Best Worst Nightmare Poems
He sits in the attic all day, trimming his fur
A creature without a name or a country
Climbs into my closet an hour before bedtime
I sense him, but cannot see him
For he can be invisible when he wants to be
I sense he has fangs, and claws
He wants to hurt me
Of this I am sure
I am terrified, for his presence is suspected
At first I think he is under the bed
My mother looks and assures me he is not
I know something is there though
Something evil that will grab my foot
I cannot fall asleep, for I am terrified
My heart beats triple time
I hear a snarl and I scream
Something under my bed laughs
The closet door opens.
It is my worst nightmare
Coming to life
a cold stone bears his name
grief pours onto his green plot
prostrated mom shouts "why?"
So light and fair are these strands of gold;
So precious and rare they settle in my soul.
For when they flew, to my knees I often fell,
But now forever still are they damned in eternal hell.
Now my heart cries for what my eyes cannot do,
For I can't look upon hers and that precious sea of blue.
Light tends to fade on the seams of her face,
Where a smile once curled with those lips sweetly placed.
Roses are cast to this placement of stone,
Where inscribed is an epitaph screaming, 'cold and alone'.
Slowly, sad tears roll down this weary face,
I've missed out on it all, on love's sweet embrace.
This hate for myself now turns to my fear,
She cannot be dead, she must be right here.
Her hair still hangs about her flowing in the wind,
Telling me softly she will always be my friend.
Once more to my knees I drop in despair.
Tears fall from my eyes knowing she doesn't care.
Or she would be here right now, Saying that she loved me,
Not hiding in this grave, knowing that she really hates me.
I guess I'm feeling some type of way.
It’s the day after the next day.
THE VERDICT; INDICTED!
Definitely it rocked this country.
I guess I'm sensitive, emotions running deep, with all this madness;
Most nights I can’t sleep.
I have a son almost the same age;
I guess you can say I'm frightened for his well-being.
As much as a mother should be these days.
The tragedy has awakened more of a beast in me, so much so
I just want to hold him, protect him against those men sworn to protect and serve.
I don’t want him to become another statistic in this country.
I feel helpless in this moment!
I just want him safe from all hurt and harm and danger.
He told me he wanted to change his name, as if; it
Still won’t change who you are, or the color of your beautiful dark skin.
What is he afraid of? I guess the same thing I’m afraid of.
I want the best for him, point blank, period.
But, I'm afraid, one of these trigger happy men will take him from me,
Will rape my family and kill our children;
Because on that day he may have his hands up; or
His pants down or his music too loud.
So you see, I just want the best for him;
POINT BLANK PERIOD!
I don't want him to feel any pain,
Nor any harm to come to his way.
He’s growing up, and he won’t be my baby for long;
I’m so afraid of this world and the harm it may cause.
It doesn't matter how he was raised, his background;
Or what community he’s from; still
He has that beautiful dark skin, so many seem to be afraid of;
I want him safe, YOU HEAR ME?
POINT BLANK, PERIOD;
From black and white issues, domestic violent issues,
Women crying rape and defaming his character;
I want better for him, than this world trying to take from him.
I want him away from the negative influences;
As I try to teach him, to always watch his back.
To be accountable for his actions and that trust comes at a price,
And that some friends may try to stab you in the back;
And to never regret who you are or where you’re going.
To be honest and trustworthy and always be a leader,
PLEASE MR. OFFICER, PLEASE MR. OFFICER, don’t hurt my baby;
ChloeJames 2014
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What’s life’s punishment most severe
That oft fills these old eyes with tear?
While fathers wonder
At rest six feet under
Their children’s future is not clear
I was sitting in my chair
As the rain was pouring down
I heard a creepy breath
And then I saw this evil clown
He had big black eyes
And a very scary grin
I could tell just from the look of him
That he was full of sin
I tried to scream and run
But something was stopping me
And to make matters worse
I REALLY had to pee
He then moved his hands
In one there was a knife
I thought that this was it
All over was my life
But then my eyes flew open
It was just as I had hoped
A scary dream is all it was
But my pants were thoroughly soaked!
For the contest "What's Your Fear?"
October 27/ 2012
For whatever I care
I am your worst night mare
Twist your dreams
To hear your screams
Pour misery down on you
Head first and feet too
Drop on you like acid rain
Excited to see you suffer horrible pain
I will burn your flesh
Kill every wish
At sunrise crush your bone
And mash them by dawn
I want your mind to ache
And your heart to shatter before break
I will torture your body and soul
Leave no cell ,no hole
I want you to smell horror
See terror
Feel and feel only sorrow
And humiliation for you to swallow
The doorbell rang.
