
as it gets louder
beneath my pillow
so deep in my sleep...
now drowning in sorrows
pulling down the shades
of nevermore...
echoing through the Gramophone
listening to the dark...
#dark
#insomnia
#denial #fear
#denial #fear
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Eerie
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 11:28pm
9th Apr 2021 11:28pm
Fear Rises
Pasty, red-nosed
man creeps into the back door: muffled surprise.
This tiny box suffocates: limbs bent in unnatural ways,
eyes, hot marbles rolling under eyelids.
Fear rises.
Spiders scurry along arterial
corridors, fluttering beneath skin.
What are they running from?
Sudden weightlessness,
molecules collide: lungs fill.
Brilliant flash—
Panic recedes.
man creeps into the back door: muffled surprise.
This tiny box suffocates: limbs bent in unnatural ways,
eyes, hot marbles rolling under eyelids.
Fear rises.
Spiders scurry along arterial
corridors, fluttering beneath skin.
What are they running from?
Sudden weightlessness,
molecules collide: lungs fill.
Brilliant flash—
Panic recedes.
#fear
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Academic
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 7:45pm
9th Apr 2021 7:45pm
Philip Mountbatten kicks the bucket - finally?
By Stanley Collymore
Did the Philip Mountbatten
stand-in having watched
the compelling and Oh
so explicitly elucidative testimony
explanation by the clearly world
renowned Doctor Martin Tolbin
of the distincly sadistic, and so
callous, murder of the African
American, George Floyd, by
a white cop: Derek Chauvin
activate a transformatively
moral re-assessment of a
crucial, reorganisation in
a structurally apt, Philip
Mountbatten stand-in;
or discipherably rather ...
Did the Philip Mountbatten
stand-in having watched
the compelling and Oh
so explicitly elucidative testimony
explanation by the clearly world
renowned Doctor Martin Tolbin
of the distincly sadistic, and so
callous, murder of the African
American, George Floyd, by
a white cop: Derek Chauvin
activate a transformatively
moral re-assessment of a
crucial, reorganisation in
a structurally apt, Philip
Mountbatten stand-in;
or discipherably rather ...
#hate
#dark
#denial #fear
#denial #fear
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adagio
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 6:02pm
9th Apr 2021 6:02pm
Night Of The Jugular
A thousand years or more
sweet to the tongue
the jugular...
silencing the lutes
of the nightingales
as another shadow passes...
upon the stairs
but no one is there
just quotes...
a lame poet am I
hairy and horrid
eyes hollow of madness...
sweet to the tongue
the jugular...
silencing the lutes
of the nightingales
as another shadow passes...
upon the stairs
but no one is there
just quotes...
a lame poet am I
hairy and horrid
eyes hollow of madness...
#anger
#loneliness
#dark #fear
#dark #fear
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BeginningPoet
James B.P.
James B.P.
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 3:31am
8th Apr 2021 3:31am
lost
here i am
lost
drowning
in the depths
of
my own fears
alone
and lonely
my soul drifts
my eyes
blind
to any
absolution
waiting
just
out of reach
just like
there is
no one
to hold me
when i slip
lost
drowning
in the depths
of
my own fears
alone
and lonely
my soul drifts
my eyes
blind
to any
absolution
waiting
just
out of reach
just like
there is
no one
to hold me
when i slip
#sadness
#confusion
#despair
#emptiness
#fear
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6 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
6th Apr 2021 10:22pm
6th Apr 2021 10:22pm
A privileged hereditary and entitled slut with a Cross she freely bore having the Bowles to lecture the world on Meghan!
By Stanley Collymore
Why would any honest married woman, already with a son clearly conceived within
her evidently legitimate marriage and, moreover, purportedly the offspring of her husband; and herself, known to slaperish and willingly, be indulging
in carrying on an illicitly intense, quite lascivious
plus sordid adulterous affair with a personal and official allocated bodyguard lover: an ...
Why would any honest married woman, already with a son clearly conceived within
her evidently legitimate marriage and, moreover, purportedly the offspring of her husband; and herself, known to slaperish and willingly, be indulging
in carrying on an illicitly intense, quite lascivious
plus sordid adulterous affair with a personal and official allocated bodyguard lover: an ...
#jealousy
#hate
#rejection
#denial
#fear
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Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
6th Apr 2021 9:44pm
6th Apr 2021 9:44pm
A NEW BORN BABE'S SUPPLICATION
A NEW BORN BABE'S SUPPLICATION
A two day old girl raised her half closed eyes
to say a prayer of a tearful heart,
"I've seen my mother, but where is the man
whom l will call my dad to welcome me?"
Her crying mother said , "He's gone with her;
that woman took him from you and your mum.
He does not care for you, his new born babe
but cares for that young witch of charming eyes."
"My Lord l'm still too young and need dad's hands.
I curse that woman if l have the voice
that You can hear as You have special love
for those...
A two day old girl raised her half closed eyes
to say a prayer of a tearful heart,
"I've seen my mother, but where is the man
whom l will call my dad to welcome me?"
Her crying mother said , "He's gone with her;
that woman took him from you and your mum.
He does not care for you, his new born babe
but cares for that young witch of charming eyes."
"My Lord l'm still too young and need dad's hands.
I curse that woman if l have the voice
that You can hear as You have special love
for those...
#fear
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Kementic1
Poem Published
5th Apr 2021 4:46pm
5th Apr 2021 4:46pm
The Blues
Zaffre, Cyan, Ultramarine
Iris, Bondi, Cerulean
Cobalt, Indigo, Teal
Azure, Egyptian or Maya
It does not matter which name you choose
when I am felling down-I call it The Blues
Iris, Bondi, Cerulean
Cobalt, Indigo, Teal
Azure, Egyptian or Maya
It does not matter which name you choose
when I am felling down-I call it The Blues
#sadness
#loneliness
#despair
#emptiness
#fear
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