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Famous Short Horror Poems. Short Horror Poetry by Famous Poets

Famous Short Horror Poems. Short Horror Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Horror short poems

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by Emily Dickinson

Two Lengths has every Day --

 Two Lengths has every Day --
Its absolute extent
And Area superior
By Hope or Horror lent --

Eternity will be
Velocity or Pause
At Fundamental Signals
From Fundamental Laws.

To die is not to go --
On Doom's consummate Chart
No Territory new is staked --
Remain thou as thou art.


by Emily Dickinson

What Soft -- Cherubic Creatures

 What Soft -- Cherubic Creatures --
These Gentlewomen are --
One would as soon assault a Plush --
Or violate a Star --

Such Dimity Convictions --
A Horror so refined
Of freckled Human Nature --
Of Deity -- ashamed --

It's such a common -- Glory --
A Fisherman's -- Degree --
Redemption -- Brittle Lady --
Be so -- ashamed of Thee --


by Siegfried Sassoon

Everyone Sang

 Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on--on--and out of sight.

Everyone's voice was suddenly lifted;
And beauty came like the setting sun:
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
Drifted away ... O, but Everyone
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.


by Robert Burns

528. Song—On Chloris being ill

 Chorus—Long, long the night,
 Heavy comes the morrow
While my soul’s delight
 Is on her bed of sorrow.


CAN I cease to care?
 Can I cease to languish,
While my darling Fair
 Is on the couch of anguish?
 Long, long, &c.


Ev’ry hope is fled,
 Ev’ry fear is terror,
Slumber ev’n I dread,
 Ev’ry dream is horror.
 Long, long, &c.


Hear me, Powers Divine!
 Oh, in pity, hear me!
Take aught else of mine,
 But my Chloris spare me!
 Long, long, &c.


by Emily Dickinson

The Loneliness One dare not sound --

 The Loneliness One dare not sound --
And would as soon surmise
As in its Grave go plumbing
To ascertain the size --

The Loneliness whose worst alarm
Is lest itself should see --
And perish from before itself
For just a scrutiny --

The Horror not to be surveyed --
But skirted in the Dark --
With Consciousness suspended --
And Being under Lock --

I fear me this -- is Loneliness --
The Maker of the soul
Its Caverns and its Corridors
Illuminate -- or seal --


by Emily Dickinson

That after Horror -- that twas us

 That after Horror -- that 'twas us --
That passed the mouldering Pier --
Just as the Granite Crumb let go --
Our Savior, by a Hair --

A second more, had dropped too deep
For Fisherman to plumb --
The very profile of the Thought
Puts Recollection numb --

The possibility -- to pass
Without a Moment's Bell --
Into Conjecture's presence --
Is like a Face of Steel --
That suddenly looks into ours
With a metallic grin --
The Cordiality of Death --
Who drills his Welcome in --


by Thomas Edward Brown

Dora

 SHE knelt upon her brother's grave, 
 My little girl of six years old-- 
He used to be so good and brave, 
 The sweetest lamb of all our fold; 
He used to shout, he used to sing, 
Of all our tribe the little king-- 
And so unto the turf her ear she laid, 
To hark if still in that dark place he play'd. 
 No sound! no sound! 
 Death's silence was profound; 
 And horror crept 
 Into her aching heart, and Dora wept. 
 If this is as it ought to be, 
 My God, I leave it unto Thee.


by Christina Rossetti

Sleeping at last

 Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over, 
Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past, 
Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover, 
Sleeping at last.

No more a tired heart downcast or overcast, 
No more pangs that wring or shifting fears that hover, 
Sleeping at last in a dreamless sleep locked fast.

Fast asleep. Singing birds in their leafy cover 
Cannot wake her, nor shake her the gusty blast. 
Under the purple thyme and the purple clover 
Sleeping at last.