Best Paralysis Poems

“Sleep paralysis is like a waking nightmare, except you can’t escape it.” – Unknown



Tonight, when the 
jilted bells toll, 
my decayed 
soul sighs,
I lay paralyzed 
beneath an estuary sky
of thin fluffy ruffles-
cashmere mattress 
of cotton coated clouds,
with stories over time-
like a silent slave chained 
to...

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When you look at your reflection in a mirror, what do you see?
I see a failure, and that failure is me.

I feel like I’m stuck yet I pace up and down.
My face is etched with a worrying frown.

The problem is I tend to fester and...

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Red digits glare at me
3:39 in the morning
I can’t feel my legs
My arms
I can’t move
My chest is a compressed spring, tight
It is hard to breathe
My door creaks open
No 
Footsteps on the wooden floors of my bedroom
No,not tonight. Please not tonight.
Terror fills my chest as the...

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My feet so heavy
My arms so heavy
My thoughts so heavy
My eyelids heavy levees
So no more tears.

Lying in bed
With a gun to my head
But I can't pull the trigger
Because my fingers are lead.

No use in crying
No matter what I do 
I keep living; I keep dying

I...

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Lemon and reef sharks
Upside down, enter tonic 
Immobility



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-4.php...

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Mind Paralysis
               by Odin Roark

Perhaps our alter ego spider
Spacewalking the ceiling’s moonscape of popcorn paint
Will spew its silent tether,
Another lure to temp our frozen stupor,
Perhaps draw out our insomniac-demon
For a tasty...

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fulcrum of the scent
bewilders the analyst ~
koel sings love songs

01-September-2022...

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The Impending End of Paralysis


In the name of Jesus,
paralysis must flee!
I’ve had enough of being
the stone statue that
everybody pushes over.


Well, at least everyone
who comes into contact
with me that is prone
to commit manipulation.


If there is an elephant
in the room, it is sure
to kick my stoned body...

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Delicate disturbance in the night,
Enough to make you never forget,
Gentle rattling at the window,
An airy chant from under the door,
Faceless voice,
Sore,
Devastating,
Craving a taste of love,
Like the heart of the night
She is condemned to darkness,
Feel her creep.

Unable to move
And straining to speak,
I wake....

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It always ends the same drenched in sweat and fear.
The pain of death always feels so real and near.
Stuck frozen in place, eyes wide.
It crawls around my room I'm paralyzed,
Eyes dart across the room horrified.

It reaches my bed where I lay in a death state
Nails...

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Paralysed by unfamiliar feelings, 
Wrapped in a cloak of grief 
The rigour mortis of emotion
Of Feeling
Numbing 
Strapping and harnessing 
Fencing in the soul 
No way out 
No one allowed in 
Cannot see no more 
Cannot cry no more 
Nothing matters any more 
World known is...

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By criss-cross catalysis,
Pillaged from memory—from pill.
Paralysis of analysis:
Stuck inside, and outside still.

Eyes locked,
No sign,
Neck straight, head cocked,
Eye-socket lined,
Long curved spine.

Focus inside outer locus,
A junk of mental hocus-pocus. 
Bogus begs the beggar be,
Rather than fathomed,
Of withered crocus.

Lillith spillith an eider-dew;
Upon the eider-down.
Willith he then simmer, stew,...

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In the avalanche, I lost track of my guiding light.
I fled my fireside. I had to evacuate my homestead. 
Driven far astray by frenetic frozen fright,
I was just a cowardly racing rescuing airhead.

The wounded wooden face of my brother
lugged away by paramedics in a wheelchair.
My...

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A man wearing funeral clothes
Tongue tied, an unspoken tryst.
He smiles, like an affectionate holocaust

A quadrupedal wood, the locus
of a hoover act.
An assigned peacemaker painted
Over the Judas kiss.

And the one in a dress
I dont pray,
Nor his cousins are my prey.

So i return, my oldest friend
He bulids...

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The Man they were faithfully under
Was wasted by Judgmental Thunder:
From photographs ‘A City after Plunder’
Or rather A Bombed Statue not a blunder

A watching, finishing Morning Thunder
Scarier than Lions that tear asunder 
Just remembered a hotelier admittedly wicked,
All his female staff to often go naked:
As early...

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