Short Horror Poems
Short Horror Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Horror by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Horror by length and keyword.
Faster pace!!!
Move it!
Moving on…..
‘Let’s go!...Let’ go already!
Don’t you get it ????
You are falling behind
Tum baray tameez walay baray adab walay ho,
Tum jitnay safaid ho utnay hi kalay ho.
Note.You have a black heart.
The razor;
It slipped
Leading to
Unexpected consequences.
The redness
Splashed and spread,
Splashed and spread.
I look in the mirror-
Face is numb,
Not knowing what I’ve become.
And to relive that horror,
Leaves me as a nightmare.
Caliginous eyes
Fearsome face of sickly white
Lion-headed snake
Embellished in his shadows
With flaming orange beneath
midnight came and went
witching hour cast no ripples~
slumber undisturbed
Pixabay image by Orlandow
If I'm in your dreams
I don't want to pull you in
My nightmares are real
Let me be your fantasy
The kind I never would be
I look in the mirror
and
sometimes ask
who is the fairest of them all
Sometimes I just laugh
and
sometimes I just ball
The words I try to write;
the scream I try to cry,
the tears I try to shed;
cannot put forth my horror.
My rage is silent.
N-ew
A-ilment
Z-one
I-n
M-ysterious
H-orror
I-s
K-illing
M-ankind
E-mploying
T-hreat
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
rapidly spreading
deeply worrisome, deadly
coronavirus
Date written: 02/07/2020
Until I know,
The name of love,
I shall always walk,
In darkness,
And distress,
O the horror,
Of not knowing loves name.
Did you ever let a hornet
drink some water from your eye
Did you worry it would sting you
You'd go blind and then you'd die.
Human skeleton
shriveled body, blackened lungs
just yesterday, young...
Pleading, his final request
gasping: One last cigarette
Gaza
Strip
here
our
hills
besieged !
Author Stephen King,
Writes stories that are shocking.
Horror is his claim to fame.
His books make nightmares fair game.
2013
Never to see her again
I looked down
Wine of bloods holo
Flowing from my hands
Unto the devils abode
Whitest of Pyrenees days
I heard you say
You spent your last pennies on me
I was glad
Now we can go home
Have a cup of tea
and watch TV
Nice and cosy
Frozen grip takes hold
Dead eyes look, the end is near
Kiss of ice, last breath.
Pixabay image by: Briam-Cute
'BANG'
Amidst the sounding voids
I hear a resounding noise I fear
I jump cause I hear: BANG
11/08/17
BY JAMES EDWARD LEE SR.
Someone's at my door
Late night wearing a clown mask.
It's not Halloween!
Bostonian Edgar Allan Poe
published @ 22 as you might know
Fired from West Point Academy
to release tales of horror on his country
Ricky-ticky-tick
Ricky-ticky-tack
It's nutritious food we lack...
Fee-fi-fo-fum
I smell the blood
of a malnourished orphan
Streets awash with mewling cats
and surly swashbuckling pirates.
Somber skies with swirling bats,
and ghastly goblins chasing rats.
Ugly face, it's scary,
but ugly soul scares further,
and it's horrible!
to contemplate and live with... !