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DREAMS

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
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Dreams of Him

I dream again
Of my lover true
On the landscape
Of my mind
Holding hands
Touching hips
Smiles in our hearts
Hopes in our souls
A new beginning
With new endings

I dream again
Of our home
Among the trees
Shaded by green canopies
A bright light
On the garden
With flowers
Of all hues
Possums and hares
gambol on the fields

I dream again
Of life that was
To the now
And will be.

poet Anonymous

Vampire dreams
a scrape across my teeth
where a point use to be
awaken by a dream
a demon bat chasing me

vampire demons in my dreams
it use to posses me
now it haunts me in my sleep

i run to escape the dark
breathing so hard
pounding in my chest
i'm out of breath
trying to escape possession and death

running for light
the opening of the cave just out of sight
the bat flapping, flying overhead
it won't rest till i'm dead

awakened, being chased
i open my eyes
now i'm safe

poet Anonymous

Nightmares Visions and Screams
Here i am, another sleepless night  
up and down a dozen times  

nightmares, visions & screams  
none of which tell me anything  
afraid to close my eyes  
not knowing what I'll see  
why lord, why me?  

nightmares, visions and screams  
i can't figure out what they mean  
why'd you give this gift to me,  
if with it i can't do anything?  

which ones mean what?  
i can't figure out  
some tell me something  
some tell me nothing  
all have some sort of meaning  

Another sleepless night, for what?  
it seems to be a worthless gift you gave to me  
why lord, why me?  

i can't change the future  
i can't fix the past  
i'm feeling like a piece of glass  
if it don''t stop, i'm going to crack  

nightmares, visions & screams  
why''s this keep happening?  
it does no good  
i''d give it away if i could  
i didn't ask for it  
i just wanted to understand  
it''s grown more intense  
and i still don't understand  
why lord, why'd you put this gift in my hands?  

it doesn't just happen at night  
i not only see but hear things in light  
nightmares, visions & screams  
what does it mean?

poet Anonymous

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dartford
Paul S...
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom 29awards
Joined 13th June 2013
Forum Posts: 249

a nightmare...
you don't care  

I can't wait
to wake

flowergirl
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 14th Jan 2012
Forum Posts: 231

Emerald Sea & Darkened Hell

as I walked along the cliff      
high above the emerald sea      
I watched the waves crash upon the rocks      
was thinking how much it seemed to be my life      
each crashing wave represented a broken friendship      
how each of them crashed into my heart      
each of them ripped my soul apart      
just as each broken wave blended back to the sea      
my heart drifted in a corner of hell      
like the sea.... hell has no measure of depth      
could feel my life endlessly falling      
the sea has coral reefs in the deep      
where sea monsters and strange things creep      
hell has pits of fire and darkened caverns      
where evil demons and possessed eat damned souls      
waves continually crash upon the rocks      
my soul continually falls into unknown darkness      
bright sunlight no longer lights my path      
beautiful emerald sea turns dark and erie      
can no longer see where my path is leading      
can't tell how close my feet are to the edge      
I wonder how much more can my heart take      
suddenly the ground beneath me slid away      
like precious sacred friendships faded away      
fear of the unknown destiny filled my heart      
sound of the still crashing waves echoed in my ears      
faces begin to flash in the darkness before me      
could see each face of my loved ones      
faces of friends that I loved so dearly passing by      
like the sea echoes sounds of creatures living      
hell echoes the chants of demonic worship      
heard each voice crying my name as faces faded      
as I felt the sting of the sea my body jumped      
I realized I fell asleep in the backyard pool      
it was all a dream and I was severely sunburnt      
     

     
     
     
       
     


Viddax
Lord Viddax
Guardian of Shadows
United Kingdom 31awards
Joined 10th Oct 2009
Forum Posts: 6672

The Beast Dream


I had what I shall call 'The Beast Dream'.
The dream where an animal is key
where its great impact
overshadows all other thoughts
until the dream no longer has any detial
Except for the Beast.

I was in a school possibly,
All dreams are hazy memories when awake
but unravelling films when waking.
Anyway, I was part of a group sleeping a boarding school's roof
with a matron or teacher who is like a mother to us all
a figure to who we look for judgement.
I walked passed a window
where inside the room, still inside the roof
Are the rest cross-legged on the floor.
But while the teacher speaks and moves his hands and the group listen
A ghost sits with them.
A ghost, an imp, a demon, something I cannot fully describe
But know full well to be a source of annoyance who haunts us,
Yet for all this nobody shoos it away.

