Reoccurring Poems - Poems about Reoccurring

I used to have a recurring dream In it, I was running  I mean, I was attempting to flee  From a man with a gun Who tried to shoot me Terror was gripping me When my legs went numb, and I stumbled Then he closed the distance between us His eyes were full of anger and sheer panic tore me from under  those deep bonds...

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I saw it again That anger of mine. On a door window pane In that room of time. And it came into view For me to behold. Its image the same Nothing new….same as old. I took cloth in hand Tried to wipe it away. But it stubbornly remained No words uttered….nothing to say. So I dropped that cloth And it fell to the floor. And as I tried...

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Now comes the afterparty. The afterparty is starring in the mirror And removing your desired face To reveal her true picture That she used makeup to erase. Her feet sink into the carpet As she sets aside her heels Pushing down the urge to vomit This is how it feels to be ideals. She removes the string from her smile And her eyes turn off...

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I have a reoccurring dream. In this dream I am in a wooden shack, dusted and old. I breathe suddenly and deeply regaining consciousness As though I was in deep thought, yet nothing fills my mind. I sit up from a creaky old stool to realize my surroundings. I have been to this place before;...

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Once again, I’m standing in his doorway, looking at what I’ve done. How can such a barbaric act give me such satisfaction? I don’t know why it does, but it does. The feeling of dominance. Closure. Clarity. Anti-conformity. He won’t stop bleeding, and I won’t stop laughing. But soon after, the feeling fades. And I can’t wait to do...

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She went to bed as normal To enter her reoccurring dream Being visited by who Its not too long before she screams Her body becomes so bloodied Scratched by seeings unknown Claw marks not of this world She's all alone feeling so disowned She opens her teary eyes Faceless images front her sight Being in this reoccurring dream To scared she lies in fright Scaled humanoids over...

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When this reoccurring dream began it was not very clear, as it continued it became clearer. Almost immediately after I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and personal Savior, the dreams became vivid, as though I was actually there. I would wake up in night sweats, heart pounding, wondering always wondering. I never really put much thought into...

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Running, running in the dark, emerging from the woods late in the night. Whispering clouds seem to drift before the face of the moon. Looking over my shoulder, yet, as always, no- one is there, No- one is ever there. There is a house, always the same house. I come to window, always the same window, crouching low, I...

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I have awakened to an odd sort of place A room unfamiliar, extravagant, and lace A bed so grand and remarkably soft A floor of wood and pictures aloft A heavenly sent bombards my senses My guard is down exposed defenses Another beside me stirs about Shocking me slightly to force a roust From under the blankets emerges a pup A handful...

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