Best Dark Horror Poems

The Dark Side of October

Late October moon is waking, through this cemetery shaking,
shaking as the cold wind breaking, walking ‘neath an old oak tree.
Stones like sentries undertaking, guarding graves as hearts are aching,
aching for the still ones staking, such an eerie sight to see –
dark...

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Parted curtains
puff of smoke.
Parlor trick
or cruel joke?

First a bat,
then human form—
eyes aglow,
fangs enorm.

And in the mirror,
no image there;
it stilled my heart
and stifled prayer.

But Drac was old
and suffered so;
his timing off,
reactions slow.

As he lunged
I stepped aside;
mallet ready,
his chest I eyed.

He lay there stunned,
at last my break;
I...

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Dear members of Poetry Soup, here I present my most awesome poem to date. 
It is best appreciated while listening to my mate Andy's recital. 
So please open-
http://www.andyevansfiction.com/interviews/andy-reads-a-poem-called.html 
and read along.
Here goes:

DOUBTS

When the sanctuary
Of sunlight sinks
And dark shadows
Lay across your thoughts
Spiteful talons
Scrape against your reason
Their...

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"The Strange Case of F.T."



They say the dead don’t talk
the stories I have calculated
to deliver a saving grace 
confessional shared amongst 
my equal peers, or so I deem 
you somewhat sometimes seem,
less than me, you ardent followers
scholars, world leaders, 
all manner of dignitaries and 
my...

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5/24/17



Not going to adjourn
Since you never learn
Going to make you squirm
More than a worm
With a stance that is firm
Then make you burn
So that you never return
Showing no concern

No more chances
Or free passes
You'll find out what happens
Over such foolish actions
When you are thrown into sulphuric acid
Or...

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How they laugh and they point as they whisper ‘bout me
And they only can see what their shallow eyes see
Though my surface is not picture perfect for show
How this heart bleeds with purpose they never could know

Of the horrors and trials my soul has survived
Of...

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One dark night takes me on a ride to an isolated hill where I inhale unpleasantness ..
Wide gleamy monstrous gate opens as the mighty wind blows,
creepy ferns crawl all over the floor.
Eerie garden awaits the lost lover's presence;
There stands a haunted home with a grubby...

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I like it when the Sun goes down,

I like it when it's dark,

I have two pointy fangs you see,

And I like to leave my mark.






Entry for
What I Like Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
28/2/19...

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Time and time again,
broken heart and shattered dreams.
My eyes start to close and,
I hear all the retched screams.

I see the twisted faces, 
the hatred they hold inside.
The eyes as red as blood, 
all the anger they can't hide.

The sound of the screams turns my blood,...

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When I see those eyes,
They’re filled with lifeless lies.
It’s no wonder his skin is like ice.

He tells me, “Come closer,”
His promise of wealth wins me over,
But then I see the black blood running through his veins.
He says, “Five years, then it’s time for more games.”

It’s...

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The Heavy Price Paid To End The Deepest Of Dark Pains


In my night-dreams, flies jargon of oracles wise and profound
words given that break heavy chains by which I was once bound
just a conversation with my dark-muse and her ancient friends
as she promised, they provided a...

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Drenched of hell’s insanities 



Sending chills this tortured spine, 
as aches precede the worded fiction
Sorted truth does rest sublime 
beneath the light of benediction
Broken dreams of compass flair, 
directions cast a blinded waning
Trusted roots abridge the square 
of all that’s lost and is remaining

Washed along...

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The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe,
Part Two of Three

For seven years it had been wickedly clever
Doing just enough to sate its wicked desires
When begged to stop. Alas it cried, never
Not until your soul rests on the burning pyres
Yet Poe now keenly aware this was...

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The sultry jungle steams its vapid breath
Choking and drowning with humid hate
Life crawls and scurries struggling to and fro
A pyramid of roughly hewn green block rises
A stunning mountain out of place
Creeping vines grasp and control
Embracing greedily everything within reach 
Serpents dance in the obscuring shadows
While...

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Some may say
Look on the bright side
Life is not all doom and gloom
There is beauty to be seen and appreciated

I appreciate all the beauties of this life
Yet there is a call in me
To examine the horrors
The dark places where men’s minds do not care to...

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