So I lunge forwards and smash through the glass
scaring away the ghost-thing permanently
Only to replace one monster with another?

For now I am a terrifying black werwolf
hunched and penned by the close roof
which presses against my obisidan, midnight, coloured fur
with great claws and great shape
terrifying in both greatness of power and greatness of causing fear.
Sharp white teeth
My true real day-to-day teeth but bigger
dominate the attention
(The camera's focus in a film?
or the story's focus in a book?)

And for scaring away the ghost-thing
I am strapped down to a bed like a madman in an asylum
and I grin at the matron with the same white teeth but in human skin,
Only to morph into the great black wolf moments later.
I stand and loom over her, the leather straps now usless fall away
I stand and loom as if to say
Am I a Monster now ?
With all the sarcasm italics can convey.
Though I my heart in this form I am not a monster
But a Beast: free of confusing thought
Free to act on instinct and part of nature.

The Beast Dream fades and I wake.
All but the most memorable bits linger
Yet my limbs feel infinitely weary as though they were once stronger
but now I am human

My grin is still one full of razor sharp teeth.

poet Anonymous

August 10 - two more days to enter poems and then the competition will close on account of the submissions being excellent...in my own opinion.....

MGC
7he
Thought Provoker
Vatican City 1awards
Joined 6th Nov 2012
Forum Posts: 127

-Toothbrush-

Mellow yellow stars circling my head
i'm floating in an air balloon dream
wide awake yet sound asleep
Charlie Chaplin's mustache sings me a song,a black and white lullaby...

souladareatease
Tyrant of Words
United States 29awards
Joined 28th Dec 2012
Forum Posts: 5085

Re-currents

Floating
I left to rest
my head
swept up memories
tipping toward
an axis lent scheme
where I wander
gliding
downstream
leaving a trail
of leaves
where picked
by others
along softened banks
they spoke
of interest
quests
links in travel
some say
some pray
where lights guide
canoe
noodles
through snaked bends
in ease
piecing promised point
that at
streams end
I'll come to...
rivers split
where my island
sits
but I must
paddle
on and on
till
Dawn

vortexman
Dangerous Mind
United States 14awards
Joined 25th Jan 2013
Forum Posts: 1260

"I Wearily took a nap..."

And dove into a lucid symbolic path.
Skylines and monolithic tailsmans.
Whispered to me of this abstract math.

I walked down a road where friends needed
my help.  Saving them with magic I knew I
weiled.  Communicating with beast of the
forest.  As intimately as if I have always
known of and spoken.

Knowing no limits I felt weightless in the
air.  Taking off to heights far above and
unknown.  Feeling safe as the vista's of
thunder birds where I dared.

Journeying to out-worldly lands.  Where I could
share this magic with one another.  Knowing no limits
of this lucid realm.  I would find more than
spiritual astral planes but also many others.    

poet Anonymous

Boom!!
what? what was that?
not the sound of a mortar
not a sharp report of a rifle
no pistol crack, too muffled
not a grenade either, what?

I'm only able to make out
certain words through the
monocle of my minds eye

  ..Jimmy,
I know
   hurt you and
  sorry but
          it would be
so hard to
I've been seeing
  about 3        and
he's been so good
Althea, She loves
he treats    as his own
  has been here   me
   I needed to
I'm sorry, I hope you
         ,I hope y
can forgive. I really
did love     Goodbye

hugs and  
Teresa

Oh my God! Preston!
what the fuck have you done?
Preston! out the door of the
squad barracks at a dead run
for the armory, Preston had
shown me the dear john letter
earlier. I asked if he wanted
to be taken off the duty roster,
needed to have some time? No,
he'd be okay. was all he'd say.
Four months in country, day
before yesterday. That bitch!

I knew what I'd see when I opened
that door with my key.
I knew that Jimmy had known
he wouldn't be okay, ever
I knew what the Boom was now
12 gauge riot shotgun, military
close range combat load.

