Best Afraid Poems
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POTD 11-25-17
Teacher said my decisions needed consequences.
I have to write a million gazillion sorry sentences.
Billy was stupid to tease me, call my family poor.
I had to kick Billy so he wouldn’t say it more.
Just like Dad does, I laughed when he hit the floor.
Dad would say I was strong, teach says I was wrong.
I don’t understand any grown up stuff.
They don’t act the same way enough,
or Dad is right; I’m so stupid, I can’t keep up.
I’m trying so hard to stop my eyes.
Things always get more worse when I cry.
Even when I’m quiet and being haved
my tummy hurts cause it feels afraid.
Everyone’s at recess, but cause I made an upset,
Teach said there’d be no play time for me yet.
I don’t know what she means by classroom policy,
but it seems like a plan you grow up and forget.
There’s no sorry policy in my family.
Dad never 'pologizes when he kicks me.
The day goes --
but I do not
The west wind blows
and I am still
I'm free to fly
but I just watch
Thoughts of why
I know not
Afraid to be ---
in a world so rough
Afraid for you
is faith enough
A soul at peace
in world at war
Life drifts with ease
but what's in store
The sun will set
then we'll see
A time for rest --
for you and me
On the day the Lord calls me home I will not be
afraid as I know He loves us one and all and to this
earth we are only on loan
We have spent all our lives here with family and
friends and so we leave this earth to go home to be
with our Lord and our family and friends who have
gone home to Heaven before us
And so our lives go full circle as the Lord sent us
down from Heaven to accomplish the things He wants
us to do here on earth and as we complete this we will
be called back home to heaven to live forevermore
I am not afraid as I patiently wait for my call to
enter the Kingdom Of Heaven where I will wait for my
family and friends to come home and be with our Lord
forevermore.
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Oh, why must you of love be so afraid?
To hide behind the wall of broken dream
For once your love was callously betrayed
And now you will not bathe in passion’s stream
I wait for time with truth to curse that lie
That faithfulness illusive must remain
You think, unloved, that LOVE to you must die
And so you close your heart and nurse the pain
Lie silent, love, and let me soothe your soul
You’re battle weary, made to feel like steel
Succumb to me and give to me control
My soothing touch is able hurt to heal
Unchanging is my love, a fervent fire
Condition it knows not, nor treachery
To bless you with contentment, its desire
If you but test, you’ll know its constancy
My love for you lies dormant for a time
I wait awakening of you to me
I fear you will not feel its heat: a crime
There is so much my love was meant to be
My love for you is pillow for your head
My love for you is food for famished frame
My love for you is peace on restful bed
My love for you is lust devoid of shame
Give in to me; give in to this my plea
Let down your guard and let me taste of you
My lips have longed to kiss what eyes can see
This love that fills my heart is love that’s true
Eileen Manassian
The mountains and hills shake at His tread,
"Resurrection is nigh", He calls to the dead;
The moon in the heavens grows pale at His wrath,
The sun of the morn disappears from its path.
God of the universe, maker of all,
We ask for your mercy, at your feet we do fall.
The earth's stealthy riches are exposed to your sight,
Nor veiled from you are man's deeds of the night;
The beasts grow timid as they bow at your feet,
And the winds of the sea at your command retreat.
Forever Your greatness over all things,
Maker of all, our King of kings.
When mountains erupt their flames to the sky,
And Lightning's forked tongue, shouts back in reply;
When the stars in the heaven died in their place,
And the malevolent man laughed in your face.
With infinite mercy your anger grew still,
Our crucified Lord on Golgotha's hill.
Yet you forgive all, dear Father above,
And we owe all for your infinite love;
The hands pierced with nails you give for our aid,
You speak through your word to be not afraid.
You are able to comfort whenever we call,
For you there is nothing too great or too small;
Always you hear when we kneel down to pray,
Precious redeemer, help us find our way.
Life spins out of control…
today I slip into oblivion, floating without roots
over the sun, slowly turning from all I can see,
spinning against the wind, against the earth.
When do I fall?
I should be enjoying the ride.
I’ve always been afraid to fly…
afraid of what’s below and all the spaces between –
maybe afraid of me.
How old will I be when the spinning stops?
I’m getting dizzy, feeling faint…
Minute by minute, I count down – 10, 9, 8…
I’m surely not alone!
Words ground me…yes, I’ll write a poem.
Every letter’s like a hum in my head –
notes in a never ending song.
I’ll write a poem for you and only you.
A poem you’ll never read
because you think you know me.
You think you know my song.
Perhaps, if you took the time to really read,
you’d find a little piece of me…carry it in your pocket
like a treasure to behold.
I’m spinning out of control…you don’t know, you don’t see.
Only God knows why…help me God enjoy the ride.
When I think of the things I'm afraid of,
All of my fears and worries flood my head,
Their screams steal my focus from things above,
Some mornings I cannot get out of bed,
Panicking as I look for a way out,
Acting confident as I go about,
Nobody ever knows I'm so afraid,
Sometimes I feel as though I'm worry's maid,
Then I listen, and He says, "Do not fear",
And then He reminds me He's always near,
Every worry suddenly flied away,
My fear no longer messes with my thoughts,
All this is so because God loves me lots,
I no longer fear the things of this world.
Forever is just a state of mind
True happiness is yours to find
Reach out for life. Bathe in the stream
Don't be afraid to dream.
You will face Hell and feel distress
Emotions swell. Do not suppress
When it seems too heavy and you wonder why
Don't be afraid to cry.
Go after all you desire
In your soul, create a fire
Give all that you can give
Don't be afraid to live.
