Best Creepily Poems
Chet lived creepily in the back of the tavern, hidden.
No one bothered him. He lived vicariously through the others.
The pretty barflies who flitted in chatting too loudly.
Flipping their hair. He had a salacious appetite, saw them all naked.
They sometimes waved to his corner when they were drunk.
He did not think they knew he was perpetually eyeballing them.
Unclothing them one piece of clothing at a time in his mind.
Uncovering their secrets was easy; they shared way too much.
His voyeuristic tendencies got him ostracized and secluded from family.
His mixoscopia and scoptolagnia confusing the prissy Baptists he knew.
He might go Catholic, he had heard they were more open. Nah!
Religion was not for him. His religion was this bar and those bar flies.
One of them was throwing her head back now, laughing loudly.
He would dream of her tonight. He smirked at the eroticism she brought him.
She turned and waved. If he was forty years younger, he would be over there.
But he knew better so he stayed put, swigging back his beer.
When clouds draw near and all my fears become creepily consuming –
As paralysis and pain set in the cold blood running through me.
And every aspiration of accomplishments I dream
Are passing through my fingertips like dust into the breeze.
When all the toil, sweat and tears are all I have to show
Others what I’ve done down here it may come as quite a blow.
Like hurricanes and heavy rains following me around
As shadows in the dark of night don’t ever let me down.
When uncertainty is the surest thing and reality fast imploding –
And everything I knew before my eyes begins eroding.
The sun, moon, stars, streets, fast cars, family, friends and trees
Everything I took for granted from true love to deep blue seas.
Falling
deeper
Into fear letting go of all that’s clear
Something starts to shift inside I know not what, how or why.
All I know is Something good
Buoys me up like water does wood.
Floating ‘round still lost in foam but breathing all too well -
Waiting for a life rung to save me from my half-living hell.
Laughing loudly, playing wildly in the broken spell of pain
Thankful for another chance to watch the ocean turn to rain.
Cautiously, creepily, carefully, camouflaged, calmly chewing
A rodent? Bunny? Mole? Rabbit? Something obviously dead.
Tenaciously chewing, happily chewing, swallowing their sweetness.
A white pumpkin? My first thought:
A large white fleshless bony hand
or two, joined at the wrists to creepily band
together to form a gourd;
reaching out of the cold ground
toward the stem, all around;
it doesn’t strike a festive chord
a cheerless harvest hybrid; my last thought…
You are the cancer in my life
You’ve stab my heart,
Many times with your sharp knives;
You’ve ruin everything good
That I’ve ever had in my life.
You are like cancer,
You always try to come back again
I let the chemo sink in
Hoping it will make me get better again.
The chemo works for a while,
And than it fades off
You never stopped;
You’re going to drive me into the ground in the end.
There's much I can do,
To try and get ride of you
But it’s so hard,
Because you stalk me from afar.
Creepily awaiting at the window or the door
Expecting me to come out,
Like I am some kind of whore;
I stared at you,
And said please leave.
This time you listened;
But how long will I be able to be at peace?
I hope that I can finally be cancer free;
Beware of Syed Adam Ahmed
When you take a flight.
Yes evil Syed Adam Ahmed
Is sure to cause a fright!
When he was born, he never cried,
Which people thought was weird.
He creepily just looked and spied.
'He's plotting! ' people feared.
Then at the tender age of one,
Or so the experts say,
He screamed 'BOOM' just like a bomb,
Scared everyone away.
Perhaps that's why he caught the eye
Of top security -
He now was watched by the FBI -
To keep us safe, you see.
For when it comes to saving us
From dangers big and small,
There is no question what is just -
Protecting one and all.
And that is why, at age of six,
They have him on a list.
For who would want to take the risk
That he's a terrorist?
Yes, beware of Syed Adam Ahmed -
Scary six year old!
He's dangerous and wants you dead,
If you believe what you are told.
I tucked my head into that pebbles pillow.
Grasping the night would be rather restless.
Your sight crams me, my love and fiery foe.
If ardor was aimed to be creepily hotness.
Grasping the night would be quite restless,
Why does this brisk void squash my bone?
If ardor was aimed to be creepily hotness,
My racked soul cries out for a return prone.
Why does this brisk void squash my bone?
Folded like a shriveled rose's fading petal.
My racked soul cries out for a return prone.
Rotting deftly, accept death with no meddle.
Folded like a shriveled rose's fading petal.
Two days were enough to drive me crazy.
Rotting deftly, accept death with no meddle.
A cracked pane of glass and a train empty.
Two days were enough to drive me crazy.
Your sight crams me, my love and fiery foe.
A cracked pane of glass and a train empty.
I tucked my head into that pebbles pillow.
Written: May 21, 2022
One thundering Thursday, in a thicket of trees I had thought I had thunk a real thought.
I was thinking deeply, when alas, creepily, a thought appeared, jeering at the tip of my tongue.
It said “At once you thought you’d thunk a thought, but alas, you’ll see, a thought has thunk you.”
“And now not the faintest idea, nor the ficklest of feeling should find your fopdoodle brain.”
