Phobia Poems - Poems about Phobia

Phobia? Irrational? When was that the case? Empire, art thou factional? Fractioned by the chase? Satisfaction? Where to find? Thousand-faced, age-lined? Freedom lurking in thy mind? How the dark sun shined... Vehicles, flutter about! Effect what ye can! Ailing aged, random rout? O for, fate of man! Shark in shallow waters? He escapes from the tide? Be-tentacled slaughters? Deep wounds in his heart wide? Transformation! Metamorph! Poems writ in blood! Causality, how you...

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Drowning in Fear This feeling of sudden, impending doom corners me with strong arms. A deep seated ache of guilt for what wrong doing, I know not... begins tearing at my insides like a sharp toothed rat with fire looming at its back and no escape but through the walls of my stomach. I'm weakened by...

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you always notice black marks on the floor checking, in case they scurried with evilness but don’t look at me, no no no, I double-took earlier and to be honest I’d rather carry the village church up the stairs wearing flip flops ...

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In marriage, there's fear People always have regrets Think mud in water....

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His deep sunken eyes Triggered to that old hang house When night off get byes....

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Life flows in the self-made furrow You make from the known for tomorrow The journey you dither to take beyond familiarity For knowledge is a sense of security. The challenges build daunting barrier You strive boldly, but can't cross over You may try to change the track to win The venture you don’t risk for the unseen. Some known roads will collapse...

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One day while out walking His left foot started talking Within the space of one week It was spouting in Classical Greek Kept him awake that long night Trying to converse with the right Thermal socks failed to muffle that dread voice Leaving him with only one unenviable choice To save his sanity before it was too late A do it yourself...

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Oh, without this jet phobia, here's what I'd do: Go traveling to Bimini, then on to Peru. We'd hop on an aeroplane, and be there by noon. We'd take in the sights, hike up Machu Picchu. It sure would be fun if I could go with you… The aeroplane's my enemy; I know this is true. The pilot's a nightmare, and...

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Growing up, I never believed in monsters, at least, not in the kind that lived under my bed and in my closet. No, the monsters I was terrified of were the same ones my parents acknowledged: the bus-stop child predators, "bad people" on the news; the most chilling collection of scary stories...

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Zen-A-Phobia Bring me home, to live with you in gardens of blue- light blue. Magnify the plot Of treasures stored Gifts of giving Giving, giving, Evermore, evermore…...

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I have always gotten lost easily. I recall feeling frustrated and inept as a young driver. Over the years, frustration morphed into heart-pounding, fear that became like an insurmountable wall. Directions provided by patient, well-meaning people have often included "You CAN'T miss it." Oh, really?! How many times have I driven in circles in a strange place feeling scared, incompetent, and...

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In a room alone, suddenly you see two bright eyes peeking inside. But vigilant eyes find only a sheath of light. Still you wonder ……it is what it is or…………..is it? Going up on thirteenth floor in an elevator. Look up and you know it would surely...

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you've exposurephobia you need it to be over seeking out the closure you're fake and you're a poser it shows to those that know you but you're convinced not true living your life a delude in armour we see through exposed to all but you...

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One in each bedroom. Where am I to sleep? Little listening devices, dot lime green light Steadily gazing down at me all night Surveillance recording my data to keep Smoke alarms linking conspiracy Three roomed spies, tracking my actions Informed by portion, a mirror refraction Crackle of speaker tells me they're listening Walking beneath their sinister signal Rubs a demure smoke...

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I have had a thing about knives since childhood. No idea why but they terrify me; I am never able to hold one Without dropping it feeling a slow steady hand coaxing one to easily and gladly slice my throat I never watched horror movies, for I grew up in the sixties When Vincent Price was the only...

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