Material things will come to an end
Into the spirit we will descend
Give Glory to our God on High
Don't be afraid to die.
Don't be afraid to dream
Don't be afraid to cry
Don't be afraid to live
Don't be afraid to die.
Of all the enemies and difficulties we face in life, fear is the greatest.
Just thoughts of your sunset eyes
slowly drifting off to dreamland
excite my senses sending
soft tickles throughout my body
those ruby red lips whisper
sweet lullabies putting an
ease to my muddled mind.
tonight my heart smiles
kissing your soul as it
enters places never touched
never allowed to be touched
and I am not afraid
I am not afraid to say those words
the words I think all the time.
the world won't stop for us
and yes
I love you
Oh mother, dear mother, come make my bed,
for the sun grows tired and has lost its shine;
come bless the place where I will lay my head,
surround it with angels, all that’s divine.
~
Oh mother, dear mother, come bar the door,
count the slow clock's chime as shadows descend.
Eve's breeze is now listless, birds sings no more,
all the land lays in silence , till night ends.
~
Oh mother, dear mother, sing me to sleep,
drown the foul voice of fears infestation;
let us join strength, to one another keep,
safe here in your care, and consolation.
Dear father, please protect us through the night,
save us from all harm, till dawn brings us light
*Don't Be Afraid to be Different*
~Don't be afraid to be different!
Do be afraid to be the same as
everyone else~
I have never understood this insane passion!
But I see it everywhere.
People selling out their souls and
principles like cheap underwear.
Anything. Anything to be loved and accepted.
Have you seen this insanity, too?
Just keep your true thoughts to yourself, so
you can be part of the human zoo?
What's so wrong with being you?
You.....like everyone, made by God.
I know the feeling of hush-mouth,
when I want to fully express myself.
God and politics, what's all the
commotion about?
Frankly, because there is only one
God and we were brainwashed to
think anything else.
In politics, only evil rules!
If you dare speak of success or goodness.
Well, the great sentence placed
on you, is that something is
terribly off with you?
Free speech in the USA, is but a sliver.
Mention the First Amendment,you
see people's lips quiver.
The march to watch your mouth
is absolutely full-blown.
We poets must develop the courage,
to make our words stand for freedom
and to be our very own.
Yes, you may become unpopular in this
uncomfortable process.
You have to decide whether to wear a cute
and pretty dress.
Perhaps that is all you are able?
Or don the golden robes of integrity and truth,
that are so divinely impeccable!
November 2, 2019
,A Knock at the Door,
,*This is a dark poem, but it is a true story about how I was raped by a former friend on my birthday.,
As dusk sweeps away the afternoon sun
The skies will grow gradually dark
Perhaps some glittery stars strewn about
And the moonlight’s reliable spark
For most, this cycle of day and night seems
Too mundane to evoke much alarm
However, a few who have suffered the night
Fear darkness sides nicely with harm
When trauma comes knocking, no matter how wise
A victim may open the door
For caution and innocence cannot protect
Ill-intent from a friend known before
The strength of his arms as he pushes you down
Leaving bruises on your pale, white skin
Tearing your bottoms just wide enough
To bully room for an unwelcome in
“No” floats meaningless, as do your cries
As he enters you roughly instead
Pleas fall on deaf ears as he grunts and moans
You weep and imagine you’re dead
When he’s done, you are useless, he stands
You pray now he’ll just go away
As he walks out into the darkness
One last sting when he moans, “Happy birthday.”
--Meghan C. Hutchings
Thoughts of suicide running through her head.
Feels like she’s at the edge of a cliff hanging by a thread.
Want to so badly escape the reality she faces.
Even when she’s with people she still feels outta place.
Angry. Afraid. Alone, she stood out in the cold
Wondering how did she get to be less bold?
Is this a test we all go through in life?
Coz she seems to be failing each day with strife.
Her smile and happiness seems to fade away.
She’s losing her strength each passing day.
How can she explain the feeling inside?
It’s like part of her has completely died.
She’s tired of the façade she keeps putting on.
Pretending to be happy all day long.
Deep inside she’s hurting real bad.
Anger taking control over her, she thinks she’s going mad.
Friends and family are all nearby.
But lately all she wants to do is just cry.
Feeling alone in this big world
She’s nobody special just an ordinary gal.
So Y me? She questioned in the open air.
Hoping to get an answer from up there.
But all she heard was the wind as it passed by,
She looked on down with a huge sigh.
She closed her eyes n pictured herself far away.
Escaping all her thorts to visions of a sunny day.
A place she was happy at, no worries in sight.
Just clear blue waters and beautiful sand so white.
The vision was short lived as it started to rain
But she just stood there hoping it would wash away the pain.
Falling to her knees as the rain washed her tears.
This is the story of her life each and every year......
Uncertainty has been clouding my thoughts for months now
Because you have never once
Expressed how you felt
After I blurted out those three little words.
You have yet to tell me,
Your feelings,
So I can move on.
Your jealously annoys me.
But your touch teases, yet pleases me
In ways you will never know.
Why do you do this to me?!
Is the question I would ask you.
Is it out of pure selfishness?
Or is it out of fear?
Are you afraid to tell me if you reciprocate my feelings
Because you don’t want to lose me if you don’t
Or perhaps you think I will hate you,
Or perhaps you think I will love you.
What scares you so much to put me through this?
I want to ask you all these questions
But contrarily, I am honestly afraid of the answers.
in the dark
the darkest dark
with not but stars to see
where there is nothing
more than me
in this grain of sand
my soul fly's free