Can We Conquer Fear ?

Can We Conquer Fear ? short poem

Photo by Su Bee Buzz!

When our mind becomes vulnerable
It marks the incidence of fear
We are petrified of everything
A mishappening seems near
There is a conundrum inside us
Life doesn’t seem clear

Fear engulfs our thought process
It takes away our wisdom
There is a feeling of distress
Uncertainty prevails inside
We lose our serenity in darkness

We have a wrong impression
This fear isn’t legitimate
It’s our own unruly creation
That captures our thought process
Abates all our motivation
We anticipate a mishap
That has a vague inception

Can we conquer fear ?
It’s a legitimate question
Are we captives of fear ?
Depends on our perception
Fear can be countered with happiness
Smile is our only weapon

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of janeshbakshi


Signup / Login to follow the poet.
A young budding engineer who loves to write. It gives me a temporary refuge from reality. While I self introspect, I end up using references from my own life into my stories and poems.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

4 Comments on "Can We Conquer Fear ?"

Notify of
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Shounak Paul

Great poem!!

prabitha balasubramanian

I really liked your poem. It’s very relatable.

Ramapriya Nr

good poetic message on fear


What’s The Difference?

Whats The Difference? long poem

The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really

U.f. Joe

U.f. Joe long poem

Meet Zask and Zisk, See them venture forth — They know little About the destination, Only that it’s an energy station On a big blue world Known to locals as Earth. “Look at that!” Exclaims Zask, “We are in luck

From My Journals ‘love’

From My Journals love short poem

The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half

From My Journals ‘anxiety’

From My Journals anxiety prose poem

The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain

From My Journals ‘cinnamon’

From My Journals cinnamon prose poem

He saw things in a way that others did not, he was the only one that saw my dreams differently, I became beautiful with the light of his smiling eyes. There my soul drifted render in angle to give the