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Dream and nightmare

Tyrant of Words
Canada 36awards
Joined 30th July 2020
Forum Posts: 681

Poetry Contest

You were deep in some wonderfully sweet dream....until something happened and turned it into a nightmare. Describe the experience.
Poems up to 100 lines.  Any style.

Thought Provoker
United States 1awards
Joined 11th Oct 2015
Forum Posts: 40

Waking Nightmare

Sleeping peacefully
Needing to re-energize  
Happy I could take this time
When suddenly
Half asleep  
I think
This pressure on top
Presses down upon me
On my very being
Indistinct whispers  
And deep growls
An Incubus perhaps???
Moaning in my ear
I hear
Panick arising
Not understanding  
Frozen in fear
Until finally...
I wake fully...
Was it just a dream??
Or just a waking nightmare?
Written by KrystalG
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Lost Thinker
Joined 2nd June 2020
Forum Posts: 15


The sun sunk in the western sky  
The night rose from the Eastern sky  
Boots are hung behind the screen  
But I in fear, prepared to scream  

She was Black, shadowy and fuzzy  
Her face usual but dark and hazy  
She squatted still on my mid chest  
And my breath left all my chest  
I was dead and awake sensing all  
Hard I screamed to awaken all  
Heared by none I wanted wake  
Thus I tried till my strength slaked  
Her pairs of claws held my throat  
As my spirit above the bed floated  
She comes when the night comes  
The night comes soon, soon evil comes
Written by Gentle
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Fire of Insight
Portugal 8awards
Joined 26th May 2022
Forum Posts: 91


I dreamed you were
touching me in a dream
and it became an obsession.

I dreamed our kiss,
on the skin,
deeply tattooed...
It was a dragon,
a mermaid or an arrow
through a heart.

I dreamed of you breathing
in my ears.
Needle of my metronome.
I became a slave to your rythm.
A weak drumming after a storm.

I dreamed of white horses
riding in the dark on us
your eyes on dawn fire
horses' wings on flames...
Your mouth so hungry!

I dreamed that you vibrated
in me like a possession.
I dreamed that your body
arched under mine.

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Twisted Dreamer
United States 7awards
Joined 4th May 2022
Forum Posts: 114

The Awakening Most Rare


Munch On It, Descartes

"One word is worth a thousand pictures --
at least as a start."
-- the far too rare science of poetry analysis,
a screaming matter


I dreamt that life on Earth was but a dream
awakening in sweat to yet the Scream.


a dedication of Respect
the wide-awake Pain of Reality

a revolving helios couplet menippean satire on
the countless dreamers who sleep on waking

may, 2023 -- yet time for the analysts'
power nap

Written by Jordan (D.O.C.)
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Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 29th Feb 2020
Forum Posts: 3

Gnarled roots

In the night, as I lay in bed,
Both sweet dreams and nightmares tread,
One brings comfort, the other dread,
A swirling vortex in my head.

I dream of a world without despair,
One with love and justice everywhere,
Where all are equal, without a care,
And kindness flows like gentle air.

But nightmares come, with gnarled roots,
Twisted tendrils, like toxic shoots,
The darkness spreading, taking fruits,
Our society, collapsing, with no reboots.

I see division, hate, and fear,
Injustice reigning, far and near,
The future bleak, the end unclear,
The world we once knew, no longer here.

Yet still, I dream and hope and pray,
For a brighter future, a better way,
To root out the darkness and decay,
And build a world where love holds sway.

So let us keep dreaming, dear friend,
For in our dreams, new beginnings extend,
May they take root, grow and mend,
A new society, where love will ascend.
Written by Whitefeather
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Tyrant of Words
Canada 36awards
Joined 30th July 2020
Forum Posts: 681

Puzzled (22)

Should he turn left?  
No that was the direction of the Devil  
Ah, but was wwhere all these scantily clad beauties were
Such as he only saw and enjoyed in his dreams
Ah, but this dream allowed him and for a moment he dared enjoy
Though his conscience and his rigid upbringing would not let him enjoy the flesh
Should he turn right?  
Not really, that was the way to Nice and Totally Boring  
Straight ahead, then, to the Unknown  
But then he ended at  a roundabout  
Ended up going round and round
Daring to enjoy fleeting moments, fleeting images  
Started having headaches and visions  
And endless debates in his head  
Left, NO, Right, NO:  that would be worse  
Then his heart skipped a beat  
Ended up in a brick wall  
And days later woke up  
From a wonderfully troubling sleep
In the loony bin.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Dangerous Mind
United States 67awards
Joined 15th Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2712

Thief of Dreams

- Thief of Dreams -

The little girl, was falling asleep by the window,
In her dark bedroom with red curtains hanging…
And that beautiful child, a daughter of a widow,
Was awakened by the sound of a loud banging.
Tapping, rapping: like bones upon a tomb wall!
Something dark and black was outside the pane.
It was late autumn, and as the dead leaves fall…
The dead were stirring from their dreary domain.
Some shrouded face, features hidden in tatters…
Was staring at the little girl, with blood red eyes.
Misty breath, and large wings of black feathers,
Such were things the demon could not disguise!

