Fears Poems - Poems about Fears

Dear Music You search for me And stretch my soul To explore mountain summits never imagined You touch my wounds And navigate the pain To discover a sacred space of peace and healing You kiss my fears And nudge my secrets To chase formidable currents down a noble river You collect my bliss And scatter my joy To soar exposed without a need for concealment Dear Music You search...

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Enveloping me in a cloudburst, my minacious blues held a funk. Dribbles are now torrential, a rainstorm in my brain. Overactive mind, l’m exhausted. Let me go right now fears!...

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In a realm of shadows and fears, footsteps tread unceasingly, Small fears like dried leaves gather beneath the steps of autumn, I am not a person, but a lost dream, among desires and shivers, I fear small, ordinary, human things, like a wandering stranger. I love adventures, transformations flow like a river to the unknown, Yet I resist when opportunity...

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I will not speak of foreign lands, of the fears of other hidden worlds, But I will sing of the red eyes of envy, flames that burn in silence, Of the sharp edges of broken hearts, carving dreams, Of the poison born from them, the spiral of madness that lures us. The twisted thoughts of the aimless, an unseen...

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my love life is like a plot in a grand novel, where dawn stands tall, yet dusk must kneel and grovel. each chapter of it dims as twilight nears, unleashing darkness that feeds on the carcass of waning years. yet expectation remains high... ...

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I felt the darkness growing wild, Flooding my thoughts with doubt and despair I felt the shadows start to invite, My heart was burning with fear and pain. I felt the light fading – so dim Pouring out worry and depression I felt the music diminishing, silence beginning My heart was a distant ache, hope vanishing. I felt the wonder disappearing like a...

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While wisdom may not be enough to calm your fears, It can make your heart shed many tears. But most important of all dears. Is that I love to wait. Don't make me hate. Someone said that being wise, is not always a prize. And yet I find it true, to be with someone like you. We love and...

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So many tears – throughout the years Tears of doubt when I hoped to find out That love would win – against my sin Tears of yearning in my heart, gently burning Filling me with an ache – but I didn’t break Tears of compassion who’re never out of fashion Though understanding left my soul withstanding So many tears who could quiet...

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Anxiety Reverse acrostic You allow the future to press in on you while allowing The past to crowd in from behind and you are Entirely consumed by Irrational fears that cause excessive Xerosis of the mouth and severe Nausea and Alters your perception of reality ...

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Does anything fear a man? Making him any softness Of manhood? And dignity? Extruding a bit deference from him? Does poverty do that? And power? and death? And anything else potentially gets that? Bring in a man a bit despair? Or a bit sorrow ? a bit sad? Truly Sorry for the requests I ensure a...

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In the glow of your blue eyes, A spark ignites the sky With laughter, warmth and grace, You light up every stage Thank you for your gentle heart, Inspiring me to play my part Your smile’s a shooting star, You have changed my life, Just as you are Dreams take flight with your warmth near, You’ve embraced my dreams, and my tears, And every time your...

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absolute anagogic realism calls to me I adore mystical stories and mythology the occult has kept me hostage over sixty years a belief in soul death is not one of my fears many who claim to have faith do not seem to believe in soul life after death, for they often overly grieve my personality believes in a psychic realm you would...

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Don't judge me but – Is that girl over there expecting? Or should I be inspecting my own projected fears, cradled by society's repetitive scrutiny of the female form?...

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As an adopted child, I often feel a sense of longing, A yearning for a connection to my roots, my history, I am a puzzle piece that doesn't quite fit, A piece of a family that I am not biologically a part of. I look around at my siblings, my parents, And I can't help but wonder where I truly...

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In shadows deep where whispers blend, A haunting dream steals through my night. It haunts me still, it will not end, And casts a veil of silent fright. A haunting dream steals through my night, Its echoes dance with shadowed grace, In every corner of my space. It haunts me still, it will not end, Each whisper sharp, a ghostly trace, That lingers in...

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