The Worst Nightmare

The Worst Nightmare short poem

Photo by Moyan_Brenn

Each and every person desire to have a peaceful life
But if life goes smooth then something is not going right!
People in life have some or the other fear
That are their worst nightmares
Let’s start with toddlers
Who are scared to be away from their mothers
Then coming to children they have the fear
To score less marks in their papers
A business man,who has a nightmare
Of loosing all his money in his shares
A housewife who is scared
That her family doesn’t get hurt,which she cannot bear
A girl has a fear
To wander alone in the night here and there
When people come across their nightmares
Some face them fearlessly and some can just do prayers
Why people remember almighty only when they are in some problem
Why we people always blame God for bad outcomes
Why we don’t feel graced for what we have become
Why we always ask for more and don’t get satisfied with some
I don’t know if ever I would have the answers to these whys’
But let’s take a pledge to say our nightmares a very good bye
And thank god for always being with us when we really cried!!

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Nightmare

Nightmare short poem

sometime I watch the fear held aloft by you, possessed, you try to protect yourself from you in vain, very thirsty, white hydrangeas on your lips tremble, exhaust their need for clouds in blue eyes, pale fountain gives up tumult

Worst Possible Thing To Experience

Worst Possible Thing To Experience short poem

I love you with no reasons, I love you without bounds, I love you with full heart, I love you without fake care, I love you with fulfilling relationship, I love you without expectations, Baby, Sweetheart I will be with

Rejoice Of The Nightmare

Rejoice Of  The Nightmare short poem

Every night I espy a dream a dream of my own puckered face , drunken lips , swollen heart and a stiff bow crossed head . I look at my own hair , falling as slow as a wink of

The Nightmare Is Gone

The Nightmare Is Gone long poem

Moving softly down the stairs with Isa holding tightly to her mother’s hand. Leanora was looking to the left and the right across the large hallway The thought of leaving her home was so horrendous to her . There was