“Open the window little girl, I am the sandman!”
Thus spoke a raspy voice from outside the glass.
“If you are he, then why do you bring no sand?”
Replied the little girl, who was no foolish a lass.
Suddenly, a skeletal arm broke through, loudly,
Spilling sand all over the bedroom’s soft floor…
The little girl screamed at a sight beyond ghastly.
After that night, she would scream never more!
Claws reached out to her, cold as an icy doom,
And she was dead before they found their mark.
Misty breath filled the air, darkening the gloom…
As the sandman began his most gruesome work!

When the child’s mother came to see what was…
Transpiring in the room where her daughter slept,
She found neither her child nor the noise’s cause.
But in that dark room, something horrible crept!
Sand covered the floor amidst sharp glass shards.
Blood was amongst the sand, blood most fresh…
Then a shadow fell, a beast speaking not words.
For on this night, the dead hungered for hot flesh!
What the mother beheld, drove her into insanity…
In the final moments before her breath was taken.
She could not fight her slayer, however forcibly…
For at that demon’s touch, all defiance is shaken.

Alas the widow and her daughter: now departed!
For the sandman came to steal all their dreams…
Bringing them sleep that is endless and uncharted.
For such is death amidst truly terrified screams…
Neither blood nor corpses remained come dawn,
But three shadows now haunted the night’s dark.
And unto slumbering souls, they are still drawn…
On certain autumn nights: both dreary, and stark!
Three shadows stalk and search for easiest prey,
To add more shadows to the army of the twilight.
So into dark rooms, be mindful should you stray!
There are night terrors that lurk beyond our sight.
Written by Kou_Indigo (Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton)
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Twisted Dreamer
United States 2awards
Joined 14th Apr 2014
Forum Posts: 44


Whisk me away to lalaland,  
Where I shall awake in my neverland
Where dreams are reality and reality was just a dream
That was pulling at the seams
Where time moves slowly and the clock rewinds, back to a life that was only real in my mind
Of countless days full of joy...filled with love...that somehow skipped me when I was just a boy
Here life still has mystery and wonder, but there everything makes you wonder
How this place could exist or how did things end up like this
So I’ll stay forever in my slumber
So I don’t have to ponder
On a life that was never
And just dream forever
Written by ManorMyth (Man_Or_Myth)
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Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 7th Oct 2022
Forum Posts: 19

Whispers in the Dark

I stilled my mind and drifted into another realm  
When I awoke, I was greeted by flowers and elm  
The lady bird sang a wonderful tune  
On the water rang a lovely loon  
I strolled through the wooded glade  
Suddenly, not a sound was made  
The sun began to set, and my heart was starting to fret  
A sinking feeling told me I had been drawn into a devilish debt  
Darkness encompassed me  
Whispers hissed, as mist came to my knee
Dreadful requests did they ask  
Each more horrid than a blood filled cask  
Now I speak with a permanent stutter  
So careful, what they asked I will never utter  
The wretched words I shan't ever mutter
Written by ConsequentialChaos
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Fire of Insight
United States 6awards
Joined 24th Sep 2017
Forum Posts: 66

Morpheus Reveals: Magnum Opus

i became  
a field of soft fern  
an evening meadow  
a transmuted soul  
by white mushrooms  
and long blades of grass  
planting their roots  
in my veins  
i’m afraid of  
what they’ll do to me  
so i rip them all out  
but the fungi remains  
too deep to  
now an IV tube  
its spores spotting  
my left forearm  
over scars burning red  
where skin once bled  
what does it want  
from body and flesh?  
does it not  
want me dead?  
to accept that  
it’s a part of me  
now we are one  
as i scratch  
at the surface  
i ponder at  
the purpose  
of this dream  
✨ 💫 ✨  
Written by nightbirdblue (enbyblue)
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Twisted Dreamer
United States 1awards
Joined 12th Oct 2020
Forum Posts: 58

Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover

I caress her cheek
As my knees start to tremble
They begin to feel weak
Pull down pants, reveal thimble
She laughs at its size
Tears fill up my eyes
But not in embarrassment
In amusement of her clueless demise
I feed off her taunts
They help my tic tac grow
It begins to swell
To the length of big toe
Her laughing subsides
As it reaches mid-thighs
I begin to grin
As it reaches my shin
How did she not know
Had she not heard from other hoes
That mighty meat reaches capacity
When it brushes my toes
She is now officially dumbfounded
Before, expecting a thumb poundin
I insert into her cavity
She now gets the full gravity
Of the cum trap upon which she has fallen
She leaves my room eleven seconds later
Not walkin, but crawlin
Written by Girthquake
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Twisted Dreamer
Joined 13th Mar 2023
Forum Posts: 20



The hardest
stories come
from empty

finding a
throat forced
into swallowing
black stars

in cesspools
we claim to
be oceans,

hitting bottoms
of empty glasses
as strange places
turn into lullabies
we cannot sing

black stars
greet you
in collision

to guide
you back
Written by neves
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