Night Terrors Poems - Poems about Night Terrors

Running down Chicago Ave barefoot brain buzzing hymns and static, neon crucifix blinking above a bodega, the gospel of smoke and piss, all-night diner flickering with ghosts of jukeboxes past—she laughs in her sleep, god I miss her already, dreaming of Congo drums, 3AM baptisms, ash on my tongue and wind in my coat, don’t...

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In the pitch darkness of the night Where nightmares come to fright and haunt I lie awake my heart in flight In the pitch darkness of the night Praying, pleading, for morning light When fearsome terrors cease to taunt In the pitch darkness of the night Where nightmares come to fright and haunt ...

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What are you thinking all alone, my dear As you sit worried by your fire so bright Do you reflect on the bad days of yore While you stare at the red flickering flame Is there something from your past that you fear So you try to keep the dark out with light As over nightmare memories you pore And...

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Horrid night terrors invaded my dreams awakening me shattered thoughts tampering with my emotional state again while reliving the heinousness of a senseless arson murder of 9 persons the season for murder my murder my stalker she arrives with her gunman to end my life over my American poetry she yells kill her she a...

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As I awakened to the night terrors again it's 3am. I know I'm being monitored in my own home Ciro Gargano installs cameras to watch my every movement in order to know when I write in my journal he breaks in my home to read it he scribble over the words dynamite my heart races...

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The dark dimly lit Shivering shadows ...

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Night Terrors It sits hiding in the deep recesses of the mind, waiting in the dark for the moment when it can attack. Riding upon the winged beasts of the night, bringing horrors untold to those unaware of their intent. Asleep and unable to defend one’s self, night terrors attack. Seeking the young, the battered, the old,...

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Ever so real It’s something I can feel ...

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Night terrors invaded my dreams last night; unable to breathe, I gasped, terrified. I've experienced nightmares; this was fright; and so intense that once woken, I cried. I hear dead soldiers whisper in my head; their constant murmur, morphing into screams. And I recite prayers to ward off the dead; still, they manifest themselves in my dreams. It begins with little more than...

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if i learnt one thing from my dream last night ~ never pick up small spiders By David Kavanagh...

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Untitled Deathly living till dying breath. Somber dreaming a lively death. Body ailing, self enemy. Ever changing the remedy. Boldly living from open womb. Never changing, to closing tomb. Never living a normal life. Ever planning for daily strife. ~J.D. Cromwell...

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Why can’t I sleep, when will this end, this up all nights, becoming a trend, I can’t switch off, my head is full, my lights are out, my room is dull, there’s not much noise, my comfy bed, these nasty voices, inside my head, they never shut up, they never stop talking, if feel like...

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It’s you I call to in my dreams, To pull me out from the fear I’ve seen. The ones that hold me in captured fright, When slow motion kicks in, And my screams are no more than wheezing murmurs, When my thoughts are running faster, But my motions slow to a crawl, Drawing out the torture of the moment, But this time you...

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Restless sleep triggers delusional dreams, that your beleaguered brain surrenders to. And from night terrors, you awake to screams for it feels so real; you think it's true that spectral shadows are pursuing you; and powerless, there's nothing you can do. Though safe in bed, you feel you're in peril, unable to dispel feelings of dread. It's like finding your dog has gone...

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Night Terrors Before the pink of the morning, When all is dark awaiting, My mind awakes and travels to Places I thought I’d forsaken, It shuffles with its stick, looking under the ashes, For events so long unremembered, And I, I’m shaken and waiting, What does it all mean? Where is the peace of my Savior, When I cry after reliving done and...

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