Fear Poems | Poemist

Popular Fear Poems

Fear

by Sara Teasdale

I am afraid, oh I am so afraid!
The cold black fear is clutching me to-night
As long ago when they would take the light
And leave the little child who would have prayed,
Frozen and sleepless at the thought of death.
My heart that beats too fast will rest too soon;
I shall not know if it be night or noon, --
Yet shall I struggle in the dark for breath?
Will no one fight the Terror for my sake,
The heavy darkness that no dawn will break?

......

The Pig

by Roald Dahl

In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:

......

A Timbered Choir

by Wendell Berry

Even while I dreamed I prayed that what I saw was only fear and no foretelling,
for I saw the last known landscape destroyed for the sake
of the objective, the soil bludgeoned, the rock blasted.
Those who had wanted to go home would never get there now.

I visited the offices where for the sake of the objective the planners planned
at blank desks set in rows. I visited the loud factories
where the machines were made that would drive ever forward
toward the objective. I saw the forest reduced to stumps and gullies; I saw
the poisoned river, the mountain cast into the valley;

......

A Monumental Column

by John Webster

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE SIR ROBERT CARR, VISCOUNT ROCHESTER, KNIGHT OF THE MOST NOBLE ORDER OF THE GARTER, AND ONE OF HIS MAJESTY'S MOST HONOURABLE PRIVY COUNCIL.

My right noble lord,

I present to your voidest leisure of survey these few sparks found out in our most glorious prince his ashes. I could not have thought this worthy your view, but that it aims at the preservation of his fame, than which I know not anything (but the sacred lives of both their majesties and their sweet issue) that can be dearer unto you. Were my whole life turned into leisure, and that leisure accompanied with all the Muses, it were not able to draw a map large enough of him; for his praise is an high-going sea that wants both shore and bottom. Neither do I, my noble lord, present you with this night-piece to make his death-bed still float in those compassionate rivers of your eyes: you have already, with much lead upon your heart, sounded both the sorrow royal and your own. O, that care should ever attain to so ambitious a title! Only, here though I dare not say you shall find him live, for that assurance were worth many kingdoms, yet you shall perceive him draw a little breath, such as gives us comfort his critical day is past, and the glory of a new life risen, neither subject to physic nor fortune. For my defects in this undertaking, my wish presents itself with that of Martial's;

O utinam mores animumque effingere possem!
Pulchrior in terris nulla tabella foret.

Howsoever, your protection is able to give it noble lustre, and bind me by that honourable courtesy to be ever

......

Disabled

by Wilfred Owen

He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.

About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-

......

Recent Fear Poems

If this choice I make

by Olith rateng

If this choice I make
I foresee a future dark
A life of pain and sorrow
A stomach that knows not food

If this choice I make
I may never see the coin again
Or dance the freedom of choice
In the streets of the rich

......

"A door without a threshold."

by Dylan Wu Rong

This life of mine, through their tinted glass,
was one of pure liberation,
yet right outside of those rims,
was the freedom that brought confusion.
A fish from the river, out in the sea,
swims around in circles, where to go?
Adored bird of the cage, escaped and free,
fears the clouds above, the land safer to be...
And it is not their fault- its burned in,
the limitlessness igniting a fear,

......

Tea of poison

by Fathima Valliyangal

Paranoia, oh lost friend,
Come back to me,
And we'll have a tea of poison or two
As we fall in the void of nothingness,
You and I we'll shiver with emptiness,
For Paranoia makes me cry,
but today she's going to make me pry
As you tell me how I'm falling apart
I'll tell you, honey, I've only just started,
this train wreck is so much more to come

......

afraid

by Mishka M

it is not the dark that terrifies me,
but the shadow it casts, stretching endlessly forward.
fear is not the thunder but the waiting for the strike,
the ache of a sky too heavy to hold its silence.
it is not the monster at the door—
it is the sound of the latch shifting,
the soft creak of wood that makes me freeze,
makes me pray to remain unseen.

fear is a seed that blooms in my chest,

......

linguistic structure

by Soulayma A.

I have recently learned how to make adjectives out of nouns;
the components are problem and a person, joining together to make a "problematic" one..
it's me, I'm the problem—atic one.

I developed my skills to create the problem and to solve it;
The fear and the one who is full of it is "fearful", while the one who is stripped of everything he once had will be called "fearless".
P.S. Both of them still have the root "fear-" inside of them.