#dread poems on Hello Poetry

Julian Revà Apr 2018

There's a gap between what
I fear and what I think
to fear; there's a night, sure,
between those tiny things

Because to fear is to live,
as the leaf
in the burning forest
still breathing, fearing
not the death, but leaving the living

I do not fear the death
I just fear the night falling over
my sholder, my head; my integrity
what it means being me

I fear those things I'm not certain of
(as the rest of living things I think)
But scarier is to know
that we truely do not know
the certainty of all
the things we say we know

And of all those nocturnal dreads
there are a few that keep me awake
waiting for an answer that will never come
as the lost remembrance of an ancient love
as the farther forefather of a forgotten folk
as the man watching through my window
in a windy storm passing by the city

There's a lot of dreads at the midnight
that keep me awake thinking
about things that I should not
but I think all the condamned
are bound to write about nightmares
and imaginariums that does not belong to us
but yet, they're ours to transform

And maybe one day the dreads will go
far away from our city, as the storm
maybe one day we will burn as the leaf
and then we will stop fearing
what we do not really know

#night #dread #afterthought

Nayana Nair Apr 2018

Soon

There is a thought

that holds my hands

sometimes to save me from drowning,

sometimes to drag me down.

The thought that

all you say

and all I say

will be part of all the noise

that this world has already lost.

This world that had witnessed us together

will soon forget us.

And we won’t feel a thing a that time,

however we may dread that day right now.

#drag #dread #drown #feel #hand #hold #however #noise #now #part

The Unsung Song Mar 2018

You/I Exhaust Me

You.
Exhaust.
Me.

From your words,
to your body language,
to your ******* presence.

You.
Exhaust.
Me.

I live day to day,
dreading talking to you.
I live day to day,
scorning you.

The only reason I tolerate you,
is because I have to.

You.
Are.
Me.

I live day to day,
dreading waking up.
I live day to day,
shying away from mirrors.

I.
Exhaust.
Myself.

#tired #hate #hatemyself #myself #loath #dread #anger #upset

Danielle Mar 2018

Dread

It shimmers just below the surface.
Damp fish scales
And that feeling of cold bile,
Rises to the surface.
That dreaded thought
Which you knew was the truth

We all have those moments where we have to confront a truth that we knew, but didn't want to acknowledge.

#dread #truth #thoughts

Melodie Fowles Mar 2018

Final Plea

I feel empty and alone
I've lost myself
My heart turned to stone

So much is spinning inside my head
Fear, anger, loathing and dread
I've kept it inside
Kept it to myself
When all I need
Is to scream it out

But no one cares
I never get a second thought
So I just keep it to myself
With these emotions
I've always fought

Sick to my stomach everyday
Thinking of all
That is coming my way

Your anger, my pain
Feeling so insignificant
And small every time
I'm not a criminal
You can't blame me for any crime
I've served my sentence
And it was the hardest hill
I've ever had to climb

Even though I've let it go
My stomach lurches
And the pain still shows

The scars inside of me betray
The hold you have on me
To this very day

Why can't you see
What you've done to me
And let me go
So I can fly free

Away from you
Then maybe you could see
That this is my life
And this is my final plea.

#poem #poetry #pain #anger #dread #fear #heart

T R S Feb 2018

Clockwork Hen

Sometimes there's a seamstress sewing in my head
Quilting batted blankets of existential dread
Comforters and covers cover all of our cold dead
They're neatly surged and finished in copper linen thread

#schizophrenia #dread #angst #sewing #heartache

R K Feb 2018

Untitled

I've learnt to know dread like I've learnt to break bread,
For fear, it's unsaid, cause kids go unfed,
cops are mislead about the bloodshed, lay dead, not a sound skinhead.

I've learnt to be on my own, like I've learnt to hate your throne,
I'd think I was made of stone for not the broken bones. No numbers in my phone, I walk into the unknown, no fear for I am alone.

I've learnt to know pain like I've learnt to love rain,
Cause it hurts to wash stains of the blood from split veins, but the burn from thin canes won't keep me in chains. Still sane,
this is the end of your reign.

Keep your chin up.

#ftw #pain #dread #love #hurt #rain

haley Feb 2018

Vulnerability

I can hear him knocking at the door
I feel the rhythm of the beating in my chest and head.

It overwhelms me, bleeding down into my core,
my heartstrings hanging by a single thread.

I cannot handle your lingering presence anymore.

I am exhausted from a constant state of dread;
an endless game of tug of war
contemplating all of the things I’ve left unsaid.

Compiling a collection of unfinished memoirs
abandoned and stranded in my mind instead.

He is here, choosing which wounds to reopen into deeper sores
I lay awaiting the temporary passage of this bloodshed.

#vulnerability #depression #sadness #wounds #memoirs #dread #contemplation #entity