Nightmares

by TSI25   Apr 9, 2013


The morning house was dark that day,
the bedroom rank with fear,
where sleeping souls dreamt of dread,
and of angels, insincere.

For when we hope, and pray for rest-
our hurried hearts in hell-
we seek our sweetest darkness
till the morning's mighty knell.

We see our lovers, brothers, friends...
sleeping through the night.
What dreams may come to tantalize,
and make false futures bright?

But dreams they are and dreams they stay,
however loud we weep.
our dreams are in another land;
a land of lustful sleep.

Our nightmares may not come at night-
not when we rest our heads...
But when we waken from our dreams:

Alone

and in our beds.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Khalid M Darwish

    This poem sums all elements for sleep/ non-sleep such as nightmares, fear, dark, dream, ... and loneliness. The reaction between human along with these elements yielded a unique type of writing.
    Stellar!

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    I think the rhymes here were really good,
    I've been reading through your poems and trying to comment on some of them, but I'm at a loss with words, and you said things that I can relate to in this piece, you took something that we all deal with and crafted it in a way that made me be dragged into the lines. Our dreams can become nightmares and sometimes when we are awake, those nightmares still haunt and follow us.

  • 11 years ago

    by Lemon

    This rhymes perfectly, and I very much like the dark tone of this. Nicely written :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    Like a few others mentioned, I'm also not a huge fan of rhyming poems... but maybe that's because I suck at it. :P Anywho, this poem blew me away. It's flawless and totally stuck out in a big way.

    Nightmares aren't always in our dreams, they can be our everyday life. Everyone has a nightmare that haunts them and it isn't always at night, it could be in broad daylight. Fear is the nightmare.

    You had wonderful imagery throughout ...but I adore the ending. Waking up alone, without anyone there to help comfort your fears... maybe being alone is the fear and you wake up everyday realizing it. Thought provoking piece!

  • 11 years ago

    by Chelsey

    Taylor, I have to say I stopped writing and reading rhyming poetry a long time ago because I felt so restricted with words and it got boring to me...but this was really really neat. I like your topic! Those last two stanzas honestly blew me away...This whole poem did to be honest.

    Its funny how we think our nightmares consist of someone chasing us, falling off a cliff, getting murdered, but you said it well when saying But dreams they are and dreams they stay,...they shouldnt scare us....what is scary is what your ending line said..being alone..waking up with no comfort...living reality hopelessly ...alone.

    Very well written. Kudos.