Best Dread(A) Poems

Daybreak usually greets me when it ascends each day.
Yawning, I drowsily rise from the comfort of my bed
as the horizon glows with colors in resplendent array.

Dawn announces, "The warmth of Ra is on its way!"
Soon, over land and sea, aureate beams will spread.
Daybreak usually greets...

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In my sanctuary’s hush where Poe’s tales I clasp
Into his world I plunge with a breath, a rasp.
Beneath the creaking floorboards a heart's pulse
In my mind, my mind, oh it throbs and gasps;
Suddenly then I'm the culprit in horror's vice! 
My soul enclasped.

Entombed alive in...

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Poor choices ride piggy back on lies,
holding my trembling frame against shame flaming walls . . .

A million smiles may paint the day,
but deep canyon nights hold no disguise;
a yellow smiley face veneer defies
a taunting chorus of demon jeers.

Looking eye to eye in the mirror,
my...

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Oh to the whoa, Honey, today I saw a trio of funny!
Mercy be, I saw three furry cats that all wore hats;
one was skinny and curvy, two chunky, but sturdy.
Curvy was all a-curtsy in a flat, wacked, black hat
that on top popped a nervy, lopped...

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The Future is Bright

“The future is unknown”, some cautiously say.
They therefore dread a distant day.
Instead of fearing what lies ahead
The might consider seeing that the past is dead.

A way was provided in the distant past
To ascertain that the past will not forever last.
On Calvary’s hill...

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So it begins anew
a day to dread, a day to wake up to
I'd say all I want to do is sleep, if sleep didn't terrify me
so I stay up till I faint
an opaque way to a colorless scenario
but bleak is who I am so allow...

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Fragile light, softly glowing
Sighs on the breath,
Caressing the voice of the fallen
Leaves, crumpled in the grass,
Messy, strewn like prayers,
Always fading in the shadows,
Where joy once blessed,
Now, soundless memories, regrets,
Blowing on the winds, like those leaves,
Wrinkles in the past, where life - ghostlike,
Silent as the beauty...

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THIRSTY GENTLE GIANTS

Animals dread a drought!
As do Elephants 
Who are heavier and more stout,
They need to find water fast,
Before poachers find them
And become History
Once lived, now past!
Elephants are patient with
Their young, they are slow
As their little legs
Are short and low.
Nature is harsh,
A calf could get...

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The sun rises every morning, dawning
With renewed hope and joy, peace
That promises to lift the darkness, those shadows
Who remember only the sin and sadness

The sun restores the flower, the beauty
Hidden quietly beneath the stem, reflecting
All the wonder, the enlightenment 
Found in the heart who beats...

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She was grieving inside her soul
Longing for hope to open a door
She couldn’t rest in her broken heart
Her spirit was melting from the flames
Of a sadness that penetrated her mind
Fell across her life like a shadow of night
Never allowing the wonder of His joy inside

She...

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We need help out here!
We’re now gripped with fear!
At all costs: something,
Not ‘fruitless Nothing’
By all means do so:
Right here a go-slow! 
Shaking hands to rule:
Everyone ‘ A fool’
Some in chairs Plain Dunce,
Hence I crave response;
Fatherland Nothing,
Where goes anything.

Men dread a failed growth
‘Blood of Jesus quoth…

We...

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Why has happinest abandoned me?
I know not how it feels to behold glee.
My soul yearns to be free,
Oh Lord take away this misery.

I dread a thing called tomorrow,
Because it brings much sorrow.
I want this pain to flee,
Oh Lord take away this misery.

I am nothing but...

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In the perusing of the words to capture, 

the reverential ideas that lead to the Rapture, 

the satanic animal must be a snake, to non-believer,s, burn at the stake, 

suicide bombs take me to Heaven, Twelve disciples minus Judas equals eleven, 

Popes in robes and...

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Lived a chimera in its lair
Feral cat with a dragon's flair
Spewing flames high into the air
I had to stare         I had to stare

The kind of creature born of lore
I had never seen one before
But I wanted to...

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A child at his uncle's funeral.
A man once vibrant, now cold and still.
Fear and dread, a fate for all.
"Don't want to die!" The plaintive shout.  

A loving parent's reassurance,
"You're far too young to worry." 
Life goes on, the child grows up.
College, romance, graduation.

A horrendous...

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