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
14 reads
13 Comments
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
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
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
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
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
TheVORTEXRETURNS
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 11:43pm
6th Jan 2025 11:43pm
"Collapse of nectarivore's flow of time"
The echoing phantasmal sonic time distorting
implosions.
As images morph by at hyper-space commotions.
Phenomenons of illusion made undoubtedly
tangible.
In a World of bitter patience soon
the majority became hospitable.
The minds eyed editor and architectonic of
these multi-implicable intentions.
Would weave this once faint dream into a
cosmic and permanent invention.
implosions.
As images morph by at hyper-space commotions.
Phenomenons of illusion made undoubtedly
tangible.
In a World of bitter patience soon
the majority became hospitable.
The minds eyed editor and architectonic of
these multi-implicable intentions.
Would weave this once faint dream into a
cosmic and permanent invention.
#mythology
#nightmares
#scifi
32 reads
0 Comments
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
34 reads
2 Comments
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
34 reads
1 Comment
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
36 reads
17 Comments
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
43 reads
0 Comments
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