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horror poems
any kind of poetry style, just scare me :)
Ended April 7, 2023 • 17 Entries • Created by sushishi
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WhiteWolfe32

in the window

i thought i saw

in the window

my lost love.

my doctor told me

it was grief.

i thought i saw

in the window

my old enemy.

my doctor told me

it was bitterness.

i thought i saw

in the window

a glimpse of the Grim.

my doctor told me

it was fear.

yet the last thing i saw

was the worst thing of all:

i thought i saw

in the window

myself.

my love, gone.

my enemy, gone.

even death,

the uncomfortable comfort,

gone.

i was alone.

and as i watched myself i saw

my skin begin to ripple,

my eyes began to bulge

my hair began to fall.

i was aging before my eyes

each second a decade of time.

with the last of my strength

i clawed for the door

took the bus into town

and knocked on death's door.

and my doctor told me

with a youthful smile,

that he appreciated

my donation.

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bloodjam in Horror & Thriller
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Hey

Look at me.

I’m talking

to you…

may I ask

a question?

When you read a poem,

when you look at me,

have you ever

considered

what you are doing?

You are eating.

Each word you

look at

enters your mind.

And each word

has a life of its own

but like

a raw piece of

fish

a bad piece of

meat

there is a chance of a

parasite

wriggling inside

a word

hooks in your mind

now

consuming you…

A Poet’s Trojan Horse.

And look how much

you have eaten

already~

I hope you

continue to read

poems

I would love

the company~

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horror poems
any kind of poetry style, just scare me :)
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Mnezz in Horror & Thriller
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ALPES

With a thousand eyes…

It watches the child…while

The babe tries to fall into a

Deep slumber…

Then it glides into the room…

Through the window…ready to

Sink it’s razor-sharp teeth into the

Scrumptious looking flesh…

With it’s long snake-like

Tongue…it begins to take a

Lick of the newborn’s face…

& begins to slowly open its jaws!

O, beware the Alpes!

For it lies in wait…

Ready to snatch young ones…

Away from their families.

’Tis best to place salt

Near the baby’s room…

Cover the key opening hole…

Remember to also place a broom

Right underneath the pillow.

Grab a mirror…

As well as a cross…,

Hang each close to the door.

You better hope

These steps/tips work

Otherwise….

When the Alpes arrive, Run…

…Run…as fast you can…

and make sure to~

Take your baby with you

Find another place to call home!

Please check…& see.

You better make sure

The little one

You’re carrying…is yours.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VAN2_S0Y5l0

#ALPES (c)

03.23.2023 Fridey jnr.

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booklover_2020 in Horror & Thriller
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Found

* not sure if this exactly counts as a poem or not. But I gave it a shot. :) *

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Sweaty palms,

racing heart.

Silence.

Rapid breaths,

terrified eyes.

Pause.

Thunking footsteps,

getting closer.

Stop.

Shadows tower,

covering light.

Creaking.

Glowering eyes,

searching the dark.

Heavy breathing.

Masked face,

looking down.

Locked eyes.

Huddled tightly,

thumping heart.

Soft cry.

Dark hands

reach and reveal.

Scream.

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Rumpleskag in Horror & Thriller
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Homecoming

The heavy rain pounds the earth,

The ground has taken it's fill.

The excess flows in small streams

That go blindly down the hill.

A newcomer to the town

Has become lost on his way.

Came to be a visitor,

Only now is forced to stay.

"How did I get here," he thinks.

Doesn't know where he has been,

and where to find some shelter

is too far beyond his ken.

Lightning blazes in the sky;

Its daylight, so bright and full.

He sees it in the distance

a cross upon a steeple.

Before long he has made it,

to a small church right beside,

a small and tidy graveyard

where are buried those who died.

It looks familiar to him,

but this surely cannot be.

He's never been here before

At least not that he can see.

He shakes the thought from his mind

He knows now that he must try

to get inside the building,

where surely it must be dry.

He finds the front door is locked,

the side and back are as well.

He opens a storm cellar,

and sees a vision of hell.

The place is filled with the dead

all are standing on their own.

They all turn their heads tow'rd him

The warm smiles welcome him home.

Everything comes flooding back,

a shock to his flailing mind.

He did not survive his trip

He'll be here for quite some time.

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GerardDiLeo in Horror & Thriller
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One at a Time

Those eyes, following me,

So red, piercing

The air, focused on me alone.

Don't you see them?

They never blink.

They burn my skin!

You can see them.

Why won't you admit it?

They don't like company.

Acknowledge them.

They're closer and closer and closer

My God! They're here. Right here.

They stare at me, just waiting.

I can hardly tell they're getting closer.

But they are, nearly within ruinous grasp.

They gaze hard, over your head at me.

Just look, please look, just look!

They don't like company.

Who will they look at next? After me?

Remember me, when you see them in the rearview mirror.

Pity me, when you see them in the bushes.

They're closing, those crimson eyes.

I'm getting colder and weaker. It hurts.

You should have just admitted you saw them, too.

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Danceinsilence in Horror & Thriller
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I’m Coming For You

No place to run,

no place to hide.

I see everything.

You want to know fear?

You want to suffer untold agony?

You will get your wish one day.

When blood seeps from your eyes,

mouth wide open but screams never heard.

... and I roar with insane laughter.

When you feel your flesh stripped away,

and the perversity of heat burns at your soul.

Understanding fear will never be your white light.

Know that your time is at hand

and you won't see it coming.

Until it is too late.

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MinuteToLynnIt in Horror & Thriller
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The Creeping

Ah, yes the sound of a mother weeping over the bloodied body of her child.

But the darkness is still creeping and slowly growing wild.

Her mind is screaming, the voices trying to ponder how.

It was in her scheming that lead up to now.

Her mind breaks and she clutches her heart...

As she stares at the small body she tore apart.

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Melpomene in Horror & Thriller
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Mirror

Behind you sits a mirror

Where you sit in it's reflection

It's never been clearer

But it's no picture of perfection

Because the you in that glass

Is not you, but is me

And I'm sorry, but I need to do this to pass

You're going in the mirror so I'll be free

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adiii_starry in Horror & Thriller
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p - lay in- ain

The thing in the mirror clawed at the edges. Its black fingers scraping and cutting along the sides. But the mirror didn't crack. She stood, with bare skin exposed, head tilted to the side

staring

at the mirror like it would shatter at her command.

Its hollow eyes crawled with centipedes, each leg reminding her of her own fears, scuttling down her spine.

Skin dragging along a freshly washed glass.

Grit between your teeth.

A single invisible stone in your shoe.

A price tag that scissors refuses to cut.

The only pen in the house, vacant of ink.

A single drop of black falls to the floor

Muttered words that hung on see-through threads

Who is in control

No hate, no anger, no sadness,

This feeling transcends words

You ask for an embrace but disappear as I turn the corner

I wonder if you know how I feel

A rose that has been diminished by a blade hacking at its hard-earned roots

How can you do that

Let me lay in pain

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