Best Dread Poems
Shrill whistle blew as we crossed over the wire
Charged at the Germans who opened fire
Those who had run up ahead
Fell first; now lay dead,
I felt fear,
Dread,
Death was near,
Puddles had turned red,
Run zig zag, my friend had said,
Numb my mind Lord, it's all I desire
Shrill whistle blew as we crossed over the wire.
Written 16th July 2020
For Anderee Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May.
I went to visit Farmer Fred
Found him out in his wood shed
He was splitting up some oak
As I approached, he paused and spoke
“When I was young, I served my country and was willing to give my life for what I believed this country stood for.”
“Today I’d give my life to protect my family from what this country has become.”
I looked at Fred a bit askance
And he could see at a glance
That he should explain his new stance
‘We will bury you’ is coming to fruition.”
“Our country is becoming the very thing I fought against.”
“Pravda had nothing on the propagandist news in our nation.”
“Give it any name or label you will, government control over people has failed “the people” throughout human history.”
“I do not hold that government is evil, rather power which is corrupting and evil.”
“It has always been about power over others.”
“Kings, Emperors, Chancellors, Prime Ministers, and Presidents all abuse it.”
“Using government power to control others by controlling their means of earning and amassing wealth.”
“Feudalism, Socialism, Communism, Fascism, all place government at the top and make all people beholden to government.”
“Free market capitalism was the only exception.”
“Some played it better than others and acquired more wealth and wealth is power.”
“Thus, the role of government should be to check that power by ensuring the playing field and rules were applied equally.”
“All men are created equal, not all outcomes should be equal.”
I hold my hand up
Fred paused quite abrupt
With a pained look like please don’t interrupt
“I will simply say, we are no longer ‘The land of the free and home of the brave’ rather the land of the aggrieved and home of the knave.”
This was all he had to say
Fred dropped his ax and walked away
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Poe's Diary Page 7 (The Hand of Dread)
Postby Whiskurz » February 11th, 2013, 1:25 am
Awakened by the hand of dread
An apprentice to the night
She pulls me from my chamber bed
And forces me to write
My mind still captive to my sleep
I do not understand
Clutching my quill, my fingers weep
It does not know my hand
A whisper slowly fills my soul
My quill now feels at ease
For I'm no longer in control
I write from my disease
Infected words now fill my quill
To spread a rancid lie
My paper silent and feeling ill
As pieces of it die
Dread no longer holds me tight
As her icy fingers release
She disappears into the night
And hands me back my peace
“Fear whispers worry into your ear, anxiety into your hopes and doubt into your faith… Love whispers hope and peace” – by poet
With a brain washed pale
By voices thundering
Silent screams echoing through me
Clearing away the debris
Of disappointment and disillusionment
My mind darkened on a clear night
No stars twinkled through my thoughts
And the blaze of my heart
Was smothered beneath the darkness
That was like a consuming fire
Shooting flames through my mind
Resonating fear and doubt
Clouding my soul with black suspicion
Breaking away all the hope and faith
Pouring disgust through my veins
Marking the way for desolation
Despair and waves of guilt
That sauntered across my emotions
Coloring me in hues of gray
Bipolar disorder screamed
Beneath a mask of whispers
And I cried – tears of desperation
Tears that flowed out of me
Relentless, unceasingly
And I prayed for peace
That only God could bring to me
Philippians 4:7 (King James Version) And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
March 23, 2021
When I’m sinful, as I am by nature…
Forget my wisdom and gossip or darken
My heart with hues of dread or desperation
Feelings felt by a heart who is disrespectful
One who knows they’re not following directions!
When I’m errant, as I have been know to be…
Following my nature instead of grace or peace
Heaven knows I feel as if I’ve fallen from grace
And that I have no chance of entering heaven’s gates
Or knowing the warm touch of my Father’s ways!
When I’m wicked, as I know that I can be…
Darkening the light that God’s glory always gives
Sighing with discontent, silencing my joy and faith
Reaching out toward the evil instead of the virtuous
There comes a shadow falling over my hopefulness
When I’m corrupt, as I would like to forget to be…
Risking my love on worries, fear and trepidation
Yearning for a chance to take back those things I did
The ones that taught me a lesson, but made me feel…
Like I was someone deserving of God’s rejection!
When I’m evil, as I am by my very nature…
I find my heart receding from the light that He gives me
Eclipsed by apprehension, trouble and darkest agonies
Yearning for the chance to get back to my best again
And give Him my sincere love - affection… praising eternally!
When I’m obnoxious, disgusting or unpleasant….
I know He still listens, despite my iniquity
He whispers…. “Child, you need my blessing”
“Please listen… follow my directions - please”
“Love, love, love… is the answer”… His wonderous correction!
BELIEVE!
FROM OUT OF THIS EARTH, IN EVERY GENERATION
MUST ARISE A MIGHTY PROPHET...
SO DON'T YOU HAVE NO FEAR, YOU HAVE DONE YOUR SHARE, YOU ARE THE HONOURABLE
NATTY DREAD.
YOU BROUGHT US OUT FROM IGNORANCE,
AND FOR THIS WE WILL THANK YOU HONESTLY.
