I had the first two lines of this written somewhere randomly, so I decided to something with it! I would love your thoughts. This is my first poem that doesn't rhyme.
Nightmare
Slipping, Falling
Plunging into ink
Darkness, Coldness
Smother and freeze
Dancing, Prancing
Images appear
Mocking, Cackling
Unsettlingly near
Grasping, Clinging
Hoping for dawn
Losing, Crying
Trying to hide
Brightening, Lightening
Gasping for Breath
Morning, Daytime
Dreamland survived
Comments
Thanks! I hate nightmares,
Thanks! I hate nightmares, especially that helpless feeling!
A poem begins as a lump in the thoat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness -Robert Frost
Emilee @ http://fantasticalpaperrealm.blogspot.com/
I love this! Your rhythm is
I love this! Your rhythm is just right. :D But it's not as good as that Tree one, though. Just thought I'd let you know:)
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh
:)
Thank you, and I'm glad you like The Tree! or, Beneath The Tree ;)!
A poem begins as a lump in the thoat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness -Robert Frost
Emilee @ http://fantasticalpaperrealm.blogspot.com/
Good! That is exactly how a
Good! That is exactly how a nightmare is...well, mine are like that, at least ;)
"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson