A Fear Through Words
It is through fear I write this
Through fear I dare not speak these words
Or name the muse of who I pen them to
I hold a gentle and honest love to my heart
Such a love as yet untried and unknown
What good are my words when I cannot speak them
To my muse so beautiful so sweet, so divine
I fear I may lose them so completely
That I stay silent, bide my words so well
And watch with abject despair
My muse, object of my whole desire
Grow more distant with each passing day
And I fear I may lose all together
By speaking these words, these cursed words
I asked myself once, what I search for
Is it what I want or what I need in life
And there I saw my muse, a world of beauty
More than I could imagine or ask for
A gentle heart and loving nature
Those warm soothing eyes I look to
Do not see me as I would wish
I fear if they were to, see my innermost soul
My passion and my love for them
They would turn away and be lost completely
Which is why I write with fear
These words I dare not speak
poem by Matthew Holloway
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To repeat not only the good, but the failures of the past
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but also the surreptitious fear that I hide
I fear your dulcet words come too easily
I fear your heart speaks in the absence of context
in the candor of only the moment
so I love with forbearance instead of
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I fear my heart is too broken to trust you implicitly
I fear that I fear unrest less than stability;
that I evoke trouble and harbor misfortune
I fear that we started this romance too late,
but that we had loved each other too soon
I fear that I will love you just to lose you again
and thereby lose my worth which rests on you now
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and that my gifts are much less than you deserve
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To Afraid to Speak
There are words that my mouth is too afraid to speak.
I fear if I speak them then all that I know will be destroyed.
But then again I am also afraid if I don’t speak them I will never grow.
And without growth all I hold dear could fade away.
What should I do?
Should I live in fear and never speak the words?
Or should I take a chance and speak them in hope of growth instead of destruction?
I don’t know.
Who would believe a man as brave as I am would be afraid to speak three little words…?
“I Love You”
Burgeoning Love
To this I was unprepared
Yet I accept it as a truth
My heart has been inspired
And caught by your beauty
To this end I have fallen
You are my muse my desire
How fair and gentle you stand
Growing in my thoughts daily
Is this love or infatuation
When words of romance speak
To tell me of how we would kiss
How we would lay together
Held in each others arms
And those words we would speak
How meaningful they sound
You are beautiful and more besides
You have been woven to my life
I’d gift you my heart and soul
If you gift me your hand to hold
poem by Matthew Holloway
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A reluctant speech
A reluctant speech
~
I’ll make you a gift of my heart
My hand and soul an added option
I am reluctant to speak such words
For fear I may lose what little we share
You carry an extraordinary beauty
One of which very few possess
And there you stand in full abundance
Delighting my heart with ease
What beautiful thoughts are found
When I think to dream of you
I’d gift you the world, if I could take it
Rejoice in your smile and happiness
Protect you, when you are in need
How my heart would serve to honour
The romantic impulses I feel
This is all through you, a beauty felt
These words I reluctantly speak
For fear we may lose
What little we share together
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Paradox
In the dark, the deep, the gray
I will lose the fight today
For in the end I am weak
A pawn in the greater play of things
For in the end the words I speak
Are not the words I want to hear
The words I speak cut my heart
Through and through a driven spear
I try to seem so indifferent
But all I do is care
So when you leave the words I say
Should be my words of despair
I can't stand to watch you leave
But all I do is stand and stare
My eyes glass, my heart my fear
So easy to break despite my walls
The cage I built to protect myself
There is no floor, and I will fall
My walls will crumble in on me
For I build them to quickly
poem by John Dillenger II
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Srivastav
Electric,
Fornsic,
Genetic;
I know that you are very brilliant and,
I need your muse!
And like the sweet muse of your love.
The serpent,
Carried away!
But, the earth opened her mouth and swallowed the flood;
And the inhabitants didi watch.
Your love is so delicious to me!
Your act is so sweet to me,
Your muse is so lovely to me,
But, i am Srivastav with the muse of love;
And, i have some jobs for you to take care of.
So nice and so delicious! !
