Fear Imagery Poems

Turpentine waters of paranoia
  ripple beneath an opaque surface,
    merging with the burnt umber sun,
      ravenously...

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This Magical Place

In a place mystical, in an age so long ago
In a scene where all life flourish and grow
In a time so strange, changing...

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Behind the door of softest gold,
A whisper calls, both shy and bold,
It hums a tune that floats on air,
A song of hope, it's always there....

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Under the cadence of footsteps on worn cobblestones,
At the café where steaming cups held time hostage,
Eyes met and lingered, a glance stretched into an eternity.
A...

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Hear the way I sound,
a harmonious hum, 
a rhythm that beats with every dream, 
every fear, and every whim. 

My voice, a canvas of emotions,
...

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An Old Tree
Bails unlocking their way
From the soil of dystopia to the branches of sonnet.
Wind wavering and crossing mountains away
And I yet holding onto the...

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Dancing with delusions, sparks of hellfire
Course through my lugubrious quill pen.
Distorted words igniting fear,
Anxiety fills crevices,
Encircling, silencing,
Asphyxiating.
Walls closing in,
Compressing.
Hope fades,
Doom.
Dread
Runs cold.
Veins poisoned,
Sanity slips
Unmercifully.
The angels are...

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It’s nearly two as the Reaper’s clock begins to strike.
A thundering clap shakes the trembling ground,
as death knolls beckon me into this thick, hazy night.
Coming...

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We've tipped the scale, 
Crossed the line, 
flags droop and fail.
Fury for the masses… 

Nine's almost here, 
Lost our minds, 
consumed by fear? 

I'm a...

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If I was to be gone tomorrow,
I would surely regret today.
Just as I would all these wasted days, months, and years.
At peace when saying I...

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As I sit here 
I can hear a broken clock
Tick.. 

Tock...

 Tick..

Minutes turning into hours
Each one faster than the one before



 The constant motion from...

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I can only hope to find something so deeply hidden inside myself
that it is beautiful enough and terrible enough
to strike your interest,
scribbling it out in...

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Lyric Epic Poem 


The gospel starts, a river flows,
Of silver, bright and ever pure,
The greatest song the spirit knows,
A legacy that will endure.

A kingdom grand,...

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(From the novel:  The Truth About Make-Believe by Mickey Grubb)



Standing in the middle of the rear seat,

the tiny legs moved quickly from side to...

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There's room in my chair if you'd like to sit too
The space that is open is contoured to you
An afghan to cover us cozy and...

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