Best Creepy Poems
There is an old cemetery in my city full of legends,
and stories, one I find creepy is people being buried alive;
back in the day there were many buried prematurely,
according to tales, once there was an earthquake and caskets;
were discovered with scratch marks on the inside of the lids.
There were even stories of people waking up during embalming,
I guess the determination of death back then was questionable.
The fear was so real for the wealthy and paranoid,
they purchased "safety caskets" so just in case they could signal;
from the inside to the outside world by ringing a bell,
or raising a flag to say, I'm alive here six feet down, please hurry!
So the legend says.
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April 5, 2017
Narrative/"Buried Alive" Creepy Legend
Copyright Protected, ID 890129
Written for the contest, Urban Legends
Sponsor, Nayda Yvette Negron
Adam’s apple screams
Bloody beware
Candy poisoning
Death in the air
Evil lurking by
Funny creepy laugh
Glowing in dark pines
Haunted Halloween path
Interesting scary movie
Jumping at the climax
Killer is carrying ruby
Lantern wearing eye patch
Making my skin crawl
Night
Onyx with delight
Phones all on pause
Quick to fight or flight
Red eyes because they’re tired
Still stuck watching
TV
Unfortunately desired
Vampire’s death is a thing
We love the Thriller video
Xray extra unique it hasn’t aged
You can have fun being scared you know
Zip my lips as I’d rather not be afraid
Trapped in a web of moon rays,
a cold autumn night
The air was spun -
The dead twist in despair
Through sharp howls from the werewolf
Longing for a spouse, love and tenderness
A manhood test and bloodthirsty power
Myth or Truth - Trick or Treat
("a human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf")
Spooky Halloween moon - cast and spell
Make sure the shoe laces are tied well
No comforting words or lullaby tonight
25/09/2019
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Halloween Moon Poetry Contest
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Existing here in the oblivion
Hollow is it's core
Others thrive in this waste
Bodies passing
No connection is made
Just shadows
Why am I here
Is this always the end result
Of Dr Jekyll an Mr Hyde played out
Is this what their life is all about
Our Essence is filled with Light
Strength beams from Our Core
Hands that are Strong
A Will that is Determined
Our Hearts are Loyal
Thy Lords Will shall Rule.... This is Our Fate....
This evil will not prevail
It does not frighten us
A spec that is so small
Pathogenic scarecrow
Just amazed that we did not see
Who the Creep Crawler turns out to be........
On my street I lie in wait
I see the house that’s yet to wake
It dark and gloomy full of sounds
Like wind and rain and howling hounds
Squeaky swaying in the breeze
Creaking, croaking of nearby trees
But a boy am I too curious
I must enter and see the house
I enter in the light is still
Just seeping from the window sill
Then in it comes and startles me
A sound that is just so ghostly
I run but see a shadow grey
Stunned but cannot look away
I close my eyes and shield my head
Certain that I will be dead
Then I feel a gentle paw
It’s soft and creaking on the floor
I open my eyes and there I see
A cat sits there in front of me
I laugh and think what of me
How silly could I really be?
I walk as gently as a mouse
And step out of that old, old house
I see the cat and wave goodbye
The cat just looks into my eye
If I had stayed little while
I would have seen that old cat smile
And turn into a ghost of night
That would have caused me quite a fright
And then dark as night it disappeared
A room once filled now is clear.
Something was watching
leaving a creepy feeling
i could not shake it
finally closing the door
behind me eyes in the tree...
A poem is a cryptic array
And could be the terrorist play
The web is complex
But will never perplex
The mighty and proud NSA
Author's note: It is not just phone and email traffic that is monitored. By logic and since any and all websites can be used as code, I have to surmise that the NSA is reading all web traffic as well. Nothing is private from the prying eyes of the web crawlers. The robots out there scanning us and checking on what we are doing may inflate the total of the views of our work.
I lay in bed and what do I see
A spider walking right above me
It is a huge and fleshy one
In the morning it would be gone
I see more creepy crawlies again
They are really becoming a pain
Wood lice are walking along the path
When I have seen them I need a bath
I can’t stand insects of any kind
They nearly send me out of my mind
I know they exist and they are there
But I don’t want them anywhere
In the garden it’s full of ants
I really don’t want them in my pants
Centipedes well what can I say
Too many legs so keep them away
Live and let live I know it’s true
I don’t mind whatever they do
But please don’t let them come near me
I can’t stand creepy crawlies you see
Creepy Clown....
I despise Clowns their so NOT funny
WOULDNT waste my time or hard earned money!
Painted smiles on your fake
ugly clown face
Can't hide my aggrevation
Or my distaste
You smile behind YOUR silly painted mask
How does one "become" a clown
Or do I even want to ask?
CANT even believe your STILL on the scene
what's up with that? Its freaking 2016!
Is there some type of training or CLOWN Education?
Or they so DESPERATE threw ya into this situation?
CREEPY & WEIRD. UR THE PERFFECT combonation
Is there a background check or just useless information?
Regardless don want to be anywhere where you are
Could care less how many clowns fit in your stupid clown car
You appear to be jovial as I watch you here tonight
you don't fool me something about you ain't quite right
So You can juggle and make animal balloons
Well good for you
Get out of my face and go do whatever you clowns DO
Can't stand the site of you don't like knowing your around
You don't make me happy as a matter of fact u bring this girl down
Your evil smile so FAKE EWWWW gross!
