cabcool
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 11:36pm
2nd Jul 2024 11:36pm
final consequence
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
#dawn
#hope
#nightmares
#sleep
#success
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Betty
Poem Published
28th Jun 2024 3:36am
28th Jun 2024 3:36am
habits die harder in nightmares
It was like one of those
cigarette dreams where you smoke
(or drink or break your
sobriety)
and get pissed at
yourself
but do it anyway
Filthy habits always seem
to die
harder in dreams
So it was with us
last night
We stood on
opposite sides
of a cursed door
foreheads pressed
eyes closed
palms flat
as if we could
transmogrify
the sick regret
to anything
anything
else
through the...
cigarette dreams where you smoke
(or drink or break your
sobriety)
and get pissed at
yourself
but do it anyway
Filthy habits always seem
to die
harder in dreams
So it was with us
last night
We stood on
opposite sides
of a cursed door
foreheads pressed
eyes closed
palms flat
as if we could
transmogrify
the sick regret
to anything
anything
else
through the...
#addiction
#breakup
#depression
#dreams
#nightmares
412 reads
22 Comments
GN101
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 10:32am
6th Jun 2024 10:32am
The Hounds of Banevekarous
They hunt the weary and naïve, with eyes that burn with vitriol
They salivate upon the leaf litter as they race the oldest paths
Expansive forest of the mind, welcome the wandering wonderers
If wits aren’t quick the hounds will strike and all will be afraid
I’ve laughed in joy and climbed the trees, weary of their teeth
To ten of them they stretch their number, clawing in their haste
Beware the Hounds of Banevekarous, they hunt the traveller down
Beware the Hounds of Banevekarous, suddenly they strike!
Beware the Hounds of Banevekarous...
They salivate upon the leaf litter as they race the oldest paths
Expansive forest of the mind, welcome the wandering wonderers
If wits aren’t quick the hounds will strike and all will be afraid
I’ve laughed in joy and climbed the trees, weary of their teeth
To ten of them they stretch their number, clawing in their haste
Beware the Hounds of Banevekarous, they hunt the traveller down
Beware the Hounds of Banevekarous, suddenly they strike!
Beware the Hounds of Banevekarous...
#dreams
#nightmares
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faithmairee
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 7:07pm
23rd Apr 2024 7:07pm
The Lady Blue (Another Chance)
Gary and I were heartbroken over losing the baby.But as luck would have it, I got pregnant again not too long afterwards. Everything was going great that is until the dreams returned. I ended up very depressed over them.
Please don't judge me. I think I have suffered enough for my past transgressions. I pray I am forgiven for I never meant to hurt anyone. I only wanted love like all of the rest. Perhaps, I shouldn't be forgiven as my happiness was bought at the expense of another women's pain.
I began singing at The Lady Blue...
Please don't judge me. I think I have suffered enough for my past transgressions. I pray I am forgiven for I never meant to hurt anyone. I only wanted love like all of the rest. Perhaps, I shouldn't be forgiven as my happiness was bought at the expense of another women's pain.
I began singing at The Lady Blue...
#birth
#daughter
#dreams
#nightmares
#risk
168 reads
4 Comments
Namyh
Poem Published
12th Mar 2024 2:17pm
12th Mar 2024 2:17pm
Something Whooshed...!
Something Whooshed…!
On a planet, in a country, in a state, in a town,
on a street where a lampost shines
and the houses, very warm, quiet dreamers in their sleep
like a hush after church bell chimes.
Something whooshed on the wind in the distance.
Something galloped in the lime moonlight
and its wings cut the air into slices of Fear
which it tossed in the night with delight.
And I shivered with a tremble and began to disassemble
with the fright now fused to my bones.
Slices landed on the rooftops, slid across...
On a planet, in a country, in a state, in a town,
on a street where a lampost shines
and the houses, very warm, quiet dreamers in their sleep
like a hush after church bell chimes.
Something whooshed on the wind in the distance.
Something galloped in the lime moonlight
and its wings cut the air into slices of Fear
which it tossed in the night with delight.
And I shivered with a tremble and began to disassemble
with the fright now fused to my bones.
Slices landed on the rooftops, slid across...
#dark
#gothic
#evil
#scary
#nightmares
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cabcool
Poem Published
10th Mar 2024 8:39pm
10th Mar 2024 8:39pm
night sadness
Night is the blotting paper for many sorrows.”
—African Proverb
when day tasks are done
and the world is gone
and the sun bows down his head
and the doors are closed
and tight locks imposed
and the atmosphere is dead
my spirit swells within my breast
confined against my will
because the night brings more unrest
than can my fervent quill
transcribe....
