Best Fearless Poems
Be your own fearless poet!!
Slide down the cool,rushing
waterfall of your own words.
Turn off all the comments!!
Be the sole keeper and master
of your beautiful works.
You, and only you know the deep,
velvety softness of your poem's
meaning.
If you truly, truly know this,
getting no comments is not a
thing to set you reeling.
The warmth and love of God's
support is always there first.
It quells your divine thirst!
Surcease from looking to run llike
a madman, always to be the best.
You are already a top winner in
His poetry contest.
In fact, to God, you are,and always
will be, His most unique, P.O.T.D!
He loves you,yes you,unconditionally!
Panagiota Romios
August 31, 2019
faithful freedom frisks
flush fear fast flawlessly fly
forge fortify face
___~~~~~~~~__________~~~~~~~~~________
What is there to fear
when life's no longer dear
Death enters triumphantly ~
welcome now at half past free
While all around, small battles rage
My battlefield, this blood stained page
With sword in hand, I've stabbed and slashed
Through foes and fears, yet unabashed.
Some fights I choose, some fights choose me
All test resolve, to live carefree
My armor of scars, faith as my guide
Fearless I fight, with God by my side.
By Daniel Turner
I have nothing tangible to do,
that`s why I`m writing this,
which makes me jobless.
Even though I like to speak on
behalf of many indigents and unknowns,
making me the voice of the voiceless.
I believe in struggle for survival,
working day and night to better the lots of others,
making me selfless and restless.
I don`t care whether my ways or
words are painful or not,
which make me heartless.
In the face of adversity,
I cannot remain motionless,
this makes me fearless.
A wingless insect that I am,
feeding on the stems and roots of flowers,
I am ruthless.
I don`t like ice-creams that are creamless or
soup that is spiceless;
the two to me are tasteless,
Am I making any sense?
Don`t tell me that I`m senseless.
Sometimes my pen writes on its own without me,
pouring out its venom on paper,
Oh!the ink is fading...fading out slowly,
Gush! my pen is inkless,making me speechless.
Our love for each other is ceaseless;
as I sit on this armless chair on a sleepless
night gazing at the blue flowerless vase;
I become thoughtless.
Nonetheless,I`m still faithless,for I have no
single faith in our political system or leaders.
The bond between I and my pen is endless.
We are both sinless, as we escape the
bottomless pit and timeless ignorance.
Having now reached the end of the line,
a leap of faith has shattered time.
4/28/19
A single spark lights up the darkest night,
and lifts our timid hearts to fearless flight.
It hums where doubts lie,
a little flame that we can call our own.
One spark can turn the shadows into light.
Be a fearless poet!
Slide down the cool, rushing waterfall of
your own words.
Turn off all the comments!
Be the sole keeper and master
of your beautiful works.
You and only you know the deep,
velvety softness of your poem's
meaning.
If you truly, truly know this,
getting no comments is not a
thing to set you reeling.
The warmth and love of God's
support is always there first.
Surcease from looking to be the
best.
You are already a top winner in
His poetry contest.
To God, you are always.....His
Poem of the Day!
August 31,2019
You can be fabulous. Follow the butterflies.
You can be fearless and uninhibited. Land on marigolds.
A warrior who buries negativity into a wayside bundle.
Dance your demons away.
Share your angst with no one
Be a monarch, show off your polka dots.
Hide your pain in the depths of the pink roses.
No one appreciates your story.
We are too busy licking the sorrow off our own.
Twirl at twilight.
Enjoy her purple and pink ribbons of love.
Glorify your happy memories which no one can take.
Some may pretend to listen, they do not. Fly away from them.
Be fearlessly wild and free, flitting from flower to flower.
Prance your joy. You can be fabulous. Follow the butterflies.
Life is confusing sometimes
At least it has been for me
I was Mom’s “change of life” baby
two siblings far older
change in the birth certificate
three days spent as Marilyn
then I became Carolyn
not many toys in our city home
so I started jumping off things
graduated from steps to trees
then my preference changed to roofs
fearless always, perhaps foolishly so
but I sensed my limitations
at three I was standing on my head
spinning like a top
ran faster, jumped higher
than boys on my block
walked tall on stilts
bounced on my pogo-stick around the block
hid my frog “Pierre” in the garage
acrobat lessons for eight years (Hurray!)
