Best Visionaryfear Poems


Letter To My Young Lover

If this letter
should ever reach you,
I'll be surprised.
It reveals too much.
It bares my soul,
and I fear that I may come out 
damaged.
I fear that in my tiredness
(due to lack of sleep)
I may speak too much.

What bond we share
from that early age, has only
strengthened.
And if it has not strengthened
(for that is my perception only)
it might have changed 
for the better.
We find ourselves
more than friends;
we find out bodies drawn together
(like bears to honey)
and our hearts beat with more
than simple fondness.

Dare I utter that word?
The word of which men flee
and I thought to scorn 
at such a young age?
May it be... love?

It makes sense in my eyes
that I would love
my oldest remaining childhood friend.
Mature now, in mind and body;
with no more chubby cheeks
and now sporting stubble
that I crave to feel upon my softer skin.

What men I have met (seems to be singular)
who devote their lives
to protect that which they leave
behind.
Eighteen and ready
for arms.
I dread the thought of your departure,
but more so your return
clad in oak and velvet.

But I hold on tight,
to that single thought that identifies
you as my match:
the children that would welcome
their daddy home at the end of each day.
I would have your children.
I would bear your babies.
Perhaps three or four
with my eyes
and your hair.
I wait for that day, when our souls shall intertwine
and fill each other,
and in my verdant womb,
love shall nourish our family.

Perhaps we can give our son
the name of his father:
My true love,
and the best man I have ever known.

Always and Forever,

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Let not fear control your life
                regardless of any strife or figurative
                knife and be neither a puppet nor a victim
                of any kind

                 If a talking horse and his owner can
                overcome fear with out beer anyone can-
                there is no need for a pan but to push 
                forward

                 The proverbial match has been lit
                you have to hatch a plan soon and take
                some steps or burn-the best decisions
                are never made hastily nor selfishly
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Backdraft

Darkness of my soul
Flowing deep within the color of my eyes
Excreting a heavenly passion for pain

Fears of the unknown
Puzzling my mind with homicide
I fear life’s lowest points
I fear being alone
Carefully placing a thought upon each action

Abandonment flows deep within my bosoms
Releasing a milky flow wondering if I will drink it

Capturing my imagination onto a picture so colorful and bright
Dreams never all go away

Trust is my mother
Fornication is my father
An Abuser to the bone
Ugliness through his soul

Daddy’s little girl
It’s no longer our word
An emotion filled with temptation and molestation
Life is but a dream

Screw your daughter
There’s no time for law and order
But honor thy father and thy mother?

The meek shall smile big
The guilty shall smile thin

God is above 
But gravity holds us down

Back up and re-read the script
For happiness has passed you by


Simplicity & Fear

Simplicity 
          Savoured	 
                      thee	
                           But didn’t last for long.
                                                 Stress scared her, 
                                                               But would still persist to carry on.


                           Fear fights forevermore.
                           Hovering heights frighten some,
                           Small dark spaces scare them too.
                           Fear fights forevermore.
                           Responsibility reaps routinely,
                           Rebounding to make it tough,
                           Fear fights forevermore.

Cause and Clarity

The fear in not knowing why
The fearful control your dreams
Where nothing will let it die
Controlled by your bitter needs

Various levels of evil rule
This politic has no name
Because if it was clear to you
We would exit this deadly game

So we bleed and we suffer hate
Poisoned without a home
With a fear that steals our fates
To resist is to die alone

This martyr will raise his voice
No matter what you will say
As long as I have a choice
And as long as I know my name

Every fear will rise to meet
The fearless speaking truth
Though the lost never want to see
I will not suffer your self-abuse
© Ian Petch  Create an image from this poem.

Darkness Or Me

The world falls to ruin,
Darkness rules,
Blood is shed that is innocent,
And screams echo the night.

Silver light,
Red stains,
Soundless screams,
Quiet laughter.

Screams shatter the night,
The daylight does not come,
The moon hides behind clouds,
And so the darkness rules over all.

I purr into the night,
I cannot see though,
But I can hear you,
I can hear your ragged breathes.

You cannot speak,
You are afraid,
Afraid of the dark,
Afraid of me.

You cannot hear me,
Nor see me,
But you know I am there,
As I am everywhere.

An orange flame aluminates the night,
A silhouette appears,
A single shadow in the flames,
You scream.

No one hears,
No one is around,
The fire dies,
But I am still there.

And I hunt my next victim,
Heedless of screams,
Heedless of blood,
And I purr into the darkness.

I am a shadow,
A figure of the dark,
Light does not touch me,
& I travel further into darkness.

I hunt by dark,
Hide by day,
I watch my prey in shadow,
Waiting to strike.

I move on,
A simple, silent shadow,
Unheard,
Quiet & deadly.

I do not care for the light,
But I love to listen to fire-light stories,
Of the fear of darkness,
Of the fear of me.


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