Express your fear in a poem

[Thunderstorm]

The fear is there, it lurks beneath.
The fear, it tears, with its sharp white teeth.
It grabs, and pulls, till you fall to the ground
Then it drags you till you fall down down down
It rips your insides, but not physically a-do
It crawls inside you, and makes your soul shoo
Fear is always tearing your soul
Not until you realize you're in a dark dep hole...
And when the fear just pulls you back up
You just can't capture the emotions back into the cup.

What's your fear? (BTW made this myself in just 5 minutes, yes I'm a poet)
Try to express it in a poem

[runnerz]

When morbid fear wells up in one,
It's paralyzing.. a type of fear
urging every nerve in your body to run
Even when your mind yearns to draw near

So often I am made to be quiet
Not made by force, but made by me
When will my shyness fly away
Leaving for good, leaving me Free?

What can we say of fear to speak?
Of fear to smile? Of fear to seek?
What shall we say of these things, that cause
Loneliness and sadness, and of life, a pause?

Some dismiss fear as a trivial feeling
"Who cares what people think?" They say,
Yet, amidst the encouragement, I am still reeling,
"How can I fight? Will this fear stay?"

The answers are not easy, but answers must come,
else like this forever I will sorrow,
It will hound me forever -- the rest of my life
Oh FEAR, please be gone by tomorrow.

Haha this is such a coincidence. I wrote this on my comp exactly 2 months ago to the date. Haha you're a pretty good poet, it took me longer than 5 minutes to write mine. I like the last line in your poem especially.

[bluedevil6]

What is fear?

It is that cold hand reaching out from underneath the bed and grabbing your ankle.
It is that shapeless thing underneath the sheet.
It is your shaking hand reaching out tentatively to pull back the sheet.
It is the scratching behind the walls.
It is the thing that goes bump in the night.
It is that pile of dirty clothes on the floor that's shaped like a monster.
It is the glowing red lights that seem to be watching you.
It is the sound of the staircase creaking as someone makes a midnight bathroom trip ... but for all you know, as you lay in bed ... it could be the monster from your dreams, coming to your room.

Fear is what you do not understand.

[Breakeven]

whats my fear? they keep asking me stuff like that
but do u even know what its like when i lay down next to him and know hes not gonna stay
or what its like to not know who i am or what i want
and oh that feeling called numb i never wanna feel
or be that heartless girl that walks around
or live for money n forget about my beliefs
become like those people i dont look up too
and worse then that hold the words i wanna yell out loud and not fight enough!