but Mom wanted to make a lady of me
ballet didn’t change this tomboy
went to the state spelling championship
but at age 12, I couldn’t spell “murmur”
and the oddest books I read as a child:
“Lincoln the Unknown”
“How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”
Jacque Cousteau’s “Silent World”
traded my pig tails for mini skirts
cheerleading for the high school football team
still love the sport today
recruited by the ice hockey coach
to teach boys how to skate backward
recruited by the boys’ gymnastics coach
to flip and vault as team members scowled
captain of my college speech and debate team
first freshman to win the Peace Oratory contest
judged by Princeton University professors
writing has supported me all of my life
from high school to the present
first a copywriter, then a journalist
humorous verse is my favorite
some family members say I’m a “wit”
They’re only half right :D
*October 18, 2014 by Carolyn Devonshire
Friends, I’ve got a flu now and hope to be well enough
to return comments soon.
Fearless girl they say,
but I'm not, baby you
are fearless. Baby I
love you for you, not what
you can do. I can
never let you go, If I
ever lost you, I'd die
Instantly. There
would be no waiting.
It would be quick,
I wouldn't feel it.
Fearless Girl they say,
I have fears, one fear,
and that's losing you forever,
please stay with me. You belong
with me; noone else baby!
I love you!
By:Briana Lynn Palmer 9-15-11 finished: 7:10A.M.
A Turning Point & Voice Lives On
In Arizona’s desert land,
A faithful son was born to stand,
With Scripture held within his heart,
God’s truth would be his counterpart.
At eighteen years, with courage true,
He launched a dream both bold and new,
To wake the youth from slumber deep,
And teach them freedom’s vows to keep.
From stage-to-stage, and state-to-state,
He proclaimed what makes our nation great,
With microphone and fearless voice,
He made defending truth his choice.
Like Jesus, who at thirty-three
Was killed upon Calvary’s tree,
At thirty-one, young Charlie fell
For speaking truths he knew so well.
A husband loving, father dear,
With Erika he held most near,
Two children blessed his faithful home,
Though duty called his heart to roam.
He taught us all to raise our voice,
To make bold courage our own choice,
“Stand up! Speak out! Don’t hide in fear!
Let freedom’s message ring out clear!”
Though silenced by an assassin’s hand,
His legacy spreads through our land,
In every voice he helped to find,
His boldness echoes in our mind.
So when we speak where Charlie spoke,
And lift high truth’s unbroken yoke,
His spirit marches on with us,
In Christ’s glory victorious.
The torch he lit burns ever bright,
In those who choose to stand and fight,
For God and country, truth and right—
Charlie’s voice lives on in light.
Silently white snow falls
Covering the ground
in a pristine blanket
Purest white, luminous
in the night
Muffling the silence of the night
----------this way, my world
reinvents the fragrance of a song.
Sponsor; John Lawless
scared sometimes of
my own strength
scared sometimes of
my own faith scared
sometimes of my own
confidence trembling
at the sound of my
own echoes roaring
like a lion...
fearless believing I
was born to do this
rising above
situations facing
them head on...
soaring high above
like an eagle
sometimes peaceful
yet above it like a
dove.
the visions I bear
in in mind...
scared sometimes of
my own comprehension
scared sometimes of
my own labor
scared sometimes of
my own fruits
working day and
night slaving for my
dreams
I am to afraid to
behold it in my own
heart
too afraid to
believe it in my own
soul...
I search for healing
and peace that can
only come from
solitude
give me space and
time to understand
behold and conceive
my own strength
,faith ,confidence
,labor and fruits
scared because I am
only human
scared because I am
not made from stone
,
scared because I am
not made from steel,
scared because I am
strong ,confident
,devout
I am only human...
...I fear my own
fearlessness
You may call me harsh or even wicked
But I am more than it because I am crooked.
I may look self indulgent or resentful,
But now I am transformed into someone more powerful.
Fearless! I call me,
Fearless I say
I am not afraid of anything,
No more aloofness,no more hearts to slay.
You may call me forceful and obstinate.
But I am someone more passionate.
Clinging or touchy is not in my performance,
Neither I am superficial or tactless
But I am the grudging pirrahna!
Yes! I am contrary and intractable,
Perversity is my nature and you may call me unpredictable.
I don't like flattery neither do I shallowness.
Being inconsistent and tense only leads you to loneliness!
Fearless! I call me,
Fearless! I say.
I adore spontaneity and daredevils are my prey!
Dynamic and shrwed is my nature.
If you don't like me I will not butcher.
Just speak your heart and live life in grandeur,
Because there are speculative ventures opening their vivacious door.