A distance to here and there,
haven't left this house
for the past 2 years,
except for booze
to end
my troubling mind,
Trouble circulates,
like the raising
of breeze
to a hail storm
and this
becomes
my night,
They stand,
half naked
to survive
in a darkness
that this society
will never see.
Welcome to when,
you lose your job
to AI
and Androids
this or next year,
the capitalism
is so extreme
and we lose
our empathy
for our friends.
Don't watch the news,
I advised this girl,
but she told me
she can't escape this
as all her friends
at her local school,
talk about the horror show.....
Masters and their chambers
exploit
us for a supreme feast,
we allow all of this,
remember
we out-weigh this.......
The Furies in all their rage hath not the vengeance in his soul
Which boils like the maelstrom and spills upon the shore
The tide rising higher and higher
til it fills the lowland of their bitter malcontent
If righteous indignation had the power heaven holds
The sea now wormwood should turn crimson in this night
But darkness has this stake alone which knoweth not the Good
And darkness that comes with the noon blots out the strongest light
Til the sun surrenders all the good that comes upon the day
And nothing grows save inky stain where hatred rules the play
Yet
Not yet.
Yet time draws near.
And yet, there is no fear.
Yet still, I wonder what comes next.
Yet now...
“WHAT YOU WILL” Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
9/22/2025
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.
AI~
two letters
which seem to
enlighten and frighten~
a worry about
deepfakes which
seem more and more
to match the deepfakes
already arriving in
tales of separation~~
The children of Gaza have learned to hide
and hold their ears until bombings subside
Their dreams are colored now by mottled red
And a place in soft dirt has become bed
Their hands reach high for even some bread mold
Instead, little hands need toys they can hold
frightening nights as stars have ceased to shine
For long ago, happy days children pine
Children suffer among the most, it seems
For years, noise of war creeps into their dreams
They live midst hate and fear everyday.
Lose family, best friends who used to play
How can they possibly think through this fear
bombs whining as they fall, is what they hear
Sadness meets them at each corner they turn
To not hate is the lesson they must learn
Warm bath, soft bed those children sorely need
and we Earthlings must plant different seed
we need to insure a sweet dream each night,
and a world where children live without fright.
The world spins fast, I can't keep pace,
Thoughts collide in a crowded space.
Endless whispers, too sharp to hear,
I can't escape, they're always near.
I'm tired of the pills, I'm tired of the fight,
Chasing the silence, but it slips out of sight.
I long for a moment, a breath, a release,
To stop the storm and find my peace.
Every swallow brings a bitter taste,
A sickness I can't seem to erase.
I want to rest, but the noise won't fade,
A mind in chaos, so deeply afraid.
I'm tired of the pills, I'm tired of the fight,
Chasing the silence, but it slips out of sight.
I long for a moment, a breath, a release,
To stop the storm and find my peace.
Will I ever find a way to slow this storm?
To heal the wounds that I can't transform?
Or am I meant to wander, lost in the tide,
With thoughts that pull me from side to side?
I'm tired of the pills, I'm tired of the fight,
Chasing the silence, but it slips out of sight.
I long for a moment, a breath, a release,
To stop the storm and find my peace.
Madeline lay in deep grass, reckoning
chances, glowing-gloaming with each tacit
confirmation of posies' beckoning
her advancement on love to run riot
or abridging chapters to deny it.
As pricked as a hunter's dog fed a scent,
tracking romances through wine sediment,
baited by horoscopes, jailed by black cats.
leaning ladders, she scampers in torment.
petrified of falling skies--dons steel hats
Affected by poverty and despair, don't shed tears for tomorrow
Something soft to give
Recoil/repulse
Parachutes
Are for girls
Draped in billowing clouds
Of silk linen and lace
I am a storm
Wrapped in black hide
Hides me
Easy to brush off
After a crash landing
We are not safe.
We are encased in our sadness,
mourning flowing from every orifice;
not realizing
how flammable our tears truly are.
Our suffering is not dignified.
Bloodied bodies hang limp
on the crucifix of our classrooms.
The multitudinous clenches of despair joust intermittently.
Make it hurt.
No witnesses. No empathy. Nor apathy. My stagnation.
The question of purposefulness has the inconsequential ringing of tinnitus banging in my noggin.
Who to bear witness?
Beyond “you,” I suppose...
Thou nameless, faceless, formless and ing omnipresent
God? Given my luck...
Crawling and flowing in my body - more so than my own blood - though never foreign. A homogenous mixture “we” are.
Invasive “you” are not.
Permeating and crushing my existence.
Not of me but never foreign, never.
“You” to bear witness.
My brain rackles with any and all manifestations of grief. How predictable.
Where are “you?”
Inside and outside and inside out and outside out - never foreign.
Take my life then.
Be not afraid. Take my life.
Make this invitation to a new aspiration of my decimation my proclamation.
The after-thought of symbolization, of matter, of merit-
Take my life
I am tired - tired - tired of this rigamaroo
Take my life. Take my breath.
“YOU!”
GIVE. IT. MEANING.
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.
When she finds her place
and spreads her wings
God has taken care of everything.
He gave her freedom
from the bonds and chains
so she could bring glory
to His name.
She can live without fear
and stop hiding in the shadows.
She knows that no matter where she goes
God will always follow.
She was never alone
and never will be
because it was God
that set her free.
The root cause of hate is fear
And so if you hate me then you fear me,
Which in some cases would be totally justified.
Such as if I’m a Muslim jihadi without a clue
What jihad actually means
And so wants you dead simply because we disagree,
Or say I’m a trans activist willing to kill
You and your helpless innocent children as they pray,
Because of something so arbitrary as I want to.
Everything we do sends a message
A message out into the infinite sphere of space,
Often called Heaven,
And out to everyone me meet
And these actions flavor us, our words, our looks
And most importantly our impact.
Do we seek to calm and please others
Or disturb and disrupt them?
It all depends on what they are doing.
If you’re in love with blowing yourself up
Or shooting children
In the name of some narcissistic cause
I can tell you, you should be scared,
Terrified and truly phobic,
Of my sanity, basic decency and normalcy.
Who am I?
I may be six, sixteen or sixty-six but,
“I am Charlie Kirk.”
(9/17/25)
Specific Types of Fear Poems
Definition | What is Fear in Poetry?
Poems Related to Fear
dismay, anxiety, angst, horror, unease, jitters, doubt, suspicion, dread, despair, terror, uneasiness, panic, scare, worry, concern, cowardice, phobia, distress, fright, agitation, foreboding, faintheartedness, nightmare, revulsion