Terrors Poems - Poems about Terrors

MY PTSD HAD BEGUN TO CAPTURE MY THOUGHTS MY DREAMS OF COMMITING SUICIDE QUIETING THE RUSSIAN VOICES IN MY HEAD THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH MY MIND WOULDN'T ALLOW ME REST OR I PEACE EVEN DURING WAKING HOURS SINCE THAT COLD MAY 24TH 1985 MY LIFE BECAME AN FBI INFORMANT FEAR...

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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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POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE 5: EVOLUTION Fly’s Eyes by Michael R. Burch Inhibited, dark agile fly along paint-peeling sills, up to the bright glass drawn by radiance compounded thousandfold,— I do not see the same as you, but hold antenna to the brilliant pane of life and buzz bewilderedly. In your belief the world outside is “as it is” because you see it clearly, windowed without flaws, you...

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When I see your fantasy, My heart is filled with ecstasy; Roses my eyes do see. When I set them to lie, Over night's terrors they can't survive But in your beauteous light do rely. Goodnight to our sleepless souls, Which linger not in holes; But with endless oaths, stronger than poles: Wherewith loving dreams can't help, Espying the daily memories kep'. We'd play in the...

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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 invade my dreams late at night: unable to breathe; I gasp, terrified. Beyond nightmares, terrors fuel a fright: that's so intense that on waking, I've cried. Dead soldiers keep whispering in my head; their constant murmur, morphing into screams. And I say 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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Programing a VCR and other terrors In the old days I used to dread the chore of programing my VCR just never got the hang of doing that the VCR sat there taunting me begging me to do it to her but I just never could learn how to program that damn machine Na/GloPOWR/Mo prompt Day 18...

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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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