mother and daughter
extra- large beaver-like teeth
distinct family trait
they could cut down trees
their incisors like axes
dentists’ worst nightmares
I cannot scream
I am paralyzed
stuck in place
my arms and legs are pinned
I try again to scream
nothing comes out
I am immobile, voiceless, terrified
my worse nightmare
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
bats in the church yard
weird spooky sounds from the graves
its my worst nightmare
My Worst Nightmare
David J Walker
My worst nightmare is
And he paused before
The mistakes could escape
His lips
Frozen in a moments time
The cast-iron statue
Resisted the rust
But could not trust
His slips
In a moments memory
long past its prime
My worst nightmare is
Thus and such
“The skilly use of words
had not forsaken him”
a boyish touch
A scally lad
A cad in the making
Though not so much
In the literal meaning
My worst nightmare is
And he paused again
In the dim light of
A pale dawn
To shrug off the last
Yawn
of an early morning
after
Wanton vandals
Invading his deepest dreams
Without warning
Stealing the
Mise-en-scène
Again
And again
coronavirus-
worst human nightmare comes true -
fearful Man repents
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 February 2020
Up, up and away on a hot-air balloon;
soaring in exceedingly high altitude,
then it turns into a fight for survival.
Worst nightmare come true!
Date written: 01/14/2020
Note: I was inspired to write this poem after watching "The Aeronauts" last night on Prime Video. See this awesome movie if you haven't! As someone who hates heights, I found it very suspenseful as well. I can't even begin to imagine the level of fear being in that kind of predicament!
The trolls were smug because the bug they caught was Cheeky.
King of the cockroaches, and exceedingly sneaky.
They trussed him up and had a celebration parade.
Marched him through Troll-ville and sold Lemonade.
Before they reached the end, a child let out a scream.
Cheeky’s chair was empty, a Parade-Meister’s worst dream!
Cheeky was missing, gone, kaput, and no one knew where that day
Except for four of us, as we had helped him sneak away.
All was well by morning as the town had caught Loopy, a lightening bug.
We did not help this one get away, as we knew he was quite the thug.
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
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.
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.
a cold stone bears his name
grief pours onto his green plot
prostrated mom shouts "why?"
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
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
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.