Best Creepiest Poems
Welcome to the Bijou
Sometimes the creepiest places are old.
There’s a smell to them of stale nicotine
and rancid oil.
The denizens are often as ancient
as the peeling wallpaper.
The plaster cracks mirror
the wrinkles on their faces,
stale faces with
down dropped corners.
Layer upon layer of age
ground in dirt flecked, peppered
perpendicular
boxes and scaffolding
sucked dry by time, tasteless;
their visual appeal long gone
to celluloid.
The walls don’t talk
and few ask the opinions
of the bone sacks
wandering in and out.
The untold and asked for stories
hide like ghosts, shimmering
in the ancient incandescent lights
liver spots on the skin,
fish hooks in the eye floating
suspended
and powerless like flies in amber.
There are those who have always been
mesmerized by age
absorbing filmed content
wallowers in times leftover scraps,
those who bring their own infusion.
They are the catalyst of forward motion
pendulum pushers, who spew curiosity
into the dark corners
for those who follow this path
there is beauty, most certainly,
in the crinkled planes.
We all have secrets
We all have lies
Some of us the creepiest
Some of them ties,
That bind us together
That make us who we are
They stay forever
They never go far.
They stay in the subconscious
In the back of the mind
They sometimes make us nauseous
They even make us blind,
But some of us have a hard shell
Underneath is a soft core
No matter how we've been through hell
We still won't settle the score.
Even though we've been misjudged
Up, up we go
Even though our names have been smudged
We still roll with the flow,
I cannot begin to say how lucky I feel
To carry no evil inside
I hold my own wheel
I am my own guide.
Written and posted on March 31st, 2016
By: Michelle Corbin
Oh my!
Halloween night
Of fun and spooky fright
Moonlight creating flickering
Shadows
Children
Quite elated
Trick-or-treating with friends
Who’s creepiest with make-up and
Costumes
Evening
Getting cooler
Night is getting darker
Children walking with bright flashlights
Chilling
Goblins,
Haunted houses,
Black cats, witches on brooms,
Owls hoot, bats silhouette the moon
Eerie!
Carved out
Spooky pumpkins
Glowing flickering eyes
Watch out for small ghost and goblins
Door sign
Grumpy
Children to bed
Sick with crampy tummies
Halloween candy hangover
Nightmares
10/17/2015
Children Story
My parents didn’t celebrate Halloween so I didn’t have the pleasure of the fun ... I always made my boys their costumes and painted their faces. When Halloween evening came around my friends and I would walk our children around the safe neighbor hoods.
They used to have so much fun.
Dear Flow God's
I need a soul charge
Something that's super hard
Turn flames into bars
And leaves *****chard
Amen
Are you with me?
Test, test
This ain't no test
Its extreme stress
Created on my brain
From minimal rest
So bow down
You're in the presences of the best
Were you from?
Nowhere *****,
I don't even exist
But nice guess
I only come with tight ass *****
Nothing less
And you just walked into
The Red-zone without your vest
Now this lyrical lead
Gonna rip you to shreds
And turn your head to mist
When this *****hits
Your brain... OWE...nice catch
But he didn't know it
As soon as this lyric connected
His head exploded
Bustin 50 cal. lyrics
I've been quoted
And voted the creepiest writer
With the hottest fire
To spit this *****you so badly desire
I'm a live wire
With the motives to conspire
Injuries on my enemies
Call me a liar
On this dreadful, stormy night,
beneath a moon hung low,
the wind whispers through the pines,
sending chills down to your soul.
The leaves have all but withered,
the birds have long since flown.
The snakes begin to slither,
the spider’s web full grown.
As the night grows eerily still,
the only sound--a raven’s cry.
Then a shadow streaks the sky,
followed by a frightful shrill.
You want to run away,
but curiosity knows no bounds.
Yet the longer you delay…
you may end up underground.
You near the creepiest of houses,
your heart filled with dread and doubt.
But still you rap--rap, rap, rap!--
and Trick or Treat! you shout.
Happy Halloween!
Alesia Leach © 10/2014
'Why so serious?'
He would say as he started to walk my way.
He wears a purple over coat,
His face as white as a ghost.
Always has a smile beaming from ear to ear
Laughing like a maniac till his eyes are full of tears
Who is this mad man with hair of green
he is the creepiest thing I've ever seen
He always seems to have a trick up his sleeve
Along with many different weapons' like you wouldn't believe
Spreading uncontrollable chaos trying to put on a show
Committing crimes where ever he goes
How did this criminal mastermind come to be?
