Thor_Azine
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 1:44pm
30th Aug 2024 1:44pm
Within a Glance
I went somewhere and you were there
alone within the same nightmare
intwined we swirled throughout the night
making the darkest love we dare
And without sight to our delight
we kissed the sun and stole her light
in bended synchronicity
star crossed lovers in lonely plight
But this despair that we both share
while dancing in the space out there
cuts to the quick this devil's bite
until we lose the will to care
So if by chance or happenstance
we break away from circumstance
then I will fly and thus be seen...
alone within the same nightmare
intwined we swirled throughout the night
making the darkest love we dare
And without sight to our delight
we kissed the sun and stole her light
in bended synchronicity
star crossed lovers in lonely plight
But this despair that we both share
while dancing in the space out there
cuts to the quick this devil's bite
until we lose the will to care
So if by chance or happenstance
we break away from circumstance
then I will fly and thus be seen...
#hope
#magic
#nightmares #stars
#nightmares #stars
14 reads
3 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
17th Mar 2021 11:54am
17th Mar 2021 11:54am
Dreamt In the Deep Dark Night Of My Turbulent Restlessness
When your day goes to hell
Flies apart at your seems
Leaks too much saltwater
Over your lovely things
Yeah ... too much shit
Yeah ... too much hurt
Yeah ... too much Pain
Yeah ... always everyday
When your dishwasher leaks
Soaks through the floor beneath
Suds fill the kitchen all up
The floor'll now get mopped
Yeah ... too much work
Yeah ... too much bad luck
Yeah ... too much voided love
Yeah ... too much jaded muck
When your love drips out on the floor ...
Flies apart at your seems
Leaks too much saltwater
Over your lovely things
Yeah ... too much shit
Yeah ... too much hurt
Yeah ... too much Pain
Yeah ... always everyday
When your dishwasher leaks
Soaks through the floor beneath
Suds fill the kitchen all up
The floor'll now get mopped
Yeah ... too much work
Yeah ... too much bad luck
Yeah ... too much voided love
Yeah ... too much jaded muck
When your love drips out on the floor ...
#anxiety
#love
#nightmares
15 reads
7 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
Seeds Planted at Night
The nightmares bare the stench
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
#nightmares
#PTSD
#soldiers #war
#soldiers #war
15 reads
8 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
4th Jan 2019 2:58am
4th Jan 2019 2:58am
5. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
His hand is on the latch
as I latch onto his mirage. I think
picket fences and Tom appears
or Huck. White-washed. No water
passes through these slabs. He says,
open or doom. Says, room or perish.
I would have circled the picket in zen.
Or stopped as an O,
away, taking in. My friend, auditioner
for Avenue Q, has no clear idea
of the profanity of rules. Move along
she muppets, the voices of New Yorkers
pushing through. The sign lofts high, as his eyes audit,
ender of worlds, ender of traffic
footing what was once a street...
as I latch onto his mirage. I think
picket fences and Tom appears
or Huck. White-washed. No water
passes through these slabs. He says,
open or doom. Says, room or perish.
I would have circled the picket in zen.
Or stopped as an O,
away, taking in. My friend, auditioner
for Avenue Q, has no clear idea
of the profanity of rules. Move along
she muppets, the voices of New Yorkers
pushing through. The sign lofts high, as his eyes audit,
ender of worlds, ender of traffic
footing what was once a street...
#heaven
#freedom
#escape
#nightmares
#philosophical
16 reads
2 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
15th Mar 2021 10:51pm
15th Mar 2021 10:51pm
Fused Confusion
Falling through the aether once more
Chaos and nonsense add to the call
Running and standing all the same
Black and white all colorfully insane
Chaos and nonsense add to the call
Running and standing all the same
Black and white all colorfully insane
#dreams
#nightmares
16 reads
10 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
19th Nov 2021 12:01pm
19th Nov 2021 12:01pm
All The Stars
Reigning in the night
they offer up their light
a sprinkle of twinkles
all across the sky
This beauty I cannot deny
still always lures
how the cosmos endures
resists the friction of time
Like elements of rhyme
written in inedible ink
while they continue to blink
in the black drape of night
For the beauty of the write
is in its lines
how each now defines
the spacing of each word
Whispered as it is heard
echoing in the dark
igniting a single spark
all the stars
they offer up their light
a sprinkle of twinkles
all across the sky
This beauty I cannot deny
still always lures
how the cosmos endures
resists the friction of time
Like elements of rhyme
written in inedible ink
while they continue to blink
in the black drape of night
For the beauty of the write
is in its lines
how each now defines
the spacing of each word
Whispered as it is heard
echoing in the dark
igniting a single spark
all the stars
#stars
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#nightmares
16 reads
12 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
29th Apr 2024 6:37pm
29th Apr 2024 6:37pm
Blood Dried On My Hands
Despite the plight of best laid plans
no one really understands
the games we play and wars we wage
as blood dries sticky on my hands
Deep within the catacombs
we came from loss and broken homes
down at the farm we learn to harm
silent killers breaking bones
Quiet professionals in blackout gear
wet work masters spreading fear
tomahawk crews break the news
so much worse than what you hear
Baby toys and Christmas tree stands
headphones blaring metal bands
no one cares about nightmares
of blood dried...
