Best Fearful Poems
Fading sun elaborates
Tuscan yellow tinges
As vibrancy floats
Lavender on periwinkle
Embossing clouds
In shades of amethyst
Granting scenic vision
Atop the red bridge
Suspended in perpetuity
From vermilion towers
In resplendent posture
Sounding final appeal
From the complacent sea
Echoed by morbid hills
Seducing her fragility
Prompting her to leap
Gasping last breath
Fearful and perplexed
If there's solace in death
July 5, 2018
Placed 1st in standard contest #100 by Brian Strand
NOTE:
Since its opening in 1937, estimated 1,600 people have committed suicide by jumping from the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, California.
,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
All the words and truth I spoke was cause I was trying to bring hope to you. It was never to play games. Yet, a game has started. I can see all the impossible truths from deep inside of you. That could fall like rain dropping or like the morning dew, Just coming over me and you.
You have that something about you. That something that screamed out loud to me, and will not let my mind just be. It calls out I will destroy you like your no body.
That right there intrigues me so. I have to see if it was your soul calling out to me. As I dream of far of places, or is it the universe threating me with darkness that i can not have.
For you see I am not scared of pain, I am scared of the plain, the normal everyday, the just same old same.
I want and need the wildfires burning all around and to be standing on scorched ground. Picking embers from our feet cause god damnit you ignite me. Not because of your pretty face, But because what you feel and say to me. But then at the same you only barely know my name.
My life generally goes in a certain cycle
The way it flows leaves me disposed and rotten
But not before i'm buttered up
like a pig being fattened just to cook
I need to be reminded of what I have so when it's gone it'll hurt
The cycle usually starts off amazing
It starts with a feeling of complete happiness
I am always skeptical of my bliss
because I know in time it will fade like snow melts
See I often start wanting something
wanting something with my whole heart and soul
and usually because god is good to me I receive it
and I know how the story goes so I cherish it
but even as i'm cherishing it they're plotting
plotting to mess up what I have
Pretty soon the bee has stung
and i'm sitting outside on the ground all alone
again just like I was meant to
cause when I have something good
I can never hold onto it.
That's why I think i'm cursed to live
in this cycle and never go in reverse
Never get to savor.
Never get to settle.
Never bask in the moment.
The moments over too soon
I fear this cycle so much.
It's left me empty and hard
Friendless
Afriad of happiness.
It's left me searching for a loop hole
Foot steps,
slow and timid.
Such determination
to conquer fear of the unknown.
Ever wary of what lies just ahead.
Softly walking the path of life.
Never taking detours,
playing it safe.
Foot steps
Paula Swanson
June 1, 2012
For the contest Sound Of Emotion
I walked on by a graveyard, very late, alone one night.
No ghosts sprung from their moldy graves: no evil ghoulish sights.
It seemed no vampires lurked about, to sip my blood like wine.
And any hulking werewolves must have previously dined.
I watched in vain for zombies, with their gruesome, bloody stares.
But they seemed to be as plentiful, as wayward teddy bears.
Yet, I would duck behind a tree, on guard quite through and through,
At every car that passed me by . . transporting who knows who?
While I recalled what mother said, no doubt with some misgiving:
It’s not the dead you have to fear . . but watch out for the living!
© 2015 Diane Lefebvre
i’m scared.
scared of odd little things:
glass doors,
windows,
leading to the outside world.
paranoia of unexpected guests,
curled under cupboards, and strangers stabbing on sidewalks.
i’m alone in my dark fantasies.
and yet, i’m unafraid.
i crave the reckless life, cheating, binging on drugs and sex and life.
the life where i’m the unknown girl that everyone knows.
The lighting, it was over-bright.
Without it, night was dark as sin.
The big flash showed a scary sight.
The lighting, it was over-bright.
I thought my heart might stop from fright.
The flash had shown a specter's grin.
The lighting, it was over-bright.
Without it, night was dark as sin.
June 13, 2016
Limerick : Once Monsters from fearful Mother-Villes
Once Monsters from fearful Mother-Villes
Forgive the lapsus, I meant : Moths-Drills
Not that They ate but flies
But also butter flies
Though lately added French fries with frills.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
The Racetrack
A momentous and thrilling place
where people lose their pace
looking through the columns of the racing form.
