Best Fearfulness Poems
Velvet fell from the SKY ON a Boston day by the bay
Cotton caressed thy lips gentility so that you might sigh
While you tried to convince me you and I could beg to fly
Suddenly uncertainty and fearfulness drew night but I never knew why
Other people opined they were warm yet I was cold
I longed to see my arms open wide for you to thusly hold
The woman who tutored ancient men how to produce gold
No statue crafted of such solemnity to behold
To heartbeats beat as one neither ever to cry
Hand in had that old man called us lovebirds flying high
And you with gold shimmering in the wind with which you vie
When the moon that night told you to tell me goodbye
The darkened sky stared right at me
And whatever it asked I would cauIdally comply
They ordered me a way, take to the run and flee
And never even knew fu****g why
(c) 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
"Awake Sweet Stolen Dream"
I wandered outside my conscious element of thought
drifting into wonderlust of dreamland sequences like photographs
as I inhaled fragrant winds gliding upon gossamer wings
of lace and satin, streaming through pink cotton candy clouds.
I touched a rainbow traveling warp speed to rendezvous
with my lover, who appeared at my sheer will's emotion
for I had cast a magic spell upon his heart with hypnotic trance
he, helpless, had no recourse but to obey my dreamy wishes.
I tantalized my lovers' soul with happy innuendo as my muse
in dreams, love escalates to ultimate desire without penalty
then, suddenly, a rival resonated her displeasure of my game
fury of the White Witch chased me with her fiery wand, to mame.
my delicate dream evolved into nightmarish tone of fearfulness
as she drew closer, I realized consequences to treat love frivolously
so blatantly. as my tender tears urged my mind desperately to
awake from sweet stolen dream whose horror left me breathless.
in panic state secreting droplets of perspiration on flesh and bone
I released my fair silky skin from black lace negligee' trying
to open sleepy eyes of green stinging from tears of sorrow
peering across the bed, your warmth still lying there to caress.
that night I made a vow to cherish love so good and true
for dreams are predictors; omens of future events to come
waking to reality I treasure the beauty of love, not as a toy
to trifle with, as love will banish nightmares from realm of dreams.
as I awake from my sweet stolen dream of wanton folly
my heart is renewed in spirit with a softer side to dwell
among Angels rather than the evil dark side of manipulation
I now know Heaven is real .. and so is Hell.
*For Leonora's Waking Up Contest.
*Nov. 14, 2012.
I think feel a breeze
A breeze and a touch of horror
Something makes my breath seize
The stings of inner torture
The beast of the dark just passes
I hear the pings of its awfulness
Horrible snuffs complementing terrible masses
Something grip me here – oh fearfulness!
Now what – silence…
The quietness of the graveyard
I sense trouble in disguise
Only that worse turns bad
Oh wait, I can see
Slow approaches of eye balls
The burning eyes of the black beast
Monster, you, coming for me or my pulse
This is it my adventure fiasco
In the ever-dark ghost room
I would rather die like a hero
Behind this locked door with my rheum
As I’ll lay my back on this door
Oh beast feast, on me feast
I can hear quacks as I fall
…the door open at least
Massacre! Oh massacre of the beast
Sun ray-the enemy of the dark monster
Came in for its burnt feast
Because the door opened
The loud rumbling, crashing sounds of thunder
woke me and I nestled into his breast.
A feeling of fearfulness creeps over,
as the flash of lighting hinders my rest.
Rising, he moves toward the closed window,
shutting the drapes. Blocking out the striking
flash, I hid my head under the pillow,
away from the sounds that are frightening.
He gently caressed me with reverence
and a gentle kiss, calming the storm of fear.
I looked up into his eyes in silence,
"I don't like being scared" and cuddled near.
The storm is over, calmness has set in,
and darkness no longer lingers deep within.
7/21/2017
Form S- Poetry Contest
Theme; Storm
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
I Will Help You
For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you. (Isaiah 41:13)
When I was young my mom, like most women, donned a hat when she went out.
Dad said it added to her beauty…of this I had no doubt.
My mom had a collection of hats she stored in boxes under her bed.
So many different kinds of bonnets that sat atop her head.
Moms of today are different they go out with their heads bare
but one thing they share with Moms of the past are the many hats they wear.
If we tried to count the hats they don...we couldn’t...they go on indefinitely
Perhaps one way to approach it...is alphabetically.
Moms are:
Accountants
Babysitters
Chauffeurs...they do what
Doctors and
Electricians do…they are
Farmers
Governors
Housekeepers, and
Ice cream makers too…they are
Janitors
Kitchen and
Laundry workers, and
Maids who clean the floor…they are
Nurses
Optometrists,
Painters
Quality control inspectors and furthermore they are
Receptionists
Seamstresses and
Teachers…they can
Upholster that sofa or that chair…they are
Valets
Washroom Attendants and
X-Ray technicians…ready anytime and anywhere…they are
Yard managers and every Mom I know is also a keeper of the
Zoo
That’s 26 different hats they wear…
26 different jobs that all Moms do.
