Nightmare Poems - Poems about Nightmare

As my body shakes violently, In the midst of sound sleep; ...

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Deep in a wood both dark and dreary, I stumbled on til beyond weary, Seeking the path that brought me in, Finding it not my hope grew thin. When before me burst into sight, A mystery in the fading light, Arising from the forest floor, Out of place even more, Than the silence and the still, Though summer held I felt a chill, For a...

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My terror grows with each passing night, As slow, steady darkness steals away sight. Footsteps and whispers add to my fright — Is there an end to such desperate plight? How long, too long, till dawn’s early light! I clutch my candle in trembling hand, And watch the shadows dance to understand What I envision as its light expands Through the room and...

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I remember the night he tore me from light, From the home of a friend to the jaws of the night. A grip like a vice, no mercy, no grace, My head in a whirl, blood drained from my face. He cursed as he dragged me by handfuls of hair, Shoved me toward steel with a murderous glare. He swore...

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Of A Confused Nightmare Dream (A Thought Provoking Tanka Trio) Is sleeping dreamless, Short-lived life’s resurrection, Or death’s fantasy? Can living fake its own death In confusing nightmare dreams? I thought I was dead. Do the dead have dreams of life Or just it’s nightmares? Irrespective of it all, It all seems so confusing:- In life’s awareness, Sleep can be as confusing, As “the living dead”: Is it possible for...

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Dark shapes twist and crawl in the corners of my mind. Silent whispers fill the air, cold and choking. ...

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Eye's closed fast asleep in a nightmare I am breathing deep Decending spinning never hitting the ground I am trying to Scream but I'm making no sound. Voices that taunt me they come from my past I can't see their faces as I am Falling to fast I reach out for something to help stop my fall I grab...

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Myriad of wired scenes consumes me Stained by Hades , shadows lurk Within a lunar widescreen of a dream--- Voices raking with madness...lost On phosphorus wisp of evening Despite frail light in the shade- Bleak visions cascade on damp floor Ghastly these shadows crawling Through serpentine weaves , as if To pluck my soul, their angst unreleased: I slither into deeper caves of...

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In my dream the deception was deep, This girl was healed through the enemy, And everyone believed that this healing came from God, She was showing proof that her sickness was gone, She was passing around a rope that was plated in the middle with gold, But the rest of the rope looked rugged and old, I knew it looked strange...

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I had a dream last night. When I looked into the mirror, I was wearing a denim mid-skirt with boots, and a dramatic yellow top with feathers—things I would never wear, least of all on a steaming summer day. I looked around and found myself on the dock, where my grandparents live in Keelung, Taiwan....

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I dreamt of a siren with crystal skin and quaint braided hair. her eyes, slow swirls of undying azure, coiled around, her salt-sweet chorus tightening at my throat The alluring notes pierce through my rasp scream— In cold sweats I wake up nauseous— My vocal cords enfolded in her skin. ...

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As the dark veil covered the sky, I was left with no choice but to resign to fate. The enemy was relentless in their pursuit— My platoon scattered after the strike on Khartoum. Only two bullets remain~ One to kill another, The other for myself. I was lucky to find an abandoned trench— wide enough to let my eyes rest. Too fatigued to resist...

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A Nightmare Before Christmas What an awesome movie. Beyond creativity. Released in 1993. Animated movie 100 times. Is it a Hallween movie? Is it a Christmas movie? You decide. It could be both dark and light. So many characters. A really cool plot about him and her. In between the lines. Was alove story. One...

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These days I often find myself lying on my pristine rock, hard bed thinking about why the world would ever care about someone like me. I wonder how my thoughts ever drifted this far. Maybe social media? Or my own self-conceit, brimming with forbidden passions even van Gogh or Picasso couldn't imagine. Yet, I only say that because I can't...

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This entropy, it's endless. I'm captive in your void of sleep. My eyes are strung open, My hands clung to you But I'm drifting off, I'm drifting far away, Away from here, and as hard as I grasp onto you, I know I won't be back. Every time it happens. I can't think straight, I am so far off, And if I can't be me, I can't...

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