ALTHOUGH WE KNOW THAT IT WAS WRITTEN IN THE BIBLE THAT MANY WOULD BE
CALLED,BUT ONLY FEW OF THEM WOULD BE CHOOSEN.
ROBERT NESTA MARLEY, HE LIVED HIS LIFE FOR WE.
AND NOW WE HAVE GROWN, WE ARE THE SEEDS HE HAS SHOW, TILLED BY HIS IMPERIAL
MAGESTY.
OH BROTHER BOB YOU WERE ONE.
YOU WORKED FROM DAWN TILL DAWN.
NOW IN THE PHYSICAL YOU HAVWE GONE, BUT IN THE SPIRIT YOU WILL CARRY ON,
THE WORKS OF MARCUS GARVEY.(CHORUS)
NOW BOB ARISE,
OPEN THY EYES.
BECAUSE WE WANT YOU TO KNOW, I 'n' I HAVE DISCOVERED YOUR FOE,
TRAMPLED BENEATH THY FEET.
SO IF YOUR TRODDING IN A STREET,
OR IN A HIGH MOUNTAIN.
DON'T YOU HAVE NO SHAME,
REGGAE MUSIC HAS BROUGHT YOU FAME,
YOU ARE THE HONOURABLE NATTY DREAD.
(C)1982, 1996, 2006 ALBERT WILLIAMS
Oh, my gosh, I’m freaking and feel such dread.
What the hay is this nonsense on my head?
I can’t go to work, can't enter the office!
I will be seen, visible to peers and bosses,
be the fool who provided entertainment gossip.
God, please, send help, I am stress-nauseous.
I do not care about appearing faultless,
but I'd rather errantly tuck a dress in my hose
and walk through the office cluelessly exposed
than have everyone think this is what I choose.
I wonder if I should call in with a case of ugly,
hire someone to gently, but effectively mug me?
Perhaps I'll get pulled and cuffed on the roadside
for publicly exposing the ugliest hair ever dyed.
Shame a wig class wasn't at business school:
"How to Avoid Looking Like the Office Fool."
I look like a horrified, horror movie hostess.
Even my own mirror is refusing to focus.
Here I am, paler than even fresh new snow,
with midnight black hair grooving to and fro.
My very first dye and, oh my, I could just die!
Box said ‘brown’, now I'm so down, I might cry.
Universe, please – send a natural disaster,
nothing fatal, it's just one repair day I’m after.
Stardust smiling and bright beguiling
Rainclouds rebelling and sprinklings surprising
Misty mountains and full fountains
Darkening dreams and sentimental streams
Moonlight mourns and wanly warns
Faded feelings and dreadful dealings
November nights waltz into Winter
Alliterisen - 7 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
October 30, 2021
Silence swarming with noise
Sounds blasting, like a war
Penetrating proof of the clamorous
Blare, blaze, flaming craze
Hues of doubt pouring out on the calm
Darkness sinking into the heart
Hushing the sigh, the breath, rhythmic
Beating of a song, like the tear
Sliding helplessly along the cheekbone
This is the silence, the dread
Grief that complements the death
One who has gone on to the eternal
Without the hope that comes to those
Who know the love of a Savior…
Grace that brings peace in abundance
Promising of a hereafter who is perfect
Soaring with light, love, laughter… calm
That fills the spirit with joy – forever
Eternally silencing the doubt, the fear
The darkness that is so overpowering
For the heart who doesn’t feel His breath
Pouring out tenderness, warmth, hope
On the spirit who glows with His brilliance
Love that is pure, flawless, complete…
Breathe deeply the wonder of Jesus, the King!
THE MONSTER YOU DREAD
i can’t handle rejection,
the unhug of perfection.
a piercing scream of perplexion —
my complexion streaked
grouted and piqued.
i backhanded you by
closing the splintered door,
vainglorious to the core —
now you can’t see the open sore.
you never uncovered, never looked,
never came to find me, i’m overlooked.
hiding beneath the bed, i’m the monster
you dread — tear-salted tongue, the martyr
with claws tearing at my skin - my fear
that she sips her coffee carelessly - oh dear...
the suicidal stripes down my cheeks sear
as my mother wanders through her year.
if only a look, a hug, a kind word spoken
to me would tear me from this sea forsaken —
this torrent, harangue of waves, haplessly
dashing, against heart and soul. if only a creak,
a scintilla of light would peek into
my claustrophobic space, saving me from me.
but i, only i...must resolve, unhinge the lock,
step out and see the clearing of the crock...
all alone on my private island - its unsecured dock.
i pretend it never mattered but carry the doom
within my flesh, my invisible childhood looms.
ready at turn to rear its misshapen head, its claws
digging into a buried past — all my flaws...
jealousy pops up in the middle of my joy
i stomp the frenetic beast, clawing its face.
i refuse to be that monster, that disgrace!