He looked at the clock through blurry eyes.
4:29 A.M.
Who could be here so early in the morning?
He turned to his wife fast asleep next to him.
Slowly he slid out of bed, so he would not wake her.
Crept down the stairs and to the door.
Who at this ungodly hour??
Not one but TWO men stood faced away from the door.
"Who is it?"
They turn.
Police officers.
But why?
Slowly he opens the door.
"Hello Sir. is this the residency of..."
He looked passed them.
The car was gone.
Everything stopped.
He couldn't breathe, or move.
But he was positive she was in bed.
"We're so sorry for your loss."
He ran upstairs to an empty bed.
She was gone.
There you were
I held you in my hands
You were my gift
After nine months of care
I wished for you hopes and dreams to come true
You were my dream come true
I guess my prayers weren’t listened to
But someone took you away from me much too soon
I said hello to you
But I never said goodbye
I still can’t believe you died
My soul and heart forever broken
Nothing to make it better or fix it
I laid you to rest on many nights
Knowing you would wake up
Unfortunately,today I laid you to rest
Asking god to love and protect you
In heaven you wait for me
To resume our relationship of mother and son
any superstitious peasants
out there tonight
TV junkies gossipy groupies
smooth talking saxophonists
am I talking too fast
for couple's therapy
uh oh here comes
another scar on my head
the optimist would say
the scar of opportunity
fortunately digression is an art
that never plays for keeps
you don't want to become
the unwitting tool
of smarter people do you
you do
it's your worst nightmare
instead let's play museum
you have eye
you have other eye
you will however need an augury
let's step onto the showroom floor
where we have our latest models
Bill the mechanic seer
could tell your fate
from a pile of tossed grease rags
he was right almost every time
he even told 3 circus anteaters
they would run for President
and they did
Edwina the cleaning lady sibyl
could swing a vacuum bag
round her head and tell from the
dust cloud if you were gonna die
from gall bladder or aphrodisiac
Zaza the 1 trick pony
could hoof the innards of a road kill
and you'd find love
an astronomer named Ziggy
told our planet that a big rock
was coming from the sky like a freight train
that's why I'm appearing before you
in this ethereal minimum medium
you'll have to forgive me
if I show a lack of enthusiasm
for this dangerous matter
I may have fallen captive to the tow
of the clandestine echelons
working their hands like bug legs
in a sign language
that horrifies the deaf
I've scanned this
for alien message implants
you won't need a map of area 51
just a chicken wire cage
which is always as refreshing as
another lash of the cane
take permission out behind the toadstools
and put a bullet up its shirt
they just hand me the script
and I broadcast what I'm told
radio free Carthage
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Don't be charmed when placing a child
And check if the little one's riled
This is an alarm
Since some serious harm
Comes from nannies known to go wild
He was feeling quite dapper at forty,
and the folks all around thought him sporty.
But to his dismay;
he heard his date say,
“Will you look at that thing, it’s a shorty.”
July 15, 2018
Every child has that thing that haunts them,
It is found under the bed or in the darkest part of their closet,
It is the malevolent and vindictive Boogeyman.
Its presence is felt throughout the night,
The children don’t know how to fight it,
It drives them insane and to the very brink of manic fright.
They reach for the lights and scream for their parents,
The Boogeyman comes closer making his way to them,
Closer, and closer becoming less transparent.
The children don’t know that this frightening specter,
Is the manifestation of their deepest, darkest fears,
They see him as their Soul Collector.
The children will soon become wiser,
That the malevolent and wicked Boogeyman,
Is a child’s worst nightmare.
I'm a rebel with a cause
A thug with dreams
A degenerate with aspirations
A bottomfeeder that shoots for the stars
I'm an outcast That refuses to be exiled
I'm a criminal with a great plan
Don't need to know my name
Just know I am
One of many America's Worst Nightmare
I am the soldier's worst nightmare,
I come at night as he lays sleeping,
With shouts and guns firing, I torment him,
He awakens in a cold sweat, screaming.
Sometimes I bring the horrors of killing,
Of innocent women and children wounded,
Of family pets with legs blown off,
O f blood soaking--making green grass red.
Whether in the Army now, or fifty years back,
I can still awaken him with my horrors,
Whether soldier, sailor, or marine, I am there,
Yes, I am his worst nightmare.
Sometimes, I am the enemy begging for his life,
Then pulling a gun and trying to shoot,
Making him think that even an act of mercy,
Can result in more pain then he can bear.
Yes, I am the soldier's worst nightmare.