Poems About Fear Published by Members Recently Online
#fear
Pishashee
Poem Published
5th Oct 2021 7:51pm
5th Oct 2021 7:51pm
John Barleycorn
I saw him sitting there like that,
emotions drawn all over
his once efficient heart;
it wasn't really his fault.
He was looking lost.
Like a Cadillac with its rear
fender dented & bent,
pulled to a shoulder parking spot,
I saw him sitting there
drinking gasoline, lonely &
waiting to be filled-up,
and I knew that he felt a whole lot.
emotions drawn all over
his once efficient heart;
it wasn't really his fault.
He was looking lost.
Like a Cadillac with its rear
fender dented & bent,
pulled to a shoulder parking spot,
I saw him sitting there
drinking gasoline, lonely &
waiting to be filled-up,
and I knew that he felt a whole lot.
#heartbroken
#disappointment
#emptiness #fear
#emptiness #fear
372 reads
5 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
5th Oct 2021 7:51pm
5th Oct 2021 7:51pm
John Barleycorn
I saw him sitting there like that,
emotions drawn all over
his once efficient heart;
it wasn't really his fault.
He was looking lost.
Like a Cadillac with its rear
fender dented & bent,
pulled to a shoulder parking spot,
I saw him sitting there
drinking gasoline, lonely &
waiting to be filled-up,
and I knew that he felt a whole lot.
emotions drawn all over
his once efficient heart;
it wasn't really his fault.
He was looking lost.
Like a Cadillac with its rear
fender dented & bent,
pulled to a shoulder parking spot,
I saw him sitting there
drinking gasoline, lonely &
waiting to be filled-up,
and I knew that he felt a whole lot.
#heartbroken
#disappointment
#emptiness #fear
#emptiness #fear
372 reads
5 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
Tell It To The Bees
When I was eight, a bee stung my face.
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
#illness
#bees
#disability
#StreamOfConsciousness
#fear
269 reads
17 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
Tell It To The Bees
When I was eight, a bee stung my face.
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
#illness
#bees
#disability
#StreamOfConsciousness
#fear
269 reads
17 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
Tell It To The Bees
When I was eight, a bee stung my face.
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
#illness
#bees
#disability
#StreamOfConsciousness
#fear
269 reads
17 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
Tell It To The Bees
When I was eight, a bee stung my face.
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
#illness
#bees
#disability
#StreamOfConsciousness
#fear
269 reads
17 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
Tell It To The Bees
When I was eight, a bee stung my face.
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
#illness
#bees
#disability
#StreamOfConsciousness
#fear
269 reads
17 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 7:02am
14th Jan 2025 7:02am
5 effs
Fear
Demands a response
Fight
Flight
Freeze
Or
Fuck it.
Demands a response
Fight
Flight
Freeze
Or
Fuck it.
#fear
50 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 8:05am
26th Jun 2024 8:05am
Rehab diaries #3
#abuse
#confessional
#fear
#memories
#MeToo
97 reads
6 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 8:05am
26th Jun 2024 8:05am
Rehab diaries #3
#abuse
#confessional
#fear
#memories
#MeToo
97 reads
6 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 8:05am
26th Jun 2024 8:05am
Rehab diaries #3
#abuse
#confessional
#fear
#memories
#MeToo
97 reads
6 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 8:05am
26th Jun 2024 8:05am
Rehab diaries #3
#abuse
#confessional
#fear
#memories
#MeToo
97 reads
6 Comments
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