Fear Metaphor Poems

POTD 23 Mar 2024 

THE PATH WELL TRAVELLED.

Two paths diverged, and I was thrown by doubts I had never known
To my left, thickly overgrown, was...

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It is 2 AM by the room clock,
Body, helpless, detached; done
Brain, still active. Heart wanting
the sweet melody of music. Alas,
the speaker needs the electric
embrace of...

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Trapped in my space suit
Tied down to the launching pad
Terrorized by the rocket
Paralyzed to the surface
The cold surface of my skin
Basks in the judgmental sun

Strapped...

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By Cherbo Geeplay


My wife whispered: somebody, go call Muna 
to come here. Let her tell her dad what she 
told me today. I asked: What’s...

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In the webbed corners of my brain 
There blooms a sinister flower 
Its petals dripping with venom 
 And thick roots entwined with despair 

Begins...

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I’m hanging on a rope of lies hanging on for dear life.

I don’t know what got me today but I gotta let go this rope...

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Intangible, running faster than the time,
and in the middle of my reality, I am living a lie,
like you'll come out and tell me you are...

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Cobwebs,
settle on my tongue, 
lines of sodden caramel, 
stick in their formation, clapping,
to each considered fiction,
protruding from,
my gum.
...

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Within the chambers of the skull, a hidden world resides,
A tapestry of thoughts and dreams, where reason often hides.
A mental landscape, vast and deep, with...

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It's like I'm in a cave,
pitch black
with the echoes of each footstep reverberating across the walls,
sounding like a thousand footsteps,
all behind me
where am I,
am I...

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Starting quite fragile, wet, bright and agile,
it met the first test of it’s life.
Death promptly flew down, pecked at the ground, 
a beak that glints...

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My idealistic mind dies on the vine
Day after day I worthlessly define
The rightful place for the needle 
The steady decay of idealistic people

Illusions of hope...

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She crackles in nerves,
fragile, they fear,
porcelain serves,
a brittle souvenir.
...

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the cracks begin to show   and flawless floors
are not what shift and shatter here

but fear   a frangible tear   gold...

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My Body Explained in Metaphor

My Life is an ever-changing hill.
I stagger up foot over foot
And hand over hand
If I’m lucky occasionally I trot down

My eyes...

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