fear poems

Experience and Paranoia – A Poem by G. S. Katz

Lately when I should be sleeping
I’m up and writing poems
Esoteric thoughts bleed through
While the owls are cruising main street

I’m not saying much these days
Letting the pundits spew their vitriol
Standing on the sidelines has merits
You don’t get hit with a pie meant for them

Living in NYC
Is like having a target on my chest
Terrorists want this prize
I just want a night’s sleep, dream free

Summer – A Poem by Robin Wyatt Dunn

Bold man and bold news
take out the trash
watch the sky for wind
water the tomatoes.

Heat rises into the apartment
I keep busy on the computer.

Long loves rinse clear in years
my hands older than my face.

Break out the pitcher plant face
to catch flies
and liars

practice gritting your teeth.

Whatever war is coming is inside
more than any gun
I fear who I’ll become
in summer.

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A Woman's Dream – A Poem by Raviera

To Whoever said come out of your dreams and live in the real
world…
Dreaming is the only time to feel real freedom…
I dream of a safe environment for my sisters and daughters.
I dream of freedom.
I dream of world where love and kindness is real.
I dream of a world where I can breathe freely.
I dream of a world where I am looked upon with respect.
I dream of a world free of envy, hatred and fear
A world of justice.
I dream, I dream and I dream…and…I wish my eyes never opened…
inspired by every woman’s dream…

Going In – A Poem by Marlena Nicole Guzman

That little room in the corner,
That little room where they hold your hand but move so quickly,
every time I enter a flush of fear runs into what I know is coming,
Swift,
It’s fast,
I cannot complain about their brevity,
they’re good and practiced but now it is my turn again,
again and again,
in and then done!
I always wake with the dizzy confusion but standing comfort that for
today…it is done,
what had brought me to this?
Electric shock for my mind but devastating trauma to my soul,
Until tomorrow then

Not to Begin | Daisy

the saddest tragedy
not able to even
take one step
to try to be something
you thought you
couldn’t
enjoy life at least some
never knowing what
might have been
or never was
because you
never tried

Through the Day | Sophia Masterson

what’s going to happen
tomorrow at work
what will people
think about my project
does anybody care
am i just someone
walking through
an apparition no one
sees and thus cannot
care about
do i matter in any way
will i fail miserably
will i be able to
make it through the day

Red Socks | Marilyn Dial

Those damn red socks
that stain a white wash
pink.
Not the color of
baby girl dresses
or ballet slippers
but pink,
Like the color of ribbons
and “save the tat tas” banners
and chemotherapy drinks
and Pepto Bismol
for stomachs that wrench
in fear at each new cough
and each new pain.
A red sock dyes
like a drop of blood
on a 12 year old’s panties
and alters her dreams
from the science of physics
to the science of stains
on her favorite sheet set
and the blood of birthing.
A red sock taints
like a cruel word spoken
in a lover’s exchange,
the rosy vision
of first romance spoiled
by mistrust’s tinge.
I hate red socks
and collateral damage
that forever sullies
the pure intention
of anti-terror campaigns,
the blood of children
whose dreams are forever
altered.
No bleach, no Neverland,
no kiss, drug or media spin
can void the dye
of a red sock that worms
through a load of white wash.

Meaningless | Chris Way

Can I squeeze the words out that describe what I feel
The sounds heard and vocabulary real
Is it not a struggle to pour myself out
Like a fluid I fill my vessel without a doubt
The noises made have to be trained to mean
Filling the paper for others to have seen
So in my shop I sit quietly waiting
What to do and where to go is what I’m debating
The world is open and free for me to adventure in
Filled with fires and drinking and all the deadly sins
The sun is setting for the night to begin
And as it does my face grows a grin
My demons are waiting for my arrival
I’ll be alone and hardly recognizable
I’ll be covered in the ash that was left from being burned
This whole lifetime is something to be learned
The fires weren’t bad and created a new
The morphing of the molecules given new views
Now the cycle is dormant waiting to start again
These words are meaningless and this is the end

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