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Julia B Shaw Feb 2020
Nightmares are dreadful things
They creep into subconscious minds
And tear at sanity's fragile strings
Turning our thoughts to things unkind

I was a teacher of children quite small
And loved the years I spent with them
But soon after leaving  teaching I recall
My nightmares started to brim

The sweet ones eyes began to glow
Within my fevered brain so fraught
Red demon light seemed to flow
From every eye that I had taught

Then even stranger thoughts assailed
As each child grew in size
It seemed to me that their fingernails
From my body sought a prize

They gouged my eyes and ripped my skin
I could not seem to escape
Although I tried to stop the din
Alas it was too late

Another time a stranger dream
Came to me late one night
It was worse than any nightmare had seemed
It caused me a sinister fright

I was in my old frame school
Twenty-five students joined me there
But one small boy had broken a rule
And slipped a gun in on a dare

We teachers never checked the hooks
Where all the schoolbags were sorted
We thought them filled with pencils and books
No weapons had ever been reported

But in this dream he took us all hostage
Then brandished the gun about
He placed in front of us a blockage
So no one could get out

With all my heart I entreated him
To let one small child go
It seemed that even the room went dim
As he looked at us row by row

At last, he motioned with hands spread
That I should walk one child
Out the door and down the hall
Outs where children and parents reconciled

So one by one I went with each
Dear student held that day
Until they all had safely reached
And end to their great dismay

Then S.W.A.T. moved right in sync
And whisked that  boy away
I never knew what to think
Because suddenly I was awake

I jumped up from my bed undone
And ran frightened with a scream
I grabbed a phone to cal 911
Before I realized it was only a dream

Nightmares can be ever so real
They'll make you do strange eerie things
Nightmares always  my dreams seem to steal
I wish they would all take wings
Written after a dream that I had about a boy bringing a gun to first grade.
Tiana Jan 2020
She
She's calm and quiet,
Yet fierce and scarier
than one's fright;
She
CLARYT Jan 2020
I fear you,
Always have,
Yet I love you,
How is that?,

you violated me,
I was young,
You remember?
What you've done?,

Saw you lately,
Felt the same,
But I'll always,
Know your name,

Winter, dark days,
Many names,
Doesn't matter,
They're all the same,

I have solace,
Take a note,
Someone loves me,
He's my coat,

He's my blanket,
Keeps me safe,
You can do one,
See my face?....

(C) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 13/01/2020
Horrid memories of extreme weather, but I have a lovely focus now.
Ken Mears Nov 2019
On Halloween night,

Monsters emerge,

Ready to instill fright,

An unearthly scourge.


Monsters of all kinds,

Stalk the Earth,

No longer trapped in confines,

Deep-set fear to unearth.


Ghosts and ghouls and goblins,

Zombies and skeletons and spiders,

All come hobbling,

Out as night riders.


Ready to ***** and chill,

To haunt and hunt,

To fill with thrill,

And fight at fear's battlefront.


Creatures of ill intent,

Unite for one night,

Creating discontent,

A vile blight.


Amongst children,

Ready for tricks or treats,

Seven billion,

People's fears to eats.


On Halloween night,

Dark forces arise,

And take flight,

For fear is their prize!
Left Foot Poet Aug 2017
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the freight of fright (one by one)

you don't see them often
out east,
the coupled cars of trains,
so long, one single train, touching,
two borders of one middle-of-the-country-state,
simultaneous

that said,
rode those couplers once or twice,
even now, sitting free fared on uncut lengths of rebar,
quiet humming on my knees, Clapton's Layla,
heading to a city that claims need for another skyscraper

but the freight train I ride and rode a million passenger miles,
so many miles, I ride now gold free for life,
that of course,
a curse,
an ironic joke
on me

the freight of fright,
of waking up tired,
after just having falling asleep
worthy of only short story nightmares,
alligator eaten dreams,
running from and to
the silver bullet band's lullaby;

"running against the wind,
a young man,
running against the wind"


this train, all mind mine,
don't carry no commodities,
no cars or washing machines,
its load is men, mostly me,
carrying grades of fright,
adding on and up a few more rail cars,
in strange cities,
different chemical formulas
but all prime fright, fear,
of waking up, still breathing

guess I can quit here,
no excuse making time to make a tome,
fright comes in small measures,
coupled together, this train,
this tracked, cracked dry riverbed
of a train,
and it goes on bye,
one by one


12:57am
could be Monday, maybe, or Tuesday, too.
sushii May 2019
You’re green, bubbly, and magenta.
You’ve transformed my vision of what I call psychedelia—
Wow!
I wouldn’t have expected you to walk up to me right here, right now.
You have candy canes on your face!
Funny you should come to this place....

Do you like it here?
See, look! A blue deer!
Wait, why is he sad?
Come along, please don’t be mad...

...a pretty color indeed!
Yes, I think it’s very sweet.
I’m so very curious, sir.
Why is it that the mangroves stir?

I find your idea rather enchanting,
However my imagination is too demanding...
Why are you here?
What summoned you and told you to appear?

Never the matter, let’s bask away;
Hurry, there’s only so much left today.
Beautiful, yes it is,
But stranger than a ghost’s kiss...

I don’t quite understand...
My fate doesn’t feel too grand,
And I suddenly realize
The meaning behind all your lies.

You were the one.
You took away the sun,
Leaving me with night
And a heart filled with fright.
You were the one.
You said it’d be fun,
And guided me in my infancy
To not worry or look too closely
Until one day it was gone


And I tried to forget
That you were the one.
Bill MacEachern Apr 2019
I walked through that door
They said "please, sit down"
"We've got some bad news,
And it's all over town"

"Someone said something,
And said it was you"
"She said that you touched her,
We know that's not true"

I've always loved kids
In all the right ways
I never looked AT THEM
Not even sideways

Along comes His Ex
His Ex with a grudge
She took my good name
And turned it to sludge

We all were questioned,
By all the experts
Questions that frightened
And questions that hurt

And "NO"was the answer
The little girl said
"Oh, I sat on his lap"
"But!, he only read!"

"Unsubstantiated" was
The word that they used
It stays with you always
A huge mental bruise

Forty years later
I keep them at bay
NO!, It's not right
But how it will stay
I was falsely accused of child ****** abuse back in the 80's..,
Back when all those day cares were being paraded into court on somebody JUST saying so!!
Ruined many a life...
Funny, I'm one of the lucky ones, though I still suffer, always on my guard, trying to insure that I don't leave myself vulnerable to ever having to go through that again.
For someone who Love's children, it's been a life sentence!!
Nsmith15 Apr 2019
Daddy said love was all about red and white Rose, expensive dinner, ...

Truth is love is giving her half your fries when she wasn't hungry
Waking up a 4 pm, to her snoring and
Referring to shoving her off the bed.
Trying to embarrass one another, in public love, is full of stupid fright and tearful memories that make up for why I love her.
Love is just tiptoeing through life with your best friend
Random post
Rue Mar 2019
As the sun shines,
it appears bright
with added signs
of love and fright.

But what we don’t see,
from this gaze,
is a certain degree
of sadness and haze.

The sun becomes dim
and all feelings appeared
to be fully grim;
for beauty has disappeared
once again.
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