Best Creepiness Poems

The building is imposing, massive and fearful,
     built in 1862 as a jail and gallows for criminals;
conditions for the inmates were inhumane and appalling,
          the top floor was death row with only...

Continue reading...

There’s an old mansion
On top of an eerie hill
Where path runs crooked
And candles are lit inside
Where ghosts triumphantly float

The place exudes hate
An evil holds firm within
Manor feels desperate
Bats gloat of their great catches
And black cats find their mice here

The place warns of fear
By Jack-O-Lanterns hither
Lit...

Continue reading...

An old house, ancient in its fearsome style
Where lightning flashes and thunder pelts near
The house’s creepiness can be seen for miles
In front of the building is a dark seer
Casting powers that cause a lot of fear
A witch flies deep in the sky overhead
Looking for lost...

Continue reading...

 "Nicholas Street Jail is a real place"

The building is imposing, massive and fearful,
built in 1862 as a jail and gallows for criminals;
the conditions were inhumane and appalling,
on the top floor was death row with only one way out.

It closed in 1972 (hangings had not...

Continue reading...

Just when you thought there was peace on the street
Lightning strikes, moon is covered with a streak
The crow caws with a great fear in his voice
Night haunts everyone, it seems to rejoice

Just as if on cue, the ground seems to move
Skeletons come out, as if...

Continue reading...

When younger, less afraid of dying.
Even now, less afraid of dying
than fearful I am already too dead for fully functional 
resuscitation

Reviving reconnecting
inter-religious panentheism

Maybe it’s just another monotheistic Sunday 9 PM,
last dregs of responsible weekend parenting,
trying to remember, then forget,
why I thought parenting would be good...

Continue reading...

The building is imposing, massive and fearful,
built in 1862 as a jail and gallows for criminals;
the conditions were inhumane and appalling,
on top floor was death row with only one way out.

It closed in 1972 and was deemed to be heritage,
renovating was done but the creepiness...

Continue reading...

The light is on
In the heart of a pumpkin
The center is fresh

The middle carries a doom
Within its known creepiness

The beating nature
Of the inside’s confines
Flickers with a candle

The groveling heard
Increased with each footstep
A quirky smile given

The Jack-O-Lantern brings fear
To the people that pass by

No matter the...

Continue reading...

After all the things i did for you
And comfort when your feeling blue
When your dressed fancy and i say your beautiful
Or when i complement you when your feeling dull

But i creep you out?

That moment when Josh yelled at you
And i made him feel like a...

Continue reading...

The haunting
In the creepiness
When there’s no light
Waking up every moment 
In the middle of the night
You have not noticed
All the haunting all around
The harder I try to ignore it
The stronger it gets inside of me
This haunting makes no sound
It is something you do not see
With...

Continue reading...

The old building is imposing, massive and fearful,
built in 1862 as a jail and gallows for criminals;
today the creepiness remains-  turned into a hostel,
one hundred and fifty graves were found on the grounds;
and upper death row cells can be rented for a night.

There are...

Continue reading...

The rainy night crept unto the woods,
with the leaves ticking,
singing in ghastly moods,
The drizzling drops went pit and pat 
meow meow!!!! cried out the cat.

All dark, all alone
Creepiness build by its own,
The bats sighed, 
and the animals howled,
The greeness deepened to the hollow dark,
A gush...

Continue reading...

8/20/12

Another collaboration with Justin Connor. :) It’s fun pulling people into writing gory, creepiness—and them actually not minding. At least I don’t think he minds. ;)

----------------------------------------------------------

The ache is returning in full force
What is this horrid feeling?
And why does it leave a crooked smile on my...

Continue reading...

Mangrove Jack
He might attack
Always lurking 
Never twerking 
Twigs in his hair
His smell everywhere 
Dirt under his nails
His creepiness prevails 
Mangrove Jack
He will be back…...

Continue reading...

It is the road through the woods again
The car is the fortress
Through the misty mind and glitch
I fog it for you
So we shall meet nothing familiar
But a stranger darkness there
A throbbing landscape desolate
In the foment and frenzy
Of the flustered frigid mind.

Between the edge of fall...

Continue reading...