Moms are the original and still the best multi-taskers the world has ever met.
In fact, I didn’t run out of hats for them...I ran out of alphabet!
I guess it’s a good thing each job doesn’t have a hat that sits atop Moms head
for there wouldn’t be enough room to store the boxes under their beds.
They are visionaries, they are cheerleaders, so much of our existence they adorn
yet they had no experience as a mother until the day when we were born.
Because it was at that miraculous moment, despite their fearfulness and qualms
when they smiled as they looked at us and realized……’I’m a Mom.’
For that is the hat that encompasses the rest...the hat we call motherhood
and I must admit, from where I stand
Moms…you make that hat look good.
So Moms, here’s to a wonderful Mother’s Day as this poem bids you all adieu
For all the many hats you wear…
our hats are off to you.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY
My trembling started as a small shudder, but quickly grew.
What’s happening?
A look of confusion and helplessness on my face,
I had no idea of what was about to pass.
The mix of worry filled me with fearfulness,
while my stomach only grew too nauseated
by the thought of his touch I hated.
He covered my mouth and said, “Don’t make a sound.”
My terrifying silent screams echoing in my mind,
as my body moved with the impact of his hips, I find
it engulfed in tearing at my soul being ripped apart.
“Please,” I begged hoarsely, my eyes beseeching him to stop,
but his gazed lust ignored my pleas.
No matter how much I pleaded with my tormented eyes.
It's dark; once again,
fear of emotion penetrated through all my muscles
all the way to my bones,
as I hear his footstep outside my room while my mother sleeps.
The doorknob slowly turned, opening the door.
Stepping in, he slowly approaches pushing back the covers
and crawls next to me in bed.
Ten years have passed since I left home.
The scars reappeared in my mind,
when I saw the evil start walking toward me.
Why? I asked myself,
as I clench my fist and anger raged through me.
His image brought back the nightmares of fear and distress.
Tortured scream that use to make me jerk from out of bed,
making my whole body shake.
Wishing to slap him for the torture I went through,
instead a cold glaring look,
and turned and walked away wishing him dead.
7/31/2017
A shadow covers her face, eyes tired with sorrow.
Lost beyond space, longing for tomorrow.
A broken heart, and a shattered mind.
Where to start, what’s to find?
A promise of hope, rings echoing for ages.
His yearning to elope, through tears he wages.
Her fingers clasp his, and a desire remains.
A plan as is, though it still pains.
A beloved friend in need, a voice to be heard.
A faith planted seed, holding to the word.
An apologetic reply, he feels a need to die.
He broke a promise, he broke a soul.
With another kiss, he tries to remain whole.
She is determined and true, a beauty I adore.
As she says, “I love you”, he’s left wanting more.
Memories of cheerfulness, and passions of youth.
A future of fearfulness, searching for truth.
He watches the night sky, hoping she is too.
A solemn goodbye, “For I’ve always loved you.”
The future is a wonder, though they blissfully wait.
Love strikes like thunder, a most welcomed fate.
Stars dance and play, the world left in awe.
As he looks to her and says,
“I gcónaí, mo ghrá”
Fearfulness falls in heavy drops
On one who wonders
About the tomorrow that was once a ten,
And now is only a five.
Life unwinds like a slowing watch
Sowing deeds good and bad behind,
‘Til a wall of impenetrable fog remains
For etching by the finger of forever.
Fearfulness falls in heavy drops
On one who wonders about tomorrow.
“Your body is yours;
it is not for someone to abuse and leave you in fear.”
Quote by poet
A look of confusion and helplessness
Frenetic worry filled with fearfulness.
Terrifying mute screams echo impart,
Tears unbidden, wraith being ripped apart.
Disconcerting, hoarsely pleading to stop,
But unrestrained fleshly lust, pleas unstop.
In the dark; once again, cold patches drew
Fear of emotion penetrated through.
Clench fist and crippling affliction raged airs
Nauseate image brought vivid nightmare.
They said my life is worthless, but my net worth is priceless.
I'm one of the nicest. I've been bless to express my life on this.
I was built for this, so they can miss me with that snuffed up "ish",
No need to curse on this, no disrespect needed, it's time that we be kind and courteous.
What occurs to us could be a curse for us; but what occurred is a must and in god we should trust.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, consider yourself dead if we continue to live unjust.
Cause there's no justification for your judgmental infatuation,
In fact your situation is a declaration of your own character in question.
Any questions?
In consideration, I'm trying to make sense of this verbal composition,
But you're always in competition with your mental institution, while you're in a mindless and clueless position.
I'm no illusion. But from all the confusions, I became a realest.