I said to myself “how dare he! A thought should ever be thought, if ever a thought could be thunk, shall a man whom strained to purpose his processor be graced not but by a single thought?
Nay, he shant.
So, I destined to discover this thought that tittered at the tip of my tongue, though I realized forthwith, I haven’t the clumsiest clue as to how one might think a thought that ought not be thunk.
So, I sat and I thunk, and I thunk and I sat, hoping a thought would hitherto appear.
When alas, the truth! it came to me! To identify the idea, I first ought inspect it’s initial conception. Then out it would pop from mine own minds eye, and have it I would. And a thoughtless, schemeless, mindless oaf, ne’er again shalt I be.
So, I huffed and I puffed, snorted and wiffled, pondering at the peak of my strength. I reckoned, conceived, reminisced, and conflated. With all of my might I conflabulated.
But regrettably out came not but a poof of air. And this air did flow henceforth from my rump and I thunk amidst all this hard thinking, it’s clear that I stunk.
And off flew the thought, giggling and taunting, laughing, and flaunting until he was gone. Ne’er again did I think up the thought that escaped. And I wept in my stench of my stinking attempt of thinking a thought that ne’er be thunk.
accursed creepily haunting
Phantasmagoria wraiths
vandalize residents psyches
within their sleep induced state
Sublimation shunts
slumbering souls
unknowingly held hostage
successfully sacrificing
Semi-smothered silent species
snoring simians steadfastly succumb
subsequent sibilant sounds
woo woebegone wicked transmogrification
dilapidated divested bodies deposited
wizard waves wand
watching whirling wretched lovely bones
whipsawing (in toto) within abyss
whooshing whistling wheezing
whets warlocks appetite wakening
brutish nasty nightmare
sinister hulking spirits
steal assorted corporeal essence
monstrous mashing somnambulant
mephistophelian shadowy satanic satyrs
supremely swallow senior citizen bankers
deep within catacombs
of Highland Manor,
deadened defeated Delphic Oracle
relegates human husks,
viz spent embodiments
to the under world lay siege
sinisterly seeding, via sinister spirits
one pure evil particularly wicked
witch thy capering
sickening ghastly plot against
unsuspecting spouse snatched
parch trey gnarled warty claws.
Today was the first day of class.
You should have seen all the people.
Everyone couldn’t have had class, some of them must
have been gawkers, the types that slow to watch
flat tire changings and car wrecks.
Some were carrying maps - freshmen.
Like student drivers they clogged the paths,
drawing a few looks.
They gaggle together like geese,
Jeeezus - shut UP and get ON with it, freshies! I thought.
Not ungenerously - I remember being lost - back in the day.
I have class, myself - in both the intrinsic sense - of style -
and in the “research for credit” ‘check in on the first day,’ kind.
Still, we’re parading, and I’ve always loved parades.
My one regret is that there are no mimes or elephants.
ok.. poetry..
Stress is somewhere in my propinquity.
See, it’s known to stalk this vicinity.
I’m not a freshman, so it hasn’t struck yet,
but when it does, and it will, you can bet,
that initially, it will shake my tranquility
and end our start-of-year festivities.
It will creepily creep, destroying my sleep,
until I prove my scholastic resiliency.
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Songs for this:
Violently Happy by Björk
Schoolin' Life by Beyoncé
Reality are dreams
And dreams... are but nothing more
For sooner will you dismiss its means
Is there that dream to mean for?
Have you not wish to become someone?
To only have requirements met but dreams unfulfilled
We all do became and never become
Or have we to sleep nights away for days renewed?
And I dream, I do... you as well
Have you not reached your dream to be?
To only have met whence depreciation fell
Did you not but remember an expectation to see?
I always have the need for runaway
To only be drawn back constantly... creepily
To once more consider where survival lay
I did have a dream have I not... to live happily
My reality perhaps are dreams
Surviving a world term reality I live for
No sooner will I question its means
Is it dream... or simply nothing more?
angel
glorious
spiritual self
helps only when summoned
angel
but ghost
creepily
contributes how?
reason is self-serving
ghost
soul self
part that lives
perpetual
guided by schemata
events
entity
perception
uniquely own
God gave us each a mind
to think
Hurricane Ian left no survivors and only a few boats in the water.
Old witch was bailing a pumpkin, heading toward her granddaughter.
But can we get there in time? The black cat asked in a weird way.
She smacked him on the head hard, for she was creepily mad that day.
If we do not, she said, you will be the first cat thrown into the water.
That is when the cat began praying for the health of her granddaughter.
Creepily walking
The feeling of the soft carpet
Moving swiftly and silently
The door continues to knock
The sweet smell of nectar infiltrates my nose
I wonder what's behind the door
I grab and turn the knob to the right
I cautiously open the door
A gust of wind blows
Pushing my hair out of my face
I stare as my face grows blank
Death is at my door
drop the "le"
you be jammin'
Mar y
not a rasta
meat but no
pasta
amiga
me a go
i and i
i'm oh so
this creepily
sounds like some
sort of jamaican stalking