Dread Poems - Poems about Dread

Oh, my gosh, I’m freaking and feel such dread. What the hay is this nonsense on my head? I can’t go to work, can't enter the office! I will be seen, visible to peers and bosses, be the fool who provided entertaiment gossip. God, please, send help, I am stress-nauseous. I do not care about appearing faultless, but I'd...

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What stings like wasps in hives, Of trying minds' regret, Invasive blips, flash frozen pictures, Recalls, counterfeit, Serrated icy sickled thoughts, In glaciated snow, Dread the warmth, the trickled stream, Of thawing reapers' sown, Sipping from the melt embibes, The swarming, claustrophobic choke, Alone the white hot heat of heart, Scatters them with smoke....

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In the stillness and darkness of the night I lay in my bed and my thoughts begin to wonder I wonder what is life really all about Wonder what lies ahead Wonder how and when will it end Wonder, wonder, wonder into the unknown Unsettled with uncertainty Dread and anxiety fill my being My heart beats a little faster and louder My head feels...

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[b]5[/b] The clock’s tick is a slow blade, cutting through the silence, fingers cold on metal chains— it’s only minutes now, my breath tearing through my chest. [b]4[/b] I can hear them—footsteps, too close, too far, scraping keys, rattling, the air, thick— I choke on it, wait. [b]3[/b] The light through the bars feels wrong, like it’s burning me— I can’t escape, the walls closing in. [b]2[/b] The door cracks open, a figure, a...

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You don't go through a deep personal transformation without some kind of dark night of the soul. - Sam Keen A prayer, bursting from impulsive lips blessing each silent tear, still life burning away the last mist of the dark shadows ...

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Your Message you say your love for me is dead it is a message that I dread ...

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With death gripping talons he controls foot and hand, Unable to cry out due to fear as he had planned, Fear of vanishing under this bed, So young to feel such dread, This haunting nightmare shall always remain, To meander as a retention in my brain....

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Trying to survive, I began dreaming each day; That tore me apart....

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I feel a weight, a shadow, expanding within. It grows in spirals, silent, cold. Each thought unfolds, clawing at the edges of me. I am consumed by what is not. The air thins. I cannot run. The unseen watches. Its gaze burns deeper than the dark. ...

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John Audelay translations by Michael R. Burch. John Audelay was a medieval English poet who died circa 1426. Dread of Death (excerpts) by John Audelay translation by Michael R. Burch Lady, help! Jesu, mercy! Timor mortis conturbat me. [The fear of death dismays me.] Dread of death, sorrow for sin, Trouble my heart, full grievously: My soul wars with my lust then. Passio Christi...

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• These thoughts that fill me with dread • Make me wanna rip the hairs off my head • I can't even be bothered to wake up on time • I'll fall back asleep at the drop of a dime ...

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We are taking the dog to the vet today He weighs as much as I did when I was a bride His rear end is bigger than mine I cannot do it alone I dread this, my husband says I can relate I dread it too Not the car ride, but the shots We don’t like anyone hurting our dog....

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The Christmas Cafe I scratch my nails against my head and ponder a while in thought, but my soul turns bare And Death twirls his curled hair. Taunting me as my breaths become caught. Caught between the living and the dead. A cafe with dim lights, like some sort of spiritual dread. Snow blankets the ground, Raucous laughter is heard As I...

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Circus Life Inside, it smells like death and pain. And two beasts guard the heart of my brain. Puzzles and pieces scatter from the hilt. My spine breaks under this mountain of guilt. Colors and feelings are nothing compared to believing The awful stench inside my head. Bleeding with ink and clouded with dread. Beast number one rears its...

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“What the heart can’t speak of, poetry does.” Quote- Poets own I wish I were the who I used to be Before I began with anxiety So much has happened to stir fear and dread That stops me sleeping peacefully abed. Once I was as joyful as one could be Till worry came and stayed inside of me I smile through each...

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