Monstrous Poems - Poems about Monstrous

...In a transient instant, I savored the ambrosial essence of bliss, witnessed the dawn adorning, the skyline with tints of optimism. In that ephemeral moment, I felt an affinity with mankind. ......Read the rest...

...Do you tremble, as the monstrous cadence, of the rhinoceros' stride reverberates, like the buffalo's onslaught? Vipers at the water's edge, darting hither and thither, not above but b......Read the rest...

...Skin of Terror - Daniel Henry Rodgers (Lights slowly rise on a lone figure, MICHAEL, hunched over a steering wheel. His knuckles are white aga......Read the rest...

...The hate in me grows like ivy. They fear my claws and my fangs; The same they were once proud of. This bloody ravenous wolf-like rage, This insatiable thirst for vengeance, Is all that I know of......Read the rest...

...Here's a story poem about a girl's tragic descent, imbued with dark imagery: A Broken Doll's Lament Tiny fingers, a gap in the wood, a scene etched in fright, A scream ripped from silence, shatter......Read the rest...

...Beneath the churning skies and wrathful sea, A lone man wails into swirling agony. Each crashing wave, a relentless assault, Mirroring the chaos of his inner tumult. Beneath tempestuous heaven......Read the rest...

...Helzabob had her own ways of tweaking spells a tiny bit She unleased some monstrous concoctions on her sister. Helzabor created creatures who danced, twirled, and sometimes bit. One time they went......Read the rest...

...There’s an odd creature on my shoulder that whispers when my head tilts right. When I am quiet it gets bolder, when I’m bolder it gets a fright. More often than not it lies when it speaks, ......Read the rest...

...I worry that my coat will murder me. Hanging on Banister’s Edge it’s a man lurking, dark. I’ve seen rows of killers shadowed and waiting, hidden in the ridges of the living room radiator, ready......Read the rest...

...Warning - Don't read The Raven and Watch Hitchcock on the same night. Once before my bedtime, nearing, which I dreaded, fazed and fearing, Stories mother would read me before she closed and lo......Read the rest...

...O' desperate soul, bereft of freedom's song, With fingertips bound by a turmoil's throng. Where hope is lost, as shadows creep and trill With dread and longing, beneath each waning hill. How can ......Read the rest...

...You never ignore yourself. You....a finger pointing nowhere. You flap; make waves, what else you got? A flashy kite with no sky that's what. If a vulture and a jellyfish gave birth to an off......Read the rest...

...Happiness is the whirl of lyrical runes, voicing of raging monstrous stories in loons. Happiness is the rough silence of the heart, that cries in loneliness of love torn apart Happiness is a......Read the rest...

...We master the art of feeding our doubts, with the dark enchantment of a "what if...”, Beneath our feet grow roots that suffocate us in the fog of unanswered questions. We don’t perish in the maze o......Read the rest...

... So suddenly it appears in my Facebook feed as if it has always been part of nature as if it always made its presence known in all the years of nature shows I've been watching surely a......Read the rest...