6/14/2019
Move me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Stardust lay o'ver demon who had lost a gleeman
Shadowy as nightfall, haunted like vile downfall
There are fears – there is fear
That darkens my dreams, erases my belief
Fills me with dread, doubt, despair
Fear this strong colors my whole world
In a dusk that dims my warmest thoughts
With a chill that feels like the winter snow
There are fears that I face some days
Fears of the silence, the solitude
Will I be lonely? Will I feel the fading dismay
Anxiety that reflects all the murky waters
A hush that reminds me I have no place to go
No one who really knows… my heart and soul
But, He is there – amid the fear
Brightening my thoughts, reassuring my heart
Encouraging my faith and freeing me from dread
He is always there – In the stillness,
In the calm – where I sometimes find a prayer
That needs to be spoken, breaking the quiet
With sincerity – belief – a dream
That He will answer my prayers with His mercy
Comfort my worry with His grace
There are fears that haunt all my best
Give me chills of wintery doubt,
Yet, He is there – a breath of inspiration
Promising me love amid the dread
Promising me hope to bring me out of doubt
Promising me His gift of unending compassion
Promising me a faith that will always believe
He is the answer to every fear, each need
He is the whisper of serenity and sincerity
He is the reason I never have to feel uncertain
He makes a way where no way has ever been
He guides my steps when I feel so very unsteady
And He is the One I will always praise…
Thank God for His amazing ways!
Isaiah 41:10 (KJV) Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.
Night of Dread
“Halloween” night – “descending” “gloom” –
Lost in a forest of “living” “silhouettes”
Tangled branches obscure the skies
In veils of opaque ebony blackness
As phantoms of thick “dread”
Rise
From “open” crypts of “darkness”
Where “walking” echoes chant elegies of doom
And set a pounding heartbeat’s panic
As “creepy” creeping ghostly fingers
Graze the naked neck
To claw at crushed leaves
That snap like brittle bones
Under panicked feet
Looking –
Frantic searching -
For escape from this twisted labyrinth
Of screaming angst,
Where prowling wraiths with cold lips of frenzy
And souls lost to the daylight
Breathe from exile, musty breaths
In fogs on vanishing paths of vertigo
And torpid lethargy
Until ascendent midnight
Lifts up this vale of fainting frights with moonlight,
Shadows glinting through bare boughs,
For All Hallows Night.
10-25-22
Contest: Halloween 14-30 Lines - 27 Lines
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Use ten words as written: creepy, descending, silhouettes, gloom, darkness, living, open, walking, Halloween, dread.
Chosen words italicized.
He taunted me with hope
When there was no hope for us.
We were past, the past
Gone from today and tomorrow,
Boldy planted in the memories who haunted
Me like summer haunts the autumn
Or sunshine haunts the rain’s relentless falling
He taunted me with the chance
When there wasn’t a chance in this world.
We were the dearly departed, without
Being morbid, - we were the dead, the emptiness
Drove its soundless nail into our coffin,
A coffin of hopes and dreams and prayers –
And, oh yes – more memories than I could pronounce,
Memories that were devoted to making me sound out
The P A S T - the passing of the PAST
He taunted me with blood bought and blood sought
Feelings, those that crave the attention of light,
Soft and gentle, feeding the hopes with faith, even though
There is no chance… the betrayal is complete, it’s over
He taunted me with life but I could not breathe!
It was torturous… the fading of light in the eyes,
The familiar hope, unsatisfied… forever words meeting
With forever doubt, forever gone, forever numb
Emptied of the past, I fell beneath the surface of a ending
Where I could only remember the beginning…
Mocking the dead, I lie stiff in my casket of pain
Worried without worrying, remembering without remembering
Shedding all my dreams into faded colors of ebony,
Everything changed to gray and I finally could see the truth
In him, there in his eyes, I could only see a glimpse of me,
The me who had believed and the me who could now see…
In the past, that is where we would forever agree to disagree
Lavender hues embrace my thoughts
Bathed in silence, dipped in love
Like a persuasive caress, urgent for
The breathless passion that entices
Burning away all the grief and despair
Through a million years, tears so dark
Penetrating, piercing, pricking my heart
With a lost word, a lost hope, a lost dream
Endless lessons built on hopelessness
Colored in waves of melancholic dread
My heart has felt the pangs of regret
And it has also felt the music of acceptance
I’ve known what it means to let go of love
Also what it is to let go of the pain and fear
Someday I’ll know what it is to let go of breath
As long as I live, I’ll find ways to give
From the depths of my soul.. joy, peace and hope
Love that keeps giving from the innermost soul
Where I always know that God will keep me feeling
Alive with precious mercy and grace, tears of faith
It’s only when I’m all alone and I feel His love
That I can find myself letting go of the tears
The ones I’ve held back – sometimes for years
Holding back tears isn’t as easy as one might believe
There is such release in letting go and letting God
Wipe away the tears that fall from my eyes
When I finally let go of the pain pouring down
Cheeks who have been dry with a drought from
Being unable to allow my feelings their expression
Holding back tears is the only way to know
If there could have come a day when I’d pray
For the chance to let go and allow the dam to break
Spreading the feelings in falling teardrops
The ones that remind me that this pain will ease
And love will dance once again… in the melody
Of winds who whisper their joy to my spirit