My works,
My words,
Your works,
Your words,
His works,
His words,
Her works,
Her words;
And like the sweet muse of love!
But the new ones are like a welcome message to you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The art of the muse
The art of the muse
~
Full figured and strong
open mind and heart
she is my Mona Lisa
a will to be counted
a voice not afraid to speak
kind and gentle in nature
still not to be crossed
she is beautiful
a captivating soul
her every essence holds
my thoughts follow
she is a work of art
my muse of words
still yet to be written
she is my life, my future
she is woman
beautiful, strong, desirable
she is perfection, passion
she is in a dream
all I could imagine
she is here forever
in my heart
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Fear Tell I Love You
fear to tell i love you
cost many thing
you can lose your lover because of fear
fear led to complicated heart
with your love words can be limited due fear
your lover can get another one b'se of fear
fear brings heart bit
poem by Ahmed Kakembo
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Friends of stones
It is not a paradise
although the sing of birds
It is not the Hell
although the song of birds
although the sound of waves
it is only our world
with many songs in the sky
with many birds in the dream
with many birds in really
It ‘s here that we are living
we are little, very little
we are old, very old
we are wandering,
wandering and loving
this space
we are also
friends of stones
friends of rocks
Fear is with us
But what fear?
A fear sweet
A fear black
or another fear?
Where is the fire of the fear?
Where is the fear of the fear?
Into our World
in a deep of monster
nobody know this
in this world of the words
in this words of the world
but what fear screechs
here and now
without your hands
of red sun?
poem by Jean Francois Le Goff
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Losing Life to Fear
In fear of being heard,
In fear of being understood,
In fear of not being heard,
In fear of not being understood,
In fear of being misheard,
In fear of being misunderstood,
In fear of hearing too much,
In fear of understanding too much,
In fear of saying too much,
In fear of saying too little,
In fear of being too enlightened,
In fear of not being factually correct,
In fear of being too bright,
In fear of being too ignorant,
In fear of being praised,
In fear of being bullied,
In fear of not being like others,
In fear of loosing my individuality,
In fear of being ostracized,
In fear of being camouflaged,
In fear of being the attraction,
In fear of being ignored,
In fear of being too different,
In fear of being too common,
In fear of following others,
In fear of disobeying others,
In fear of being too gullible,
In fear of being too stubborn,
In fear of being used,
In fear of being misused,
In fear of rewards,
In fear of punishments,
In fear of responsibility,
In fear of expectations,
In fear of being trusted,
In fear of being mistrusted,
In fear of your lack of response,
In fear of your over-reaction,
In fear of eternal silence,
In fear of noisy communication,
In fear of your acceptance,
In fear of your rejection,
In fear of exciting you,
In fear of upsetting you,
In fear of loving you,
In fear of hating you,
In fear of your love,
In fear of your hatred,
In fear of being loved,
In fear of being hated,
In fear of thinking,
In fear of existing,
In fear of living,
In fear of dying,
In fear of being myself,
In fear of being another,
In fear of knowing myself,
In fear of neglecting myself,
I lost my voice;
I lost my identity;
I lost my self.
I lost this life;
I lost my life;
I lost life's life.
poem by Suraj Samtani
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There's fear in my eyes
No sorrows in my life
No enemies to fight
There are thousand reasons to smile
Yet there's fear in my eyes
Sweet dreams to see
Beautiful day to live
There are many reasons to love
Yet there's fear in my eyes
No fire to burn
No darkness to curse
No valleys to fall
Yet there's fear in my eyes
A Mother to love
A Father to care
A sweet family to live with
Yet there's fear in my eyes
All friend with me
No enemies far mile
There are all relations of truth
Yet there's fear in my eyes
Showers of blessings on me
All smiling faces for me
All words of love for me
Yet there's fear in my eyes
But what I fear for I'm unknown
What? When all these things will go
And I'll be left all alone?
And for all these things I'll have to say bye! !