—African Proverb
when day tasks are done
and the world is gone
and the sun bows down his head
and the doors are closed
and tight locks imposed
and the atmosphere is dead
my spirit swells within my breast
confined against my will
because the night brings more unrest
than can my fervent quill
transcribe....
#sadness
#loneliness
#night
#emptiness
#nightmares
238 reads
2 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2023 1:28am
23rd Aug 2023 1:28am
Parallel Passions and Forgotten Nightmares
#dark
#dreams
#nightmares
#ForbiddenLove
#passion
204 reads
2 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
15th Aug 2023 10:11pm
15th Aug 2023 10:11pm
Running with the Queen of Hearts
- Running with the Queen of Hearts -
Today, we shall indulge our twisted appetites with a work of dream! How much is dream, is up to the interpretation of saner minds than mine, however. In any case, there is no point in being commonplace, so we shall open this tale with but a single word. That word being evocative of all that is to follow, all that is to come. Auspicious! That is the word we will start with. It was auspicious to see the dark and a bit all too muggy chamber before me. Honestly, I always thought basements and cellars were supposed to be cool but this was...
Today, we shall indulge our twisted appetites with a work of dream! How much is dream, is up to the interpretation of saner minds than mine, however. In any case, there is no point in being commonplace, so we shall open this tale with but a single word. That word being evocative of all that is to follow, all that is to come. Auspicious! That is the word we will start with. It was auspicious to see the dark and a bit all too muggy chamber before me. Honestly, I always thought basements and cellars were supposed to be cool but this was...
#dark
#relationships
#dreams
#memories
#nightmares
408 reads
4 Comments
Sar_Val
Poem Published
25th Jul 2023 4:58am
25th Jul 2023 4:58am
Your obsession with Twatiana Dynamite
#anger
#heartbroken
#secrets
#emptiness
#nightmares
183 reads
3 Comments
Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
8th Jun 2023 3:20am
8th Jun 2023 3:20am
Sticky Is The Web...Said The Spider To The Fly...The Stalker is I !!!
I've been waiting lifetimes my beautiful pet. My God given rights of ownership as the maker of perfect things...I Birthed you for my forever soulmate, forever to keep. I've make many horrid mistakes in the past. Got frustrated, then irritation racked over me. My dark side of mad wash & soaked me. candidates recited time...Time I can never have again. These unworthy harlots laughing at me as they spilled their thick, wicked, cunning book of lies. Insipid, rained like boredom in my head. I know no pleads of falsehoods in the most self-indulgent of ways. Their self-pity acts of cry...flip of...
#dark
#nightmares
#dystopian #curse
#dystopian #curse
240 reads
0 Comments
drinkingflux
mila throat
mila throat
Poem Published
11th May 2023 6:20pm
11th May 2023 6:20pm
i saw you in my dream
i saw you in a dream one night
i asked you if it was really you
you said you were also asleep
and when you woke you would forget
that we had seen each other
i sat beside you in the meadow
looking into your face as you
stared off into the horizon
as the clouds passed by; the sun was setting
contemplative, yet vacant; despondent
taking me back to when you would hold me
your grasp and your body were so warm
your eyes looking into me so coldly
empty smile not quite reaching your eyes
no tension in apprehensions or...
i asked you if it was really you
you said you were also asleep
and when you woke you would forget
that we had seen each other
i sat beside you in the meadow
looking into your face as you
stared off into the horizon
as the clouds passed by; the sun was setting
contemplative, yet vacant; despondent
taking me back to when you would hold me
your grasp and your body were so warm
your eyes looking into me so coldly
empty smile not quite reaching your eyes
no tension in apprehensions or...
#father
#nightmares
#StreamOfConsciousness
369 reads
3 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
14th Mar 2023 1:03am
14th Mar 2023 1:03am
nurserymares
I
how now said the dead
cow to the falling moon
while the dealers cooked
up murder on a silver spoon
my dear little boy blue,
come, blow taps on your
horn
opioids, heroin and
fentanyl
the end comes much,
much too
soon
II
hickory dickery
doc
a virus stopped
the clock
time stood still
as many became
ill ...
how now said the dead
cow to the falling moon
while the dealers cooked
up murder on a silver spoon
my dear little boy blue,
come, blow taps on your
horn
opioids, heroin and
fentanyl
the end comes much,
much too
soon
II
hickory dickery
doc
a virus stopped
the clock
time stood still
as many became
ill ...
#nightmares
361 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Nightmares
