21 result(s) for Fear Poems.
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Veils of Comfort
In shadows whisper, soft yet near,
A lie of solace, feeding fear.
Wrapped in warmth, a shroud so tight,
The heart beats dim, obscured from light.
Promises held by trembling hands,
In tranquil tones, a harsh truth stands.
With every sigh, the fabric frays,
A comfort spun through anxious ways.
Beneath the surface, storms abide,
In gilded dreams where fears reside.
Yet hope resides in verses penned,
To lift the veil, let healing mend.
Echoes of Dread
A scream echoes in empty halls,
shadowed whispers leap from walls,
the air thickens like fog, clutching at my throat.
Each footfall a drum in the silence,
pulsing the heartbeats of unseen ghosts.
Light flickers—an uncertain ally,
illuminating corners where darkness shrouds,
fingertips of terror reach out,
tangling themselves in the silence's embrace.
Embers of fear ignite in the quiet,
replaying past sorrows, unyielding,
a symphony of anxious breaths,
a solitary dance on the precipice of panic.
I walk through the remnants of murmurs,
howling specters claw at my resolve,
a haunted mind, a fragile mirror,
reflecting the echoes of paths unworn,
where nightmares still gather their strength.
Whispers in the Dark
In shadows deep, where silence sighs,
A whisper curls, like mist it lies.
Haunting thoughts, on fragile wings,
Dance in the dark, where terror clings.
The air grows thick, with secrets spun,
Each heartbeat echoes, we come undone.
Eyes wide shut, the cloak draws near,
Silent screams that only we hear.
In this abyss, our fears take flight,
Ghostly shapes that haunt the night.
Yet in the dark, a light may gleam,
Hope hides within each shuddered dream.
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Whispers of Regret
In the silent halls where shadows creep,
Memories linger, dark and deep.
Echoes of laughter, whispers of tears,
Fleeting moments swirled by fears.
Once vibrant, bright, like a sunset's glow,
Now faded whispers of long-lost woe.
Each step a tremor, each breath a sigh,
Haunted by specters as years drift by.
Faces of old slip through the mist,
Fingers grasping for a fleeting kiss.
Yet in the corners where shadows dwell,
Lies a tale only the heart can tell.
Fractured reflections in the looking glass,
Time’s cruel grasp wields a heavy past.
The chains of regret bind tight in the night,
A heart once fearless now gripped by fright.
But beneath the fear, through the veil of shade,
Lies the foundation of strength once made.
For in every sorrow buried deep below,
Springs the resolve of the soul’s true glow.
So rise from the ashes, let shadows retreat,
Embrace the past, let it mold your beat.
For memories linger, yes, they may sting,
Yet they weave the tapestry of tomorrow's wing.
Echoes in the Dark
In the stillness of the night,
my heart is a drum,
pounding against the ribs,
a wild call to the unseen.
Shadows stretch like whispers,
cloaked in a heavy silence,
a cacophony of dread sings
a hymn I know too well.
Footsteps echo
in the hollows of my mind,
a breath held so long
it could shatter glass.
Each flicker of the candle flame
dances with my anxiety,
its glow a fragile lie,
hiding the monsters clothed in night.
Yet in this cage of tremors,
I find the courage to breathe,
the quiet strength of resilience,
woven through threads of fear.
Let the silence scream,
for I am still standing,
a heartbeat in the dark,
a defiant spark.
Winged Shadows
In the stillness of night,
where whispers weave through shadows,
my mind, a darkened sky,
upon which nightmares take flight.
Clawed thoughts flutter,
perched on the edges of slumber,
glowing with the embers of dread,
they stir the silence to scream.
Each room morphs,
becomes both sanctuary and prison,
a dance of flickering candlelight,
as memories claw back to life.
Ghostly figures glide past,
with eyes like hollow moons,
they murmur secrets of fear,
tangled in the sheets of my mind.
Yet in the depth of chaos,
a fragile thread of dawn,
whispers that awakening is near,
as nightmares fade with quiet breath.