May be for this reason
There's fear in my eyes
There's fear in my eyes
poem by Differently Indifferent
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Fears of a teenage mafioso
Fear of love,
Fear of pain,
Fear of the unforgiving cane,
Fear of lies,
Fear of sighs,
Fear of those distraught eyes,
Fear for the unknown,
Fear for the known,
Fear of everything combined,
Fear is what makes me blind,
Fear is what makes me think,
and act in blind accordance,
Hindering the world around me,
Hence, My Fear of myself
Fear is when you run away,
Fear is when you’re scared to love someone,
Fear is when the sky turns grey,
Fear of confusion,
Fear is like a dark blue ocean,
Fear won’t let me escape
Fear mocks me, watching
Fear taunts me, waiting
Fear of losing,
Fear you cannot see,
Fear dealt upon thee.
Fear of darkness and death,
Fear of a dead comrade,
Fear of a gun being cocked,
Fear of being endlessly stalked,
Fear of time,
Fear of all the crime,
Fear of the undesirable truth,
Fear for the good.
Fear for the sake of life,
Fear of the neighbors next door,
Fear of the secretive man in the subway,
Fear of the revolutionary uproar,
Fear is to not rejoice your living,
Fear for the sake of your life,
But to fear is to forsake it.
Fear is to have no hope in life,
Fear of the fear of fear,
We need no reason to fear,
For fear has no reason for itself.
I guess life is just like that,
To fear for no reason,
For to fear is not to reason,
But to reason is to fear.
To fear for the sake of fear,
Is fear for fear,
So let me think,
What else do I fear?
What else do I fear?
What else do I fear?
poem by David daveres
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I Know Your Heart…
From your poetry
I know your heart
Words that heal or
Tear things apart
Words from fear
Uncertainty, doubt
Poetic words that
Unite, block out
Words of love,
Reverence, hope
Tiny words or
Large in scope
Words wisely chosen
Words that cause pain
And damaged feelings
Over and over again
Next time your mouth opens
Check heart before you speak
For things always go better
When one withholds critique
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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There is no Fear
The people of this world, if against they stand,
There is no fear, there is no fear, nothing like fear.
Although, we are counted cheap and rebuked,
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.
If to beg for food, would be a life attained,
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.
Loveable possessions if, are lost,
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.
2. If clothed bosomed damsels, cast their eyes
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.
Poison in the mouth, if fed by friends
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.
Shielded armies, if to attack approach
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.
On the acme of my head, if the sky did crash and plummet down
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.
poem by Subramanya Bharathi
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Lose The Fear
Bu bu bu bu, bu bu bu bu
Come back in,
As love get's thin and leaves you dry.
Found that space,
Only to owe you back inside.
You're fading like someone,
Who's given up on life.
And all you've ever left behind,
The scars that burn inside.
You're wishing for someone,
A taste of something better.
Lose the fear.
Bu bu bu bu, Lose the fear.
Bu bu bu bu, Lose the fear.
Bu bu bu bu,
Till it came,
Born to break in someway soon.
Lose the fear.
'Cause nothings easy in this world.
Bu bu bu bu, Lose the fear.
Bu bu bu bu, Lose the fear.
Bu bu bu bu, Lose the fear.
Bu bu bu bu, Lose the fear.
Bu bu bu bu, Lose the fear.
Bu bu bu bu,
song performed by by Feeder
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Your Beauty Had....
A time to talk and of the time to write,
A time to read and a time to learn,
Your beauty is all over me!
For we almost look alike and you are what the muse brought to me.
Your beauty had taken me up so high!
And it has also taken my breath away;
In delight and in words,
And in calmly waters to move me about with the sweet muse of love.
I high level of friction on this love is like a cry of joy! !
And the sweet muse of your love is all that it takes;
But the shape of your naked body tells it all,
And like the words of a bard searching for the land of beautiful flowers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Unspoken Muse
With fear, comes desire.
In those words you do not speak holds your power.
As the muse will push you to bounds unknown.
Only in dark times are we truly alone.
So their is light.
Even if we are not noticed.
Words will be still spoken.
Embolden by the thoughts of her.
