Best Fears Poems
When four, I knew my soul had claustrophobia in it.
More than once it has caused me public panic fits.
Once, I declined a job located in a super high rise
for fear it would sway or rock me to an awful demise.
As cures I plan no coffin, avoid full planes, tight spaces,
roof edges and elevators with terrifying glass faces.
Often before sleep, I think the devil visits from hell.
He attempts to solidify my fears of sorrow that dwell
on my Mother’s death which is a normal eventuality
and my treasured love’s death which none can foresee.
I can bid the devil to depart back to dark fairly easily;
changing my head's channel often works as a remedy.
But I cannot grasp, shake, rationalize or compromise make
a fear that causes my angst to quake, my emotions to break.
I turn to God in constant prayer, seeking my answer there.
I ask God for His soothing and a solution He will share.
Thoughts of my challenged son’s life after I am gone
grow my despair and tears from the worry they spawn.
Who will hug him good night and then again each dawn?
Who will love him to ensure his self-value dwells on?
He will need a loving touch and acceptance to lean on.
I fear and hurt, knowing such blessings are not foregone.
I would rather be sealed in a coffin on a roof way high
than my precious one be love abandoned after I die.
Nightmare Truths
She hides the truth in nightmare screams,
Refusing to voice fevered dreams,
As moon bent shadows climb the wall,
To bring more demons to her hall.
Those who know her will see no tears,
She locks them away—shows no fears,
Fights her scars in silence alone,
Growing harder her heart of stone.
Claustrophobia no,not afraid of close quarters
Love sharks and crocks and all in the waters
There's one thing I fear
So listen up here
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia non-supporters
*****Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is the fear of big words****
I use to be afraid of so much in this world,
I would tip toe through each day like some frightened little girl,
then one day I realized that I can't just run and hide from life.
If someone pulls a gun on me, I'll pull out my knife.
Face your fears, stare them down.
Don't be scared, hold your ground,
because nothing is as scary as it appears,
all you have to do is face your fears.
Love glows within the heart and soul of Man,
yet insecurities shadow its glow.
And in shadow, hate and bigotry grow,
though our conscience interjects when it can.
But, like a child, Man fears the bogeyman,
facing repercussions, He lets Hope go.
Scared of storms, Man finds faith in a rainbow,
convincing himself it's part of God's plan.
When evil overshadows all that's good,
anonymity merges with the dark.
And promoting lies, tethered to rumors,
Man follows orders, as a robot would.
Yet, the love in Man only needs a spark
to cauterize hate's cancerous tumors.
I am running fast,
A storm is rolling in,
Im running,
breathe,
my chest is heaving,
I dropped a tear,
on accident I swear,
I tried to wipe it quickly away,
But it was too late,
They'd seen,
Found weekness in my heart,
And so they came for me,
I stopped running,
Turned to face those demons,
I slaughtered them all,
and the looks on thier face I knew they could now tell,
the tear I dropped was for them,
for sending them to hell,
that night I walked throught the storm,
no longer afraid,
I wore the blood of the demons I'd just slayed,
and I'd never felt more proud,
coated with my accomplishment for the night , I smiled.
My insecurities, taunting me
With the s i l e n t treatment, enoughs
Stirring up doubt inside, where
I hide all the loose ends, the frailties
Little uncertainties, haunting me
With the assumptions, the assurance
I’m not good enough, never
Good enough – wise enough,
Kind enough – bright enough
Never will be sure enough
Can’t imagine being pure enough
No, I know I’ll never be enough
I know I’m not enough,
But, still I want the joy, the love
That comes from sharing my life
Without someone I love,
Someone who will understand,
The wonder of a friend,
The tenderness of a man,
It must be God’s plan…
Because He gave me someone to love
Someone who is sure, makes me feel secure,
Comforts and encourages, soothes away
My doubts, the darkness, the past –
Lifts me out of the clouds that blot out
My dreams, my faith, my hope
He quiets ever tear, all the fear
With the promise that He is here
Always, throughout it all, through every year…
My knight in shining armor – and, I love him so – love him so much more
The heart sheds its own tears
Sorrowed by life’s unfairness
As the hazy mist clears
Anguish carries stark bareness
Brokenness, deep despair
Hope hanging slim by a thread
Loneliness, hard to bear
Happy face masks are soon shed
The heart has its own fears
Borrowed from life’s fickleness
Pain that gently appears
Testament to brittleness
Wretchedness, feeling lost
How long this wait for true love?
Dreariness dressed in frost
Life goes on without a shove.
06.05.2021
Pricked with a prod, I’ve been penetrated,
sent back to the wasteland I created.
Laced with ash, left jaded and hated,
my impaled mind seeks only redemption,
as my ebon veins flow with deception.
racing
voices
facing
choices
Now my tears of ice crackle down my cheek.
I ascended great, over the mount’s peak
to find out if it’s peace I truly seek.
Blue silent stars whisper hope when in need,
shadowed by desperation and greed.
Jabbed and stabbed for a mistake made,
wept and slept as the moondust starts to fade.
Through internal punishment I have paid,
and I shall never look on glass walls high-
shattered and battered, I lean in and sigh…
facing
choices
racing
voices
For I am but a woman with impaled fears-
manic with a tragic past…fought for many years.
July 30, 2019
Anthony Slausin
Impaled Poetry Contest
I hear whispers that sing past my ears...
Telling me that my walls are made of fears...
A breeze flows through my clouded mind...
Little secrets and hidden words that I find...
Some come down on paper, others I file away...
Take them out in time for a better way....
My insides pray for peace and salvation...
For more days of love and consideration....
Take a breath of air from a cool summer night...
Hold it in till the butterfly's run out of sight...
And sit and remember all that's good in this life...
Insecurities haunting me
Clouding my judgment so I can’t see
Worried about the future
Unwilling to go back to the past
Wondering if this dream come true
Is really meant to last
No relationship is etched in stone
Afraid to voice my worries
I’ll carry this burden alone
I have no real reason to feel this way
So why do these same concerns go through my mind everyday?
I know that I’ll get through this
All it takes is time
But these fears will never go away
Until you are by my side
for sentimental value or grieving more ~ warmest tears sadly pour
within every blink whilst we cry ~ our tear temperatures rises high
yet if underwhelmed in sadness and grief ~ icy tears are only brief
see a wounded crocodile sob nearby ~ don't hold tissues to its eye
By
David Kavanagh
I was told never to climb
I never was one to follow rules
I climb a fence and fell
I broke my arm and didn’t tell
A week went by I could no longer stand it
I told my father I was chased by birds
I told him that I had fell
The fear of him was so strong
That the pain in my arm was nothing
To the fear of disobeying him
Many years later he died from a trailer fire
I did not shed one tear
In shadows deep where whispers blend,
A haunting dream steals through my night.
It haunts me still, it will not end,
And casts a veil of silent fright.
A haunting dream steals through my night,
Its echoes dance with shadowed grace,
In every corner of my space.
It haunts me still, it will not end,
Each whisper sharp, a ghostly trace,
That lingers in the quiet place.
And casts a veil of silent fright,
Where dreams of night and fears collide,
In restless sleep, nowhere to hide.
Darling, you are the only one,
who took the time
to read my sound heart
examining each chapter as a newborn
taking a break between lines
for a comforting embrace
a look of passion
unconditional
on your charming eyes
caressing my insecurities away.
Written: November 10, 2022
Bitesize Poem No.55 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier