Best Creep Poems
It’s come upon me, and I think that it
began once I had taken my first leap
into adulthood, when the fruit of youth
was still so sweet . . . but then began the creep.
My teens were finished. Never more would I
regain youth’s freshness even though I tried
with exercise, cosmetics and diet.
It mattered not. My zenith time had died.
The magic potion coarsing through the blood
of us all - it constantly is dying.
That thing -that special zing- that helps us thrive
leaks out of us; it’s not worth denying.
Hair grays; diseases come and joints may ache.
I slather lotions on and tint my hair.
Ahead of me, death beckons, and “aging”
(the creep) has got me more than halfway there!
Sept. 24, 2020
For Writing Challenge - Decay - Poetry Contest of Constance La France
She has no friends; the one friend that she had
she threw away for a silly reason.
Her father died, and she became so sad;
she has been four years now in grief’s season!
She denigrates her peers because she thinks
they lack her wisdom and maturity
and thinks that everything about life stinks,
thus oozing angst and insecurity!
She speaks her mind but doesn’t know how mean
she sounds to others or that all her strife
is felt by other teens at seventeen.
She’s soon to face a big change in her life.
Because her loved ones care, she’ll learn to grow.
The creep in her shall soon be letting go!
11/28/2016
When i sat
With "That -Boy-"
He would stand
Looking,and-say-:
"I love you,girl
With your pretty curls-done-
And that booty shaking
Moves,clashing to your moody-times-
It like heaven!"
He even-said-
"To sit and know
That "wow"-you!-
Your just so-
So booty,so -shaking-"
And that all he'd say
That i was,in a way,-hott-
But dude,those days
Are anyways-past-
Hes gone along now,no more
Of all those-BootyCalls-
Because Boy,Im no meat
Im not Heated-up-
Chicken Breasts
So stop staring at my chest-Creep!-
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I wanna a perfect body
I wanna a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so ' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
Lyrics to Creep by Radio Head
You stare at my ebony
skin, and say it's too
dark . You say my nose
is too wide and my lips
are too full.
I think something is
wrong with me.
Am I not beautiful?
You stare at me and
call me fat because I'm
not a size 5.
I think something is
wrong with me.
Am I not beautiful?
I wish you could see
that I'm the same as you.
Why do you make me
feel like I don't belong or
like something from outer
space? When I'm a part
of the human race.
You hate me for know
reason. I don't want to
be here , nor do I want
stay here.
11-9-16
Alexis Y
Contest: Creep
Sponor: Silent One
Here...
In my garden
Upon the break of dawn
I see you there
And know
That something's wrong
That look upon your face
I am sure
No amount of time
Will dare erase
As I peer into
Those frozen crystal tears
Where my own reflection
Now appears...
How *****?
There you stand above
Those thorns
Of bitterness
So sharp and green
With envy
Of your loveliness
Held within
The grip of winter's breath
A scarlet Goddess
In the throws of death
I look at you
And feel your pain
As your scarlet petals
Wither in the frozen rain
And fall like drops of blood upon
the snowy mantle white
The sacrifice you made
To know
This thing called life
~~~
Where Others look at you
And see a rose
I look at you and see
What I suppose
~~~
Others look at me
And see
A CREEP!
A WEIRDO!
Which causes me
To reflect
Upon myself
In deep repose
And ask myself...
WHAT THE HELL
AM I DOING HERE
ANYHOW?
For: Creep contest
AWARDED: FIRST PLACE
I saw a stranger,
He smiled, I smiled too,
Though he is gone,
His shadow lingers on.
Now, wherever I go,
I know, he is around,
Ever since he came,
Things are not the same.
He is a stalker, a creep,
Haunts me in my sleep.
Why is he everywhere?
With unwanted smile,
Can't predict his mind,
While he walks behind.
Why is he so awful?
Watching what I do,
I can't take this fear,
Want him to disappear.
He is a stalker, a creep,
Haunts me in my sleep.
Though I tried to forget,
He resides in my head,
But I shall stay strong,
And prove him wrong.
With my angry heart,
I looked in his eyes,
Shocked and surprised,
It was my lover in disguise.
He is not a stalker, a creep,
I put my fears to sleep.
Nov 10, 2016.
Creep - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
She broke my heart, what can I do?
I can’t believe she fancies you.
You schemed to tear our love apart.
What can I do: she broke my heart?
She’ll see some day you’re such a creep,
And maybe then she’ll sit and weep;
But till that time, you’ll have your way.
