Best Night Terror Poems
I wake, my eyes rapidly wandering;
Avidly searching for the source of the tapping.
Held captive by the sight demon with it's repulsive hellish guise.
Lingering; Hidden amongst shadows it stares while I let loose my cries.
Raising my shield of comfort, blocking my eyes hoping it'd flee.
Yet still it lingers; feeding my fears; arousing my terror in me.
My creativity betrays me; misconstruing reality for fiction.
Bringing forth a multitude of tormentors of my terrified imagination.
Monstrous shadows and sharp fanged demons are my walls new décor.
They beckon; imploring to be an audience to my shrieks once more.
Shivers travel down my spine, I whisper, “Who goes there?”
The shadows take form; a beast with crimson eyes and the size of a bear.
Turning, raising it's claws; claws tinted with the souls of victims past,
It grins, bearing his jagged teeth, advancing; helplessly I yell, “AVAST!”
“Demon of the night avast! Depart! Withdraw yourself from my quarters!”
Yet still it creeps, pacing closer to the foot of my bunk; disheartened I cower.
Retreating under the warm embrace of my shield, terror torments my mind.
A silhouette rises, looming over my carcass; a vulture awaiting to dine.
Tightly shutting my eyes, begging the reaper my soul quickly take.
It's claws begin tear through the hull of my shield; I wake...
Night Terror.
You need no introduction.
Into my slumber,
With skulking cats eyes.
Now,
You build a charnel house.
Bricks and mortor, sinister.
Laying claim to my dreams.
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I suffered terribly with night terrors at such a young age.
I feel they dictated my life for quite some time.
This is one of my more personal poems.
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Personification; please?
I dont know if there is currently a contest for personification poetry.
If not, I would love to see one set up.
Unfortunatly, i feel i do not have the capacity to run one myself... yet.
Thank you for taking the time to read my post, Jamie.
(P.S. I am brand new to soup, as you most likely can tell.)
The phasing of my nightmares
Through to conscious time
Has stolen my last dreamscape
As this child screams inside
My creations always singing
Of the fear that still hides
Behind incentive’s reason
To pretend I didn’t die
This place without a meaning
Dressed in ashen love
Locking up its history
And mopping up my blood
The burning of my nightmares
Into this black hole
Reveals the bold reflection
Of the horrors in my soul
I’ve shaped my own existence
Using broken hearts
The red abyss now laid before me
Is everything I am so far
The truth is all around me
The night terror took my dreams
This child is now a monster
And alone I need to feed
I'm standing barefooted on bathroom tile,
As a vaporous mist fills the cramped space,
Its yellow phosphorescent smell of bile,
Fills the frozen open nose on my face.
A mirror without a sink before me,
Floats upon nothingness within the fog.
It reflects the body below I see,
As I hang above in an astral smog.
Suddenly the corpus's hand is cupped,
Covering one eye with pallid fingers,
The other turns red and is looking up,
As its vampiric gaze on me lingers.
I awake paralyzed in profuse sweat,
Weeping and unmoving and soaking wet.
closed eyes camouflage
sleek and thick with velvet fur
puma alert
scream of a big cat
night walk takes on new meaning
night terror alert
Panic as I roam the ash covered streets on an endless journey through
smoldering buildings with a vile smell of burning flesh.
“Where is she!” with a constant skip of a record, building my anxiety to dangerous
heights as the very source of life in the body begins to beat to the point of
destruction.
Wanting to save her from the depths of hell on earth, at reach I am but too far to
embrace as I hear her cries.
With a sudden jolt of panic, I slam the lids of my tearful eyes open to a reality of a
realm in the present, which depicts a world not better than these terrors called
dreams.
Water running profusely from my tormented soul, as I lie in that salty liquid that
consumes the cloth hugging the cold clammy flesh of my body.
Misery fed by memories that invade my mind with such violence, relinquishing
emotions with intensity to overwhelming to contain.
These clear like spheres of water running freely down the tender skin of my face
leaving the eyes swollen and red as I gasp for air.
I’m alive just for today until I close my eyes and revisit hell, praying somehow that
god will save me and allow me to sleep in peace.
patient great horned owl
night world's silent predator
death arrives swiftly
Sometimes I would wonder,
what do I fear more,
the grim reaper,
or yet another,
dreaded night terror.
I was pulled out of a night terror once by my cats.
Had they not pulled me out I would have surly died of a heart attack,
but night terrors are now behind me I'm happy to say,
and I conquered my night terrors the following way.