They seem to be cheerful
when they hear of their horse name Fearful
getting into position with Takeoff.
The time has come and the bell has rung
and off with a speeding start
around on the first lap and straight for home
The people are shouting for Fearful to come home!
Submitted by:
Louis Saraceno
The fearful storm people missing the halcyon days
from Songs Of Experiments
Beyond notice, out of sight
in dimensions curled up tight,
shall only weakened gravity
suggest your supersymmetry?
Do you match, sine qua non,
boson to a fermion?
Will you ever edify
how the forces unify?
In what quanta, small or large
will we find your mass and charge?
In what membranes do you roam?
Which dimensions call you home?
In magnetic chambers narrow,
will you tell us of time’s arrow?
Have you broken, in the past?
How long can your components last?
Quarks from gluons will divide
when we make hadrons collide:
Will this show us where you hide
or leave us still unsatisfied?
Beyond notice, out of sight
in dimensions curled up tight,
will only highest energy
reveal your supersymmetry?
I've been sneezing since June from the dust.
I took bupropion with mountain dew-
Now I can't sleep, my heart is beating fast,
I'm a little dizzy and a bit nauseous.
Vesta told me not to lose my head
But I was having so much fun!
I couldn't find Hera or Venus
But Herne told me there's no harm.
All their lights are big and bright-
Their ichor is burning my skin.
All the stories that never started,
These are heartaches on the big screen.
Dislocation of emotions-
No one to blame, I did it to myself.
I keep seeing what isn't there,
In my head I always paint them well.
Since I can't find mine, I can't let you in-
Dear Eros, I hope you have your key.
If I could go back to the day we met-
Even with hindsight, I won't leave them be.
"God will go before you, walk beside you. stand behind you.
I am with you always," Matthew 28:20" ***
"Even in the darkness of night there is hope. As the moon
lights our path, so does hope light our way."The Peanuts Gang.***
Even in the darkness of the night, God will go before you.
There is hope for God will for God will walk beside you.
As the moon lights our path, God will stand behind you.
So does hope light your ways, for God is with you always!"""
In The Darkness of The Night.
In the darkness of the night, I could not see the moon's light.
In the dept of my despair, God was with me always. Whenever
I was afraid, God was there all of the time, walking beside me!
When the light of mine hope was gone, when I had lost my
wonderful gift of song! God was standing behind me. Least
I stumble and least I fall, God was there through it all!***
The Moon Lights Our Paths.
The moon may lighten up our paths, but our God shows us
the way, the truth and the light to everlasting life and everlasting
victory through Jesus Christ our Savior and our Lord."""
Hopes Does Light Your Way.
Hope does light your way, for God is with you always even unto
the ending of the age. Without hope in God, it is impossible to
please Him! Hope in God leads us to His Son and His free gift
of everlasting life. Through Jesus Christ, God's only begotten
Son! ***
Why should we feel fearful and afraid?
Why should we feel fearful and afraid? When God promises us
truthfully to remain both faithful and true to us throughout the
ending of our earthly days. And throughout all of eternity, God
we shall be his people. And He will be our everlasting Father, and
Prince of Peace throughout all of eternity!***
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
November 16, 2020
Fearful of taking the leap;
Fleeing an alleged stability
Wonder struck – can my devotion be so deep?
Resigned to a prevention of ability
Escape this captured state?
Scared of rejection
Cowering from the pain you may aggravate
Not understanding the complexion
Perchance I have been conditioned
To accept and commit;
Wronged into position
Ashamed at wanting to quit
I’ve taken the easy option
Remaining on a rocking vessel
Preceding with caution
Emotions all a wrestle
He blows hot and cold
Insulting words then beautiful flowers;
I know it’s wrong to be controlled
But charm empowers
I’m a ship aground;
A story untold
A pulling tide restrained to the sand
A flower unable to unfold
I’m a boat marooned;
You’re young and yet to settle
You’ve chosen a rose that cannot bloom -
a bird entangled in nettles