Suspended Silence
In the hush between heartbeats,
where shadows stir with a breath,
time holds its breath,
a fragile echo,
a whisper of uncertainty.
Moments stretch, taut as a bowstring,
each second a thread,
a tapestry of the unsaid,
a grip on the chest,
hands clutching emptiness,
a world spinning half-formed.
Eyes widen,
the horizon blurring,
as if the universe leans in—to listen,
just at the cusp of dread,
in the grip of night’s chill.
And here we linger,
braced against the storm,
where fear finds its purpose,
in the breathless pulse of now,
a dance suspended,
where tomorrow waits,
breathless too.
Moonlit Shadows
Whispers
In the night
Ghostly figures dance light
Casting shadows of longing dreams
Silent fear
Whispers in the Dark
In the midnight hour, shadows weave,
A tapestry of whispers, hopes that grieve.
Ghostly phantoms dance with silent sighs,
Each flickering candle a fading prize.
Fear unveils its chilling face,
In corners where soft light finds no grace.
A heartbeat echoes, quickens the mind,
As the dark embraces what we leave behind.
Memory lingers like a ghost on the wall,
In the stillness, we hear their soft call.
Yet beneath their watchful, spectral gaze,
Lies the courage that won’t fade away.
So let us breathe in the night’s embrace,
For within the shadows, we find our place.
In fear’s cold clasp, we learn to fight,
For dawn will rise, chasing shadows with light.
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Whispers of Dread
Shadows
Silently creep
Breathless whispers of night
Chill the spine, provoke the heart
Flee or fight
Whispers in the Void
Flickering shadows dance in the night,
Eerie silence wraps the room tight.
A chill in the air whispers woe,
Rumbling echoes of ghosts long ago.
In this stillness, secrets loom,
Nevermore will they escape the gloom.
Whispers in the Dark
Footsteps echo, but no one's there,
Shadows dance with a chilling flair.
Whispers weave through the midnight air,
In haunting silence, we lay bare.
Beneath the pall of a moonlit stare,
A heartbeats' quicken, a silent prayer.
In alleys dark, where none would dare,
Fear grips tight, yet we must bear.
Shadows of the Unseen
In the quiet corners of my mind,
the whispers weave like smoke,
a tapestry of shadows,
a flicker of uncertainty.
I walk the edge of twilight,
every breath a shiver,
every rustle in the dark,
a promise unfulfilled.
Outside my window,
the world wears a veil,
at the cusp of night,
where light dares not tread,
there, in the periphery,
lurks the weight of possibility,
each unanswered question
clutching at the seams of reason.
What is it that breathes,
between the lines of silence,
or slithers beneath the calm
of a starlit sky?
I shudder, all senses heightened,
in this sacred dance of fear,
knowing well the taste
of the unknown,
and yet, I remain,
as the shadows pulse,
clinging to the edges,
waiting for dawn,
a gilded reveal.
Whispers of Nightfall
As night descends, the shadows start to creep,
In whispered tones, they share their weary dread,
Where secrets dwell, and darker dreams do seep.
The moonlit paths, where even angels weep,
Unraveled fables in the silken thread,
As night descends, the shadows start to creep.
With every rustle, silence stirs the deep,
Unseen eyes glint, where common fears are fed,
Where secrets dwell, and darker dreams do seep.
Each haunted breath, a chilling promise keeps,
The fading light ignites what once was said,
As night descends, the shadows start to creep.
Beneath the stars, the mind begins to leap,
To realms unknown, where lurking whispers tread,
Where secrets dwell, and darker dreams do seep.
So heed the call, from darkness still and steep,
For tales of woe in silence must be spread,
As night descends, the shadows start to creep,
Where secrets dwell, and darker dreams do seep.
Nightmare's Grasp
Flickering shadows dance on the wall,
Eclipsed by the whispers that threaten to call.