I wrote on the palm of my hand, "Can You Read This?"..
.. which may sound crazy, but this is the science;
The mechanism in our brain which allows us to read,
is shut off when we are unconscious and dream temporarily.
Everyone is universally dyslexic when they dream,
because when you are unconscious there is no need to read.
During one of my last night terrors (I was sinking into quicksand),
I remembered to take a look at my hand.
There was something written there, But I Could Not Read It.
I only saw blurry letters all over the place all mixed up,
and at that very moment, just like that,
my night terror had vanished, but one day did come back,
but as it began,
I immediately gave a look at my hand.
That night terror didn't stand a chance,
it was over before it had even gotten started.
That was my last night terror and I wanted to share it foward,
with others who may be struggling with this demon,
as a possible night terror holistic treatment.
This approach may not work for everybody,
but with regards to yours truly,
night terrors are now approaching ancient history.
"Can You Read This?".. I'm tattooing that to my palm permanently.
Good bye night terrors, wish I could say it was sweet,
but all things, good or bad, come to an end inevitably.
Walking in the trees one day
I watched the weather change
A figure approached
White as a ghost, with a hand behind his back
Walking at angles odd to me
And humming a tune of sorrow
Trekking to a meadow of gloom
And daring me to follow
Looking up from his path, whispering
A lungful of wrath spent
"Mutter my name if you wish to stay"
"My name today, is Mister Grey"
Thinking on this turn of time
And the Hell that lay behind
"Mister Grey, what is the secret you guard so dear
in the palm behind your back?"
And I became seized
Seized by a site strange as could be
Mister Grey trembled and shook
But his eyes smiled at me
"Follow brother, swallow, see, and breathe this tale of agony"
And when I feel to stare beyond
The prison of stars, just to see
It stares back, with gavel and hammer
In a manner the same as he
If never a better time should come
To hold an impulse and control it
Spiral down the bounding stairs
To darkness at its fullest
And fear to see inside myself, compelling me to follow
I forsake and answer for a knowing look
And traced his step
To where the outline stood
A house, a house was built
Standing tall and still
On pins and needles, against its will
Standing on the step inside
Mister Grey stopped to speak
Mister Grey Trembled and shook
But his eyes smiled at me
"This is my home, it is my own, I never loved the family"
"Building walls over walls, getting hotter still the smell surrounds me"
"Shallow graves engraved in clay underneath the boards"
"Fight the fires of the gore, hitting harder hold the bottle steady"
"I weild the blade of God, I made from my hand"
"I stared into the pit tonight, the best dream I ever had"
Thinking on this feeling
And looking to my hand
If the world is a prison
Then life is a sentence
Save for the power to let this go
And drop the will of the guilty
Mister Grey trembled and shook
But his eyes smiled at me
A memory, not of mine
Sent for me like a smack of spite
The face in the river asks for a kiss
And im obliged to deliver
On an old windowsill of a crooked windowpane in a beaten house
Lies a window-moth on a dirty window cloth.
drained, defeated, and done
Time and again,
It tattered its wings and shattered its face,
plunged at the glass, losing its grace.
She's drawn to a dim light
spilled through a cracked window
into the darkness of the room.
Like a waking terror of the night,
With one half there and the other out of sight.
Hallucinating a pathway through fantasy
Seeking clarity in rays of insanity
Contained by a glass and wooden frame.
painfully numb,
with an urge to move forward
A consuming obsession,
to make it to the Moon.
That lambent orb in the skies
A brilliant ball full of lies
Ignorant to the impenetrable mass,
or the number of miles between the moon and glass.
No matter how much it desires,
No matter how much it tires,
No matter how large the power of will,
The glass is unbreakable,
the goal unattainable,
The truth unbearable.
The Godforsaken feeling,
of seeing, and believing,
yet never achieving.
a murdering cat
yowled in the middle of night
he gave me a fright
it sounds like a growl
could it have been a raccoon
I hide under my bed
a fight now for sure
I begin to shake in fright
animals scare me
The fear
Looking out, the day was dazzling with deep shadows
in the corners and under dead street lamps.
Reticent lips exploded gave birth to a scream which
Shattered the forenoon, only white heat remained.
Window glass dripped became petrified like
were fish eyes glared as the day was punished down an abyss.
Of black, shiny boots trampled all fragment.
But the fiend’s eye was forever glued to the inside
on my mind.