I was sick before I reached the
door. Turning the key took every
ounce of strength in me, pushing
it open to that smell, warm acrid
smoke from the powder..and blood

I sank back against the wall and
slid to my butt as the boys rushed
past. I sat there dazed as they
lurched back out to empty their
stomachs, some of them crying
and I swore "I'll kill you you
little slut." and I cried


poet Anonymous

Velvet ribbons
Cabernet red
criss-cross nipples
in my head

round her back and
cross again
over naked nether lips
the ribbons rend to
one large bow tied up
in back.

My lover brings to me
in dreams.
Her eye's full
of torrid lust
her mind melding mine
begging me to dine
upon her soft warm
ribbon lips.

I offer
her my finger tips
dripping of her own
sweet nectar
honey sweet.
She does not resist
but suckles them
between her lips.

Her bow untied
she cannot hide
my tongue her
ribbon lips divide
and fill myself with
her pure essence
till screaming "please
give me a ride"
I roll and give her
ample time to mount.

How much time has passed
I do not know. Where did
my lover go? Then dawning
reality hit's me hard.
The pillow wet, my cock
still straining.
I had to pee.  

runningturtle87
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 20th June 2012
Forum Posts: 517

Secret of the Golden Flower

A 100 day mediation
that I was exposed to
when studying
William Carlos Williams
at UMASS
under Stan Kholer
was called
the Secret
of the Golden Flower,

and I located a course
taught by the son
of Edgar Cayce.

In this 3 month long meditation
I learned a state of lucid dreaming
that enabled me
to reach incredible levels
of concentration
by staring
into the deep structure
of a specific spot.

I usually use tiles
or poured concrete
or terrazzo flooring
and peer
in the molecular content
and then
into the elemental content
and then
the subatomic content
and then
the quantum fields
that are generated
by the attentional energy
matter is given
when we consciously
look at it with awareness
and open mindedness.  

Using this structural analysis
to bypass my brain,
my mind was cleared
to be able
to radically synthesize and integrate
enormous amounts of data
and seemingly distantly
associated information.  

Using this method
I was able to piece together
past life experiences,
inventions,
new methodologies
for performing functions
in art and motion.  

I developed as a person
and was able to thrust ahead
my own emotional stability
and comprehension
of my internal quirks and flaws.  

Understanding has become
very important to me.  

I stare at a spot,
it fills my visual field
and becomes an event horizon
that arises
into consciousness.  

I literally
trip out.  

My mind is
in constant integration.  

It is like defragging
your brain
and condensing your use
of space and relational integrity.  

My thinking has become
more organized
and my emotional life
is much clearer.  

Meditation has been
a huge part
of my inner life.

runningturtle87

PsychicApocalypse
Darker Half
Dangerous Mind
Belize 30awards
Joined 5th Dec 2012
Forum Posts: 1483

My Dream



There I am,
standing in the middle of a snow storm

Covered in icicles
yet i feel no cold

I feel no warmth.

i feel nothing...

absolutely nothing...



I walk to the snow

or more like gliding

I feel my feet move

but I feel like I'm floating

towards nothing...

absolutely nothing...



I cry for no apparent reason,

and my tears quickly turn to ice
as it departs from my eyes

I feel lost with in my own subconsciousness

I know nothing...

Why do I know,
Absolutely nothing?



There
in the distance, I see

I see a light,
beautiful
and a hand waiting for me

At least that's what went through my mind

and I starting feeling some thing

Hope...

Faith...

Love...



I flash over
like a teleporter

and I felt myself wanting to laugh...

I hold unto a hand
and it pull me up

but when I see the face
I freeze in shock
as I felt shot



You weren't the person I wanted to be waiting for me ...

You weren't suppose to be on my astral plain...

You weren't suppose to be laughing that honey coated laugh...

A sound that only triples my hearts pain...



Realization hits me like a ton of bricks...

I am the dreamer ... but your energy so strong ..

you've pulled me into your dream ...

Taking my control away as now you become the dreamer,

you,

The one my heart has been chained to.



Frustration seeps in ...

NOOOO!!


You aren't suppose to invoke me,

You aren't suppose to be here!!

I'm trying to separate myself from you

but I love that possessiveness,
though it's hard to bear!

Now you are in my dream.

I don't know what else to think,

There's no other like you.

That what I truly feel.

The one that has stripped me from being the dreamer...

and I'm left, ... to become your dream.

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