Existence stage left FREAK u heard me ADIOS!
STUPID blank stare on ur face.. Hate that the MOST
Something off kilter with you
Perhaps not yet diagnosed
DONT speak dont care what U have to say
Go get your big floppy shoes and please be on your way!
YIU are the epitome of untalented and unfunny
Don't want anything don't want to be your little buddy
Please go now no I don't want to hear a joke
Your sugary false sweetness makes me wanna choke
Gotta get away from you and fast
CANT hide ur insanity FOREVER
behind that painted Clown Mask
As I sat in my room on a stormy night,
something startled me with such a fright!
Through a crack in the door of my private domain,
came a screech as high-pitched as brakes on a train.
I caught a glimpse of a reflection in my closet door mirror,
I saw it approaching as my spine tingled with fear!
My mind started to race...
WHO or WHAT has invaded my space?
In the reflection I dare to see-
a clump of hair like the hive of a bee.
Then, oh no, nails...
followed by scales!
Footsteps were approaching as I let out a scream,
I wanted to run, hoping it was all a dream.
My door creaked open, I chewed my nails down to stubs.
Fingers wrapped around the edge of my door like wriggling grubs!
The door flew open, and who should appear...?
My SISTER in a Hannah Montana costume, headphone in ear.
With her puffy blind wig, pointed heels and gloved hands,
I don't know what's scarier- a monster or a Hannah Montana fan.
Have you ever been hiking
Out in the woods
When this creepy feeling
Scares you real good?
Afraid to look round
Don't know what's behind
Oh don't be so silly!
Everything's fine!
The sound of a twig
Snapping in two
Your heart starts pounding
You shake in your shoes
A flicker of light
Through the towering pines
Saw something move
Was it just in my mind?
It happens again
So I whirl myself 'round
There right before me
My brother the clown
Laughing and chuckling
Under the pines
This badass prankster
Kid brother of mine
He teases me still
Bout the look on my face
After all these years
He still can't erase
One day my turn
For revenge will arrive
And brother oh brother
I hope he survives!
© Jack Ellison 2012
scary creepy clowns
leer at innocent children
blood red moon laughing
Oct.18/16
Can I ever aspire to have, from you, a glance?
Can I ever dream to have, with you, a dance?
On a yacht
While the mermaids will watch
All enraptured
By the fiery glow that emanates from our burns
Our burns, shining forth
Making us hoarse
And worn, all spent from love making
All tired and being to the rest of the world, unheeding
Why, you have been blessed with everything that life can offer
From beauty to money
From sexiness to power
You have it all
While I am, if not a creep
A simpleton
A simpleton, having been by your allure, stunned!
A simpleton with a tendency to glance up at the skies and wonder
Really wonder
About where is this world heading to
Revolving on itself everyday and every night
Having theories and science to cure its sickly plight
A world it is, made of false pleasures!
And I, belong not here,
I wish I could have the powers to steer clear
To ride away, to seek the world above
But since I am made to be like I am;
An imperfect human;
I cannot help but stare at you
I cannot help but want your attention
I cannot help desire to be your world
I'm a creep maybe, obsessed and enamored
I'm a freak maybe, being made of plain features
I'm a shadow while you are the sun
I'm a moth while you are the butterfly
I'm human while you are a god
But since I don't belong here
I shall make no fuss
I shall live on my life
As long as I am meant to be!
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Creepy Tales
"The Lion"
On a dark stormy night a young lady took a stroll
through the local park, it was a short cut to her home
in London, as she was progressing she observed a large
bolt of lightning she found a gazebo to take shelter in she
could wait there until the storm passed, a young
man had a similar idea and also entered the gazebo, he
was a lecturer at the local university he introduced
himself and sat down on the bench, the storm by now
appeared settled, so he offered to accompany the young
lady, they walked side by side until the man reached his
portal to his street, the storm intensified and the
lightning was extreme, a huge bang was heard as the girl
noticed a lion's statue in the park, she walked on then
the lightning worsened, she heard a lion's roar, she
heard it again and it was getting closer to her, in panic
she begins to run towards her home, moments
later she is confronted by a real lion, she panics then
runs away from it, there is a large scream and she
collapses to the ground. On the following day a park
worker notices the girl's body lying next to the stone lion,
she was dead. The police arrived and notice she has died
of shock. What could have caused this strange event ?
Did the girl really see the lion or was it an illusion of her
own mind, could she have been struck by lightning. It is a
matter of conjecture, an unexplained mystery. What
are your thoughts regarding this creepy tale, is truth
stranger than fiction, I leave it for you to decide.
Author: John Ginesi
9th February 2014
Creepy Crawly Things
Big eyes crying in the dust
May you not slither and bust
Those green creepy crawly things
Might prance unto you and sting
Seeing all those creepy critters
Might or even make you shivers
Was out cutting lawn saw big eyes
Now I’m telling you this is not lies
Those big creepy crawly things
Just might attack and give many stings.
Written: Aug. 16, 2015
Humming-Bird