What drove him mad to reach the point of insanity?
Some say he fell into a tank of chemicals that drove him insane
Others say it was the loss of his wife and unborn child
Whatever it was it caused him a lot of pain
It seems like he was already unsteady
Close to that breaking point, slightly losing his mind already
Maybe he was never really okay
All it took was a little push over the edge
And we got the Joker we have today
Entered in the premiere contest, Superhero or Supervillain
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Placement: 3rd
It was that special night…
Of fright and delight….
The kind that most children enjoy…
Where monsters and clowns sleep under the bed.
while children with their favorite toy…
pull the covers over their head..
But this one was different …
Some still can’t believe it…
But it’s up to you to decide…
The costumes were chosen, and the children quite proud….
knew they were going to be the scariest and creepiest ones in the crowd..
The night was windy and a little bit cool….
they all met as planned down by the school..
There was a Werewolf , a Witch, a Vampire and a Clown..
who had a smile which was turned upside down.
No one spoke, as they were all in disguise…
because that would have ruined the big surprise…
They went up to the houses yelling “ trick or treat “..
And each got something good to eat…
Oh, what a blast they had that night..
Running up and down the streets..
Filling their tummies with lots of sweets..
It was getting late and they were tired. .we should be in bed, they said..
But before we go, we need to know, which one of us is “Fred ?”
So they took off their masks…and to their surprise..
The Werewolf was Mason, the Witch was Gabby…
And the Vampire was their best friend the little blonde Abby….
Oh then you must be Fred.. ..they said to the clown..
But ...when the clown started to remove his mask…
they discovered the truth…he wasn’t wearing one….
* watch for sequels in this series
God created all things there’s no place in Christian thought about evolution.
If you believe in the Holy Bible “The Word” our Savior Jesus Christ sees spiritual pollution.
Our Father created man in His image, created “Us” from the dust of the earth.
This is the purpose of God this is His plan since way before our births.
To be created we must have a creator.
God wants “Us” to be part of the God family a loving spiritual maker.
In the beginning all was created by God for man to be part of His spiritual family.
This “Word” made flesh to die for our sins this is truth this is reality.
Evolutions another way for the devil to confuse man and use it against him.
Man hurts himself by thoughts that we came from crawling creepiest things from other species.
The devil said to eve, “eat from the tree of knowledge and you’ll not die.”
Oh yes, the devils smooth tongue tricked Eve who aided Adam’s sin since then all of mankind has cried.
So when they talk about evolution and such.
Don’t ponder on things that are false and you’ll see so much.
We are made in God’s image and we have the spiritual blessing of true knowledge.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out, only the faithful in the Father, that is the true spiritual college.
11/26/12
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Deep in Slender Man's void of existence,
Long fingers open an old-fashioned, gothic box
She watches excitedly for his reaction
A mini puppet show plays within,
Featuring little children—
Little, creepy dead children
Strange, carnival-type music plays off tune
As the pale children dance in a circle with glee
In the midst of the dancing there stands a tall figure without a face
And a very happy woman in his arms
The children open their hearts and sing:
"Oh happy days have cometh,
For Mr and Mrs. Slender,
Though dead we are we runneth,
With mirth ever rendered!
We sing this song on your behalf,
With dancing, joy, and many a laugh..."
And the smallest, creepiest, bloodiest girl
Comes up with a dazzling dress twirl:
"There shall be a pause of slaughter and beheading,
For Mr. and Mrs. Slender's wedding!"
And with charm the children dance and sing some more
As the slender man in the box does dance with the girl
But soon the little children disappear from view
Back into the box, in their respectful coffins
And the two figures in the box stand alone
As the girl hands him a wedding gift with a wink
Long fingers close the old-fashioned, gothic box
Looking happily at his wife in awe
To his delight she winks with many a blush
I invite you to step in to the terror dome. All that lives here is from the unknown. A blockade of sorts lies awaiting a predestined evil force. An issue of the blame game along with trials and tribulations of the insane. Those with deep dark secrets live with the tortured spirits. Reasons are always unknown but the invite will never be dethroned. Actions become bold as the mighty are torn apart and thrown. Away is the creepiest part of a changing heart. Go and be free with all the righteous sinful nature beasts. Further and further, then one step away from tainted beliefs.