no one really understands
the games we play and wars we wage
as blood dries sticky on my hands
Deep within the catacombs
we came from loss and broken homes
down at the farm we learn to harm
silent killers breaking bones
Quiet professionals in blackout gear
wet work masters spreading fear
tomahawk crews break the news
so much worse than what you hear
Baby toys and Christmas tree stands
headphones blaring metal bands
no one cares about nightmares
of blood dried...
#military
#nightmares
18 reads
13 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
27th Jun 2018 6:53am
27th Jun 2018 6:53am
Dance of the Dead
Peering out the old cottage window, facing the cemetery across the street
Bored with nothing to do, to go, and no one to meet.
The pale moon shines full and bright with no clouds to cover.
The night breeze gently blows-open the shutters;
it’s a perfect night for such a long summer.
Grandpa’s old clock strikes at midnight; without expecting anything spectacular
I take, in my hands, grandpa’s bird-watching binoculars. ...
Bored with nothing to do, to go, and no one to meet.
The pale moon shines full and bright with no clouds to cover.
The night breeze gently blows-open the shutters;
it’s a perfect night for such a long summer.
Grandpa’s old clock strikes at midnight; without expecting anything spectacular
I take, in my hands, grandpa’s bird-watching binoculars. ...
#ghosts
#nightmares
21 reads
6 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 10:20pm
9th Apr 2025 10:20pm
Silent Silkworms
I fell asleep
Drifting gently, to the land of dreams
And they, for a change
Were mostly pleasant
I awoke
Feeling umusually relaxed
And at peace
In fact my bed
Felt more comfortable, than usual
As if the bedcovers
Were made of the finest silk
I lay there for a while
Daydreaming, engaging within the harmony of existence
Only disturbed
By the sense, my bed was moving
I opened my eyes
It was pitch black
Yet i always sleep with soft light
Perhaps the light was momentarily lost
I tried...
Drifting gently, to the land of dreams
And they, for a change
Were mostly pleasant
I awoke
Feeling umusually relaxed
And at peace
In fact my bed
Felt more comfortable, than usual
As if the bedcovers
Were made of the finest silk
I lay there for a while
Daydreaming, engaging within the harmony of existence
Only disturbed
By the sense, my bed was moving
I opened my eyes
It was pitch black
Yet i always sleep with soft light
Perhaps the light was momentarily lost
I tried...
#anxiety
#LifeAsAWriter
#nightmares
28 reads
0 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
12th Feb 2019 11:12pm
12th Feb 2019 11:12pm
Ambulance
I fall asleep, wake in the woods,
spy an axe lodged in a tree trunk-
I see nobody else around, but I feel
the vines creep on the ground.
Lodged in my throat, I ask the tree trunk
why nobody's around, spy a glint
creep like tendrils on the ground
proclaiming ambulate, ambulate.
My body spins down nowhere; a glint
like eyeballs roll as tendrils into mulch,
my legs proclaim it’s too late to ambulate
for a thrown star sticks out of my chest....
spy an axe lodged in a tree trunk-
I see nobody else around, but I feel
the vines creep on the ground.
Lodged in my throat, I ask the tree trunk
why nobody's around, spy a glint
creep like tendrils on the ground
proclaiming ambulate, ambulate.
My body spins down nowhere; a glint
like eyeballs roll as tendrils into mulch,
my legs proclaim it’s too late to ambulate
for a thrown star sticks out of my chest....
#dreams
#rhyming
#nightmares
38 reads
17 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 11:30am
11th Apr 2025 11:30am
Talk About A Bad Dream
Debi Sue was still sleeping.
But she woke up via creaking door.
An insane naked man entered.
He laughed while tearing her clothes off.
She screamed and woke up all alone.
But she woke up via creaking door.
An insane naked man entered.
He laughed while tearing her clothes off.
She screamed and woke up all alone.
#dark
#fiction
#nightmares
#scary
#sex
44 reads
0 Comments
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