Pishashee
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 7:48pm
27th Feb 2025 7:48pm
Serve Yourself
Can you imagine
you're a hostess
entertaining doubt.
Doubt being all
your past
experiences.
They all take a seat.
What do you serve them?
Whiskey? Crumpets?
The ambiguity is
interesting,
maybe fulfilling,
maybe empty,
but still, you get nothing.
you're a hostess
entertaining doubt.
Doubt being all
your past
experiences.
They all take a seat.
What do you serve them?
Whiskey? Crumpets?
The ambiguity is
interesting,
maybe fulfilling,
maybe empty,
but still, you get nothing.
#nightmares
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MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 8:23pm
19th Feb 2025 8:23pm
I'm the Devil, Yes It's True
(Verse 1)
The whispers in the shadows, the chill that runs down your spine
The chaos in your city, the darkness you define
You blame it on the weather, the stars that aren't aligned
But I'm the one who's pulling strings, the puppet master of your mind
(Chorus)
I'm the devil, yes it's true, the whispers you can't ignore
The bad luck and the heartache, the battles you can't win anymore
I'm the reason for your failures, the reason you can't soar
But don't you dare forget, you're the one who opened up the door
(Verse 2)
The...
The whispers in the shadows, the chill that runs down your spine
The chaos in your city, the darkness you define
You blame it on the weather, the stars that aren't aligned
But I'm the one who's pulling strings, the puppet master of your mind
(Chorus)
I'm the devil, yes it's true, the whispers you can't ignore
The bad luck and the heartache, the battles you can't win anymore
I'm the reason for your failures, the reason you can't soar
But don't you dare forget, you're the one who opened up the door
(Verse 2)
The...
#devil
#evil
#horror
#nightmares
#scary
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PerfumeandTaffy
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 5:51am
18th Feb 2025 5:51am
Writing a Poem on an Ambien Cloud
Thought I'd write a poem
On a wave of Ambien foam
On a wave, right now, coherent
And untrustworthy
Unstable
Like answering
my Drunk Mother's call,
something I would never do
When my brains is functionally queued
or writing texts
of loving gestures
to a man
that I have no care for
Maybe I love him
But he smells like cigarettes
and failure
Slide my phone under my bed
because I'll write words I'll dread
in the morning.
Tho I sleep on a pillow of air
My thoughts...
On a wave of Ambien foam
On a wave, right now, coherent
And untrustworthy
Unstable
Like answering
my Drunk Mother's call,
something I would never do
When my brains is functionally queued
or writing texts
of loving gestures
to a man
that I have no care for
Maybe I love him
But he smells like cigarettes
and failure
Slide my phone under my bed
because I'll write words I'll dread
in the morning.
Tho I sleep on a pillow of air
My thoughts...
#clouds
#drugs
#nightmares #sleep
#nightmares #sleep
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MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 8:32am
16th Feb 2025 8:32am
Terrifier
(Verse 1)
Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't no circus show
It's the reign of terror, the place where nightmares grow
Art the Clown's in the house, a symphony of dread
Leaving trails of carnage, painting the streets red
He's a twisted jester, a puppet of the night
With a wicked grin and a hunger for the fight
From All Hallows Eve, his legend took its flight
Now he's back for vengeance, bathed in pale moonlight
(Chorus)
He's Art the Clown, the master of the macabre
His laughter echoes, a chilling, haunting jabber ...
Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't no circus show
It's the reign of terror, the place where nightmares grow
Art the Clown's in the house, a symphony of dread
Leaving trails of carnage, painting the streets red
He's a twisted jester, a puppet of the night
With a wicked grin and a hunger for the fight
From All Hallows Eve, his legend took its flight
Now he's back for vengeance, bathed in pale moonlight
(Chorus)
He's Art the Clown, the master of the macabre
His laughter echoes, a chilling, haunting jabber ...
#dark
#evil
#horror
#nightmares
#scary
109 reads
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Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 4:39pm
7th Feb 2025 4:39pm
Nameless
They placed their hands upon my skin,
cold as stone, soft as smoke.
A name lingered on their tongues,
but it was not my own.
I do not know how I came to this place,
only that the sky is split with gold,
and the air hums with something older than time.
A procession moves in shadows,
faces blurred, voices low.
They dress me in silk and silence,
a crown of hands upon my head.
A chalice raised, the liquid thick as dusk.
I drink, and the world unravels—
memories not my own bloom behind my eyes,
a thousand lives...
cold as stone, soft as smoke.
A name lingered on their tongues,
but it was not my own.
I do not know how I came to this place,
only that the sky is split with gold,
and the air hums with something older than time.
A procession moves in shadows,
faces blurred, voices low.
They dress me in silk and silence,
a crown of hands upon my head.
A chalice raised, the liquid thick as dusk.
