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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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patient great horned owl
night world's silent predator
death arrives swiftly...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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