A shiver runs deep, clutching the heart,
Revelations of darkness, tearing apart.
Petrified breath, as silence screams loud,
Outstretched the hands of a lurking dark cloud.
Muffled cries echo, a desperate plea,
Sinking in dreams where nothing feels free.
Whispers of Dread
In the shroud of creeping night, where shadows twist and bend,
Fear takes root, a silent plight, a darkness without end.
Whispers crawl on chilling breath, with truths that haunt the mind,
Ghostly echoes weave through death, leaving solace behind.
The moon, a witness, pale and frail, drapes silver on despair,
Each footfall marked by tales of wail, in silence, none can bear.
The heartbeats quicken, shadows dance, in corners cold and deep,
As chilling thoughts in shadows prance, and snatch away our sleep.
With every creak, the whispers climb, unspoken fears emerge,
In darkest hours, they twist in rhyme, in silent, heartless surge.
Oh, let the dawn break through the veil, and banish night’s cruel kiss,
For in the light, we must prevail, seeking solace, finding bliss.
The Dance of Shadows
In the dark where shadows creep,
Whispers echo, secrets keep,
Dreams unwind in twisted flow,
A phantom waltz where fears bestow.
The moonlight flickers, pale and thin,
A gathering storm where nightmares begin,
Figures twirl with hollow eyes,
In the silence, a thousand cries.
Step by step, the darkness sways,
Each heartbeat quickens in eerie ways,
With every turn and every glance,
The mind succumbs to terror's dance.
Fingers brush against the night,
Shivers spark, igniting fright,
Yet in this dream, we whirl and sway,
In the dance of shadows, we lose our way.
But dawn creeps in with gentle light,
And chases away the claws of night,
Though fears may linger at times' advance,
Brave souls emerge from the dance.
Whispers on the Stairs
In the silence of night, phantom footsteps creep,
A chilling reminder of secrets we keep.
Shadows flicker, and the air feels thick,
Each creak of the wood, a memory's sneak.
Ghosts of the past weave through the air,
Unseen companions that linger in despair.
At the edge of the dark, a whisper then calls,
A presence beside me as the evening falls.
Heartbeats echo in the still, frozen air,
Fear dances lightly where hope used to dare.
Whispers of the Unseen
An unseen presence brushes past my spine,
A shadow flickers, haunting every line.
In mirrors, echoes of what is not there,
Yet fear resides where light does intertwine.
The darkened corners shiver with each breath,
A whisper close that tempts my heart to pine.
With every creak, the stillness grips my chest,
I turn, but there’s only the night’s design.
What stirs the silence? Breaths caught in the void,
When solitude becomes a dark confine.
Oft I wonder, am I the hunter or prey?
In the theater of nerves, I trace the sign.
Worry Weight
In a small corner, shadows grow,
A heart feels heavy, moving slow.
Worries buzzing like bees in flight,
Crushing dreams that twinkle bright.
The weight of fears, a mountain tall,
Makes the brave little heart feel small.
But when the sun begins to rise,
It lights the path, and hope won't die.
So let the clouds drift far away,
And let the heart find joy in play.
With tiny steps, and a breath so deep,
The worries fade, and peace we'll keep.
Behind Closed Doors
In the hushed embrace of twilight,
where silence wraps around shadows,
whispers of doubt linger,
each door—an unturned page,
a forgotten chapter waiting to unfold.
Pulsing hearts pulse louder,
echoing against the brittle frame
of memories we hide,
cracking under the weight of unseen hands.
What terrors thrash beneath the surface,
each creak and groan a beckoning?
Beneath rusted lock and stubborn bolt,
afraid to look, I linger,
imagining monsters born of solitude,
or the glimmer of long-lost dreams,
a flicker of hope dimming like a fading star.
We are all guards of our own fortresses,
of laughter that falters,
of scars that throb,
behind every closed door, darkness fester,
but light seeps through the cracks,
amidst the chaos of confined breath,
awaiting the courage to find a key.
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