You’re such a creep! She’ll see some day…
For Andrea’s Swap Quatrains contest
It is no use pretending
that I'm the perfect blend
You will have to bend the rules of love
to want me for a friend
You must squeeze each piece of the puzzle
to fit your boxed-in dream
But, don't expect perfection,
I am simply who you've seen
You must stretch yourself outside the box
to keep the dream alive
I am simply just a circle, not the diamond you hope to find
Your optical illusion, is akin to fairy tales
In the scheme of things, within a frame, you will only see me fail
You will cut and paste, and try to change until I'm torn in two
Re-arranged, your common sense, can't change your point of view
It is no use pretending
that I'm the perfect blend
You will have to bend the rules of love
to hold me as a friend
________________________________________________
11/21/16
Contest: CREEP
Sponsor: Silent One
As sunsets fading embers glow,
Their shadows reach, to us below.
While earth she dons her night times cloak,
Moonlights soft shadows will evoke.
Dark phantoms creeping in the night,
From candles dancing flames of light.
That flickers with the evenings breeze,
Mischievous zephyrs start to tease.
Long shadows cast, the pipistrelle,
As vampire bats, borne out of hell.
And shades when spiders catch the fly,
Those candle flames do magnify.
Nights lurid scenes upon a wall.
Soon changing shadows will enthrall.
Moonlight is veiled by clouds of grey,
Their shadows dance the night away.
Aurora's colours, strobe the skies,
To herald in, mornings sunrise.
11/ 9/ 2015.
Stretching outwards,
knees,
stretched tight;
The wind beneath you,
as you journey through this flight...
Soaring downward,
releasing the free;
Moment suspended,
only,
for you to see...
Shaking off the water,
in the cold winter night;
Floating, unnoticed;
As you focus upon the light...
The treasure of not knowing,
the anticipation, of no belief;
Slowly, through the darkness,
you creep...
Note: This piece has had 310 reads, yet only 2 comments. can anyone tell me why?
The shards left of the mirror still defy me
While you stand shining beside me
Radiant, you're radiant and glorious
I lurk towards the shadows to hide me
But I steal a fragment of the mirror
The silver glass I love and despise
I sit all alone in the corner
And glare at my reflection with weeping eyes
I creep in the shadows that hide me
It seems a fitting word now, creep.
For while you smile in daytime and nighttime
I'm unforgivably rotten even in my sleep.
Would things be better if I stayed to myself?
Would it change if you left me alone?
No.
I'd still have the image of your perfection
Haunting my every nerve and bone
The world will not change for the better until the so called lowlife is listened to and respected just as much as anyone else. It also also seems that the contemporary Westerner, not excluding any gender, is too rigid and too frigid. No if, ands, and definitely, no butts about it. this means you too ladies. I'm all for human rights and women's rights but not for petty little human fights. That's all!
Outcast,
undesirable,
contemptible,
creep.
Mantra of a man
spurned by humanity.
Shadow in the night
of darkest mist.
Watching,
waiting,
to ply needed intent.
Long is lost
the desire to interact.
A missing puzzle piece,
a void.
Seen but unseen,
a dour color of drab.
A whisper
in the voice of the crowd.
Steal what is needed
no remorse held.
Hunger and thirst
fill the empty pocket.
Kick of a mongrel dog
in passing.
Scratch of a knife
through new car paint.
Cold glare,
sneer devoid of teeth.
Extended grime covered hand
in false beseech.
Covered in rags,
the stench of dark alley.
Scavenger,
beggar,
thief,
way of life.
Man floats as dust
on shifting wind.
Motes drift to top,
by chance or choice.
Some find balance
a median richly filled.
Yet others lowly settle,
there ever to creep.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
11/17/16
Shadows Creep, I Lost Sleep
Shadows crept into my room late at night
those dark nasty ones with razor like teeth
Defiant I soon dared to taunt and fight
slimy ones prancing down and underneath
Climbing ones scratched slowly up moving walls
fat, dark and nasty ones scattered about
Shrieking ones gave out wicked little calls
some cursed my soul with demonic shout
Last came ever patient and slashing kind
creeping in so close to my shaking bed
Searching very slow for bare toes to find
clawing bed sheets now wrapped over my head
A light blasts on from lamp on my nightstand
Strange, they vanished, I never lifted my hand!
Robert J. Lindley, 08 -22 -2014
Dark memories haunt my past.
I know such are dead and blessings are here
now to last...
Staring into your dark coloured eyes
Reading between your lashes
Your sick and despitefully lies
They were fond of you being popular and of your image
To me you are scary a child of satan in disguise
So i don't have to care
That our friendship did not stand
Only wondering
How long you can look at yourself in the mirror
How much time before you will end