Glistening upon all the emptiness.
A winters bitterness.
A survival of a long trial.
Endured and shared with the world.
Written in stages.
To be read by those through the ages.
The magic in these sages.
Hidden behind a perspective, a view.
It is part of you and everything you do.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Writing Frustrations I've Known
-It would seem, I've run out of words.
Nothing left to say.
I have lost my inner voice.
It's gone, completely astray.
Perhaps I should lay down pen and pad.
Never more write a rhyme.
On this poetry that I love
I shall spend no further time.
... not that I was ever truly a poet anyway
... it's just that, well, I did love it so;
... still, it feels the well is dry
... time to just let it go.
- So now, what of me shall be
Feeling empty in heart and head?
What purpose-without a word-shall be heard
With no way to express both hope and dread?
Where have the words gone
Must they ever stay away?
Who has taken my spirit's song
Why has the music of my soul nothing more to say?
... I try... seems of no use...
My mind torn asunder, literary abuse.
(this next part wrote a couple months later)
Listen, what do I hear?
Something is knocking at my gate!
A few months later now
But, not altogether too late.
A lonesome thought comes strolling in
From whence I cannot declare,
Just that it has arrived
With this simple message to share:
' What's a dime
To a lover of verse and rhyme,
And what's to fear
Of criticism drawing near?
For to write only for income
Would soon turn quite burdensome,
As surely as to not write for fear of ridicule
Would be to deny the voice within you.
The words may never turn a single head
But, don't dare believe they'll ever be dead!
God gives meaning to what he wants
Whether anyone else listens or not.
The way it is all spoke
By darling bards, or simple country folk,
Is well worth hearing
And so oft more than a bit endearing.
Don't worry about the rhyme
The perfect place or time,
Just give your soul in words as best you can
And those who should, will understand.
Those who don't
Just won't,
And that's o.k.
God speaks to them in other ways.
Trust his Spirit in all you do
Yes, this includes writing too,
Remember he promised he'd never leave you alone
Even in the simple words of your poems. '
-Pondering it over
I suppose this I've known all along,
Though thoughts may wander
True words are never gone.
Well, ya know what:
I believe I just might pick up paper and pen,
Good or bad, right or wrong...
Give it a go, once again!
poem by Smoky Hoss
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I Will Fear No More
I will fear no more of a love that I might lose or never had.
I will fear no more of a life that was not meant to be for me.
I will fear no more of a touch that I never felt.
I will fear no more for I will not permit it to get into my heart.
I will not fear that other woman that has taken my place.
I will fear no more of a broken heart for I am not easy to replace.
I will fear no more of what was or what could have been that is long gone.
My heart can not have fear for I am a child of God and he tells me to fear no more.
poem by Kimbaline Navas
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11.11.11
Today is the 11th of November 2011!
And, you were born at 11: 11 A.M.27 years ago! !
However, the kiss of your lips with my muse was like,
The sweet muse of love and care in the land of beauty!
For, you are all that i need.
At 11: 11 P.M. i found your nakedness to the world so sweet!
And like the words of love to satisfy my muse in the land of beautiful roses;
But, i have a lot to learn from you as well,
Because, you are 27 years old today and,
You are a virgin! !
You were born 27 years ago but,
The sweet love of your muse came and touched my heart!
And, you will always remember my kiss;
For, this love is all about you and i! !
And like words of peace in the land of unity,
For, i am always ready fro your love.
11.11.11!
And like the date reserved for many Germans to marry;
But all over the world are the works and words of love to move us on,
For, you are like the words so sweet to touch my lips!
And i will always remember you because, you were born on this day.
You came into this world 27 years ago in the land of survival! !
Naked to the world to respect your muse;
But, the joy of your birth had brought peace to your culture,
For, you have really made a mark to respect my muse.
You were born on the 11th of November 1984,
And today, you are 27 years olf to respect the muse of love;
But your first kiss came along like the works of peace,
Because, you waited for it for a very long time! !
And today, you are ready for marriage;
But, try to keep your virginity for the man of your heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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