Best Stephen King Poems

I'm the caretaker of a lonely lighthouse
On the edge of a small New England town
Not much here has ever happened
That is until Stephen came around

For weeks now I've been haunted 
By the ghost of Stephen King
I'm quite sure that he is still alive
Which makes this...

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Author Stephen King,
Writes stories that are shocking.
Horror is his claim to fame.
His books make nightmares fair game.

2013...

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Have you seen the words of Stephen King?
Which reap from hell unspeakable things?
Horrors worse than death border your brain
And rob the mind of much needed sane....

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I'm the caretaker of a lonely lighthouse
On the edge of a small New England town
Not much here has ever happened
That is until Stephen came around

For weeks now I've been haunted 
By the ghost of Stephen King
I'm quite sure that he is still alive
Which makes this...

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you scared me so bad
all the evil things you write
the end was not seen...

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Stephen King is an author of some fame.

Everyone that's read a book knows his name.

His books are intended to scare us through and through

But it's nice to know he sleeps with the lights on too....

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Sometimes I have a Stephen King mind,
always searching for a good tale to weave,
filled with macabre and mysterious thought,
clearing my cobwebs of all the fraught.

Sometimes I have a Stephen King mind,
reading his novels in a well-lit room,
as my fingers of perspiration turn each page,
as he...

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overlook hotel   these old rooms have such stories to tell   daddys home




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Pen to page at seven.
Such a tender young age.
Frightens us with dark words.
Brings our nightmares to life.
Leaves shivers of delight!...

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He thrusts his fist against his mouth
to keep the screams from spilling out,
Wading through the choking stink
he shivers and shakes on madnesses brink,
Clutching hands grip spade and pick
as the last wisps of sanity slip,

STOP STOP STOP

The voices scream into one ear

GO GO GO

Speaks the others...

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