Horror Poems | Examples of Horror Poetry

He slips the noose around her slender neck Cloaked and masked with heavy breath He can't help but be obsessed All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound The poison of passion imagined as they are undressed. The dead in their eyes is magnificent Ivory skin - chill to win Realm of the dark, lips apart,...

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Forever blinding shadows When will it end? Walking day and night Screaming, hoping a soul shall hear me The devil whispering into my ear Lurking behind me Shall I follow his path? Endless nights, blood stains Forever responsible of his murders When will it end? Sinful thoughts in my head Spining in a non stoping circle of wrath Despair, Depression, Anxiety When will it end? A knife, a cut A...

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Reading. Crying. Screaming. Begging you to listen You only believe what makes you feel good You Laugh, and say "don't you know I'm a Christian?" The only thing you question is science and empathy Not lies, not religion, and not your racist parent's beliefs Unconcerned with how your decisions affect us here and now because you're so sure god is coming...

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Toppled by a bottle, collapsed upon her painful past, asleep—but well awake!—, unmoving, but for her mind stirred aquake, the girl is yawning before her black dawn. Alone, couched by a burning blanket drawn over a conscience guilty at the stake, slipping into the sly hands of the snake, she sees not clearly the sickening con which lures her slowly to her deathly...

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—it’s the black boil on bursting, boiling ribs— on my midleft chest, brewing bungled churns, [tighteningmybreath], again, again, it yearns, it begs*, “just one (just two) more (well-earned) rub(s)!” —giving in, it’s just picking at the scabs— first brief relief( ):the itch at once returns as soon’s the finger’s left the welt; it burns and gnaws...

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Time is very much like a RIVER Throwing up GHOSTS to make us SHIVER And leaves us sweating and COLD How many like Faust have their souls sold? DELIVERING webs so WICKED With no return journey,life is but a one way ticket That the mind freezes And our world teases So many with a tormented mind From which rarely they can solace find How can...

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Sad surprise awaits Juliette. She walks into her house to find new rescue, Hugo, ripping the living room apart. Bad doggie! Very, very bad doggie! ...

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NATIONAL POETRY MONTH Staring at me from within my mind The memory that one cannot erase And no-one else to share my yoke Like a ghost that forever will haunt A heart so cold, it makes one shiver And blood rushing like an icy river A sense of foreboding it will deliver Tender smiles gone as I look gaunt See what a viscous liquid...

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Hopelessness encloses, engulfing me, As another dismal night drifts in— Where the only light is the afterglow of the midnight sun. I stand upon crackling ice, breathing in fractals of gelid crystals. Soon, the frigid liquid seeps into my bronchi, Leaching into an unrepentant bloodstream, Chilling a circulatory system...

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Shouting, over the sounds of rain, feelings more commanding than the season’s pain erasing the hope from hearts, but who’s to blame for the night’s lure in pieces of yesterdays wondering, unclear which prayer to plead will the season tell her story in dark – it feels insane no more moments – winds tell the still night burning with fires more potent...

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The beast Alhambra roared a violent psalm Vile conversos horrid moriscos, the heretic herds A spear thrust into our sun’s martyred ribs Held in hateful grips the yellow warblers dripped in crimson sheen Flying like Michael the vengeful vassal of Aragon’s decree “O Torquemada Hark the righteous call King of Suprema Execute them all!” Cold unfeeling wretch, the flesh guillotine Teeth clicking sparks lit endless pyres Three made Seville weep at the sight of...

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I sense here some things sinister—a scent of sulphur, sulking in a sultry pit; a serpent’s hiss, expressed from space unlit; a warm spell spilling from some seething vent; I find now some things filthy—foul ferment foaming, frothing; a gaseous, gurgling slit discharging fetid, festering, sour spit; malignant mold in cold, cracking cement; So languid, loath, obtuse I trepidate on into the...

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Power changes hands in a country, and how. State of affairs are diametrically different following a hostile takeover of a once peaceful, democratic society. The country has descended into totalitarianism, ruled with an iron fist by a brutal despot. Corruption and anarchy now hold sway. The reign of terror has citizens living in fear, and...

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they bite and tear the biters do these unseen nighters circling for should you sleep give unto thee then wake to find their wound on you then wake to find their wound ...

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How would anyone deal with depressive loneliness when even the dreariest thoughts allow great fear? Hiding in that lonely world seems right for some, having nothing is giving up everything even love; choose joy or pain, dance alone or drink a beer: see others indulge in happiness, refill your glass! How useless is believing in miracles, they only happen to...

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