I never said I'm the best, but I'm always at my best to the fullest.
And somehow haters new about this and that's the reason why they started hating on this.
Trying to convince me that I wasn't built for this.
Instead, they became my photosynthesis I became photosensitive to there photo-negative emphasis.
I had no choice but to put an end to this and considered it a life changing experiences.
My fearfulness went into a metamorphosis.
Went from more fear to less, that morphed into too bless to be stressed over some senseless mess.
Therefore I rise. Like high risers in the sky I've arrived.
The sky is the limit and I'm going to live in the sky till the day I die.
Who am I?
It's no question I'm a reflection of the most high; far from perfection,
But His intentions are perfect, perfectly prophesied by my third eye.
Her destiny Ruth Adams squarely faced,
that innocent small child whisked off, white-faced,
one day by wild and whooping dark-eyed men,
and never more to see again her kin!
As over prairie ground fast horses raced,
her destiny Ruth Adams squarely faced.
No crying would she dare to let them see
nor fearfulness. . . not to the least degree!
Her courage and her strong will saw her through
as year by year, more wise and fair she grew.
Her destiny Ruth Adams squarely faced
inside that strange new world where she'd been placed.
Among the tribe there lived a handsome brave
whose passion burned for Ruth. At last, she gave
her heart to him . . for life must be embraced!
Her destiny Ruth Adams squarely faced
Dying world, dying happenings
Craziness, wickedness, laziness,
Changing greener pastures to adventures
Of doom.
I behold everything, i don't need to be told,
Nothing can be trusted, nothing is committed
These indeed is death, this is a dying world.
The leaders are not our dreams, depending
On them is nay.
The glory men love so much, fades away
Like cube of sugar in the tea,
It so happens because glory is meant for the creator,
Who gives water and air.
I behold hope for those who are upright,
For they alone will smile, when others are
Hopeless, hopelessness brings fearfulness,
There after, something worst than danger.
These things i see,
These things i know,
Indeed the world is dying.
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As Carolyn Devonshire would put it, "i fear for the future of the world"
I cant take it anymore,
This isn't what I've planed for!
I was confident, saturated with ambition,
I became lost, with no destination.
I had it all, It got took all away;
Joy,love and transparency, became nothing but sadness, hatred and ambiguity.
I loved the way it was, but it was never Okey,
Okey for adapting to facing indignity with respectability.
However Seeking change, Is a double edged sword challenge;
A halt caused by fearfulness, or a motive stimulated by persistence;
To shrink and deteriorate, to rise and pullulate.
SEASONS COME AND GO
With a burst of colours
Of a bunch of flowers
Promising to bloom
Spring clearly loomed
Such beautiful art
Moved my heart
Forming a smile
Visible from a mile
Sudden showers of rain
Brought no pain
As they fell softly
Moistening lightly
Such refreshment
Brought contentment
Increasing flowers length
And renewing strength
As rivers flowed
My heart glowed
The promise of serenity
Overriding insecurity
Such stillness
Created a harness
And made me capture
The beautiful view of nature
With a boom of thunder
I really shuddered
Conscious of the dark clouds,
Lightning and storm so loud
Such a strong storm
Was beyond the norms
Shattering my haven
And to fear I caved in
Dazzling yellow rays
Soon light the way
The promise of fearlessness
Overcoming fearfulness
Such transition
Prompted an evolution
Teaching me to reason
In any season
THE WONDER OF MY LIFE
Verse 1
‘The Great Wall of China’s’ amazing.
‘The Northern Lights’, such a view!
‘The Pyramids’ are breathtaking,
but none of them compare to you.
‘Sugarloaf Mountains’s’ stupendous.
‘The Leaning Tower’s’ untrue.
‘The Aztec Temple’s’ outstanding,
but none of them compare to you.
Chorus
You’ve the beauty of every great sunset,
each rainbow that colours the sky.
You’re the closest there is to perfection,
and the greatest wonder in life.
Verse 2
Well ‘The Copacabana’s’ fantastic,
and so too is ‘Machu Pichu.’
‘The Eiffel Tower’ is special,
but none of them compare to you.
Chorus
You’ve the beauty of every great sunset,
each rainbow that colours the sky.
You’re the closest there is to perfection,
and the greatest wonder in life.
Bridge
Fearfulness could spout out gold,
and thunderstorms heal sick and old.
Stars could perch on mountain peaks,
yet you would still be more unique.
Chorus
You’ve the beauty of every great sunset,
each rainbow that colours the sky.
You’re the closest there is to perfection,
and the greatest wonder in life.
You’ve the beauty of every great sunset,
each rainbow that colours the sky.
You’re the closest there is to perfection,
and the wonder I need in my life.
(This lyric was a finalist in the 'Lyric Only' section of the 2014 UK Songwriting contest.)
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