Nobody’s screams are told as good as the mortified. Beat up and rugged from the lifeless bliss a trend is crucified. This is all forced upon thoughts from those beat up with deaths fist. A nature versus nurture issued game becomes blitzed. Among the dyeing are those relying on an nonreligious feast of hammered lies and deceit? Full of heinous nature crimes starts a ticking bomb inside. Getting away with a blood red murderous tag instead of taking that prison bus ride.
Sneaky dispositions are now put on a given betrayal of those with the hidden unknown. The cover is blown, and he is now to atone. All of those days and nights spend thinking of ways to sabotage alone. Was it all a plane to dethrone? A little birdy now speaks as the man’s thoughts get a predestined malignant thought. The room is spinning as the formulated minds are caught. The authoritative way gives pressure as the crown hits the ground. A mystery is at large as the hound. A stylish secretive motto lingers around. Raw featured memories take hold. This will not be the day his dignity is sold. The plot profoundly never told. The story hit the streets as the days grew cold. A hero was made on the wintery scheming day. He stuck to the rules and had nothing to say.
Deep in the forest
On a heading of northwest
We weren't looking for anything of interest
When we came across a wooden bridge woven
Together with the creepiest
Rope which was between two rock ledges
Sitting on the crest.
We didn't go near or cross because much
To our surprise our binoculars showed
Underneath the bridge lived what looked like
A family of trolls that alot in my expedition party
Were ready to attest.
They said let's be honest
Everyone needs a place where they can get
Dressed,
Digest
Food, and feel blest
To have guests.
Director we are asking that at your earliest
Opportunity please erase this quest.
We will forget that we saw some of the
Homeliest,
Grimiest,
And down on their funds lowliest
Trolls that we by passed with zest.
Excuse me, those weren't trolls as you first
Suggest
They're humans who are hard pressed.
In the dark the creatures come out
It’s that time of year, some do shout
The creepiest ones come out late
Living in shadows they wait no doubt
The darkness is the most extreme
When you walk alone it seems
There are no other people alive
That would risk the darkness like me
I love Halloween, and it sure does show
I follow no one’s way, for that I know
That my heart allows me to live
With what people want to see, and to grow
My soul lives within the nighttime hearts
Everything that it does show or impart
I belong with the darkness and its show
I want to be there when the darkness starts
Russell Sivey
Entrant into craig cornish's "Night-Dark-Black-Happy-Sad" contest
9/13/2012
My eyes are gazed on the floor
The shadows are lying down my way
Step by step I feel the years blow
In a trail we must not lay
Avoid all the passion
Looking for someone down the trail
The sea of tears blocking my possession
No ship or love to sail
I can still feel her crying
As the world I felt so strong
Is now out of my designing
As it was for so long
Drowning in my way
I can still feel the pain
I cannot save myself, no place to lay
And for the world, my pain is in vain
I can still feel her crying
And I cannot help myself from drowning
In a salty, banned feeling’s sea
Whose feelings come from me
None hear my desperate calling
As my life is going down the current
And only I can save myself from dying
The sea of tears won’t end
See the sadness in her eyes
Drops of sea are coming from those eyes
Avoid all the passion to save herself
Spirits of feelings that still live and kill as well
But if you want to go sailing again
First you have to learn how to save yourself
And if you want the sun to dry the creepiest sea
Than you must teach yourself how to save me
Oh my!
Halloween night
Of fun and spooky fright
Moonlight creating flickering
Shadows
Children
Quite elated
Trick-or-treating with friends
Who’s creepiest with make-up and
Costumes
Evening
Getting cooler
Night is getting darker
Children walking with bright flashlights
Chilling
Goblins,
Haunted houses,
Black cats, witches on brooms,
Owls hoot, bats silhouette the moon
Eerie!
Carved out
Spooky pumpkins
Glowing flickering eyes
Watch out for small ghost and goblins
Door sign
Grumpy
Children to bed
Sick with crampy tummies
Halloween candy hangover
Nightmares
10/17/2015
It was the creepiest of the creepiest spookiest night. The moon illuminated the woods with an ominous leering glow. Deer was nervous, expecting the worst dangers of dangers. She coughed an uncomfortable warning to her fawn, who knew to stay close. There were not lions in Kansas, and yet, she sensed a mountain lion or a wolf, something evil that could take her child. This
feeling of terror lasted for hours; she could not sleep. The pond was silent except for the croak of one lone frog. Where had the other frogs gone? Had they been taken? It was the creepiest of creepiest nights.
‘twas a creepy night
deer coughed warning to her fawn
terrified frog croak