I drink, and the world unravels—
memories not my own bloom behind my eyes,
a thousand lives...
#addiction
#apathy
#depression
#insomnia
#nightmares
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Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 5:23am
7th Feb 2025 5:23am
Vestige
I trace the place where you used to rest,
fingertips ghosting over absence,
over the quiet unraveling of us.
The walls still hum with your breath,
low and distant, like a song I can’t forget.
I close my eyes,
but the melody lingers.
You were the storm I stood in willingly,
arms outstretched, waiting to drown.
And now, only echoes remain—
a silhouette in the doorway,
a whisper in the dust.
I tell myself I am free of you,
but even in my solitude,
I still speak your name.
fingertips ghosting over absence,
over the quiet unraveling of us.
The walls still hum with your breath,
low and distant, like a song I can’t forget.
I close my eyes,
but the melody lingers.
You were the storm I stood in willingly,
arms outstretched, waiting to drown.
And now, only echoes remain—
a silhouette in the doorway,
a whisper in the dust.
I tell myself I am free of you,
but even in my solitude,
I still speak your name.
#abuse
#addiction
#nightmares
#sadness
#SelfHarm
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 6:52am
6th Feb 2025 6:52am
Decomposing Dreams
In the forest of souls
all fight for light
drink from the well
of rusted metal dreams
seeking truth
in liquid reflections
circling the drain
of rabid need
seeing the future
in lullabies consumed
where desires are talons
and nights bleed sin
in love with the ghost
of a fractured soul
whispering pain
only memories remain
echoing in the dark
that never was
haunted by violence
on god's TV
kissing lips
of a decomposing void
clinging to a ghost
that carries my name
all fight for light
drink from the well
of rusted metal dreams
seeking truth
in liquid reflections
circling the drain
of rabid need
seeing the future
in lullabies consumed
where desires are talons
and nights bleed sin
in love with the ghost
of a fractured soul
whispering pain
only memories remain
echoing in the dark
that never was
haunted by violence
on god's TV
kissing lips
of a decomposing void
clinging to a ghost
that carries my name
#dreams
#nightmares
#utopia
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missjem56
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 2:30pm
5th Feb 2025 2:30pm
Stumped
I was going to write a poem about Donald Trump
Someone i'd like to thump
But would rather have a dump
But not as plump
As that fat lump
I wish he'd take a flying jump
And hit the earth with a massive bump
As all his lies are soon gazumped
That chump Trump stumped
by Jemia
Someone i'd like to thump
But would rather have a dump
But not as plump
As that fat lump
I wish he'd take a flying jump
And hit the earth with a massive bump
As all his lies are soon gazumped
That chump Trump stumped
by Jemia
#corruption
#HumanRights
#nightmares
#politics
#surreal
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Northern_Soul
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
I choose my nightmares wisely
the doctor writes me a script
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
#illness
#nightmares
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
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msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 5:33pm
18th Jan 2025 5:33pm
Beautiful Nightmare
Terrible Dreams,
as you fall asleep,
Slumber is waiting,
as you go in deep.
A good night's rest
is what you shall seek,
No noise or sounds,
Not even a peep.
So, You close your eyes,
As you close them tight,
To catch some zzz's all
through the darkened night.
A Beautiful Nightmare
is what you see,
It so very vivid it's
hard not to Believe.
What's before you,
it seems so real,
It is so miraculous
You can't help how you Feel.
A Dream that is Delighting, and ...
as you fall asleep,
Slumber is waiting,
as you go in deep.
A good night's rest
is what you shall seek,
No noise or sounds,
Not even a peep.
So, You close your eyes,
As you close them tight,
To catch some zzz's all
through the darkened night.
A Beautiful Nightmare
is what you see,
It so very vivid it's
hard not to Believe.
What's before you,
it seems so real,
It is so miraculous
You can't help how you Feel.
A Dream that is Delighting, and ...
#dreams
#horror
#nightmares
#scary
#sleep
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rksingh
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 11:47am
10th Jan 2025 11:47am
MIDNIGHT CRY
No use abusing
or cursing anyone when
restless and breathless
I cry to God to help me
for a while let me sleep
sexless meditate
in the darkest of hours
negotiate peace
with self and rest even if
I exist in my sufferings
R K Singh
or cursing anyone when
restless and breathless
I cry to God to help me
for a while let me sleep
sexless meditate
in the darkest of hours
negotiate peace
with self and rest even if
I exist in my sufferings
R K Singh
#depression
#insomnia
#nightmares
66 reads
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LunaDahlia
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 4:41am
24th Dec 2024 4:41am
Down the Rabbit Hole Of My Trauma And Nightmares
#abuse
#nightmares
#suffering #PTSD
#suffering #PTSD
59 reads
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