Best Frighten Poems

Words of Mass Destruction



Words like bullets do not have eyes, as they fly in our hearts and materialize
Deleterious breaths that we soon despise, words written...

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Empath whispers hold covered silence
desires whisk away with the moon
earth tone times of trepidation 
dragged off and hidden in the ruin

pain stains blush red under...

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Listen to her with all of you
   Your fists clenched
   Your lips together
   Your head moving, slightly, side to...

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I cry, I cry
Why does my skin color frighten you so?
Have I done anything,  but, be born?

You judge me, from your own despair
and draw...

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And as the hills yonder 
Turned red from sunset rays
As darkness engulfed the valley
And the sweet sounds of birds
Rent the cool evening air

Our cows and...

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16th April 1746
The day a country ceased to exist
British Army, Hanoverian scum
Defeated our Jacobite's
Scotland is on the run
 
Our Tartans banished, bagpipes no more
To lead...

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Oh, if only ...

If only monsters ...
LOOKED like monsters.
If they lurked ONLY in the dark,
Glowing red eyes and chiseled teeth ...
Claws and horns and forked...

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I love to watch you wind, 
as you sway the trees and blow
across the fields in a gentle breeze, 
but I wonder where you go.
You...

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You don't have to kneel to pray,
Lye,sit or stand,just do it every day,
The presence of the Almighty is real,
Alleluia,alleluia,chant it until you feel,
When you feel...

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The bats in the steeple were feeding on people
By sucking the blood splattered wood
That came from the coffin a vampire dropped off in
When he’d drunk...

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I have always had a vivid imagination,
as a child, I could make up stories in my head;
then, I began to write them down on paper,
but...

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I dedicate this poem to Thomas Cunningham,
who I admire for the tales he tells in poetry form. 

MUTINY

I stands at the bow
Proud to lead
I get...

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Some days you can barely squeeze out a line
   On others inspiration flows from recesses Divine

Yet there's always that first glimpse of a...

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When I was a child
Everything was magical
Full of mystery and the unknown
I read hundreds of books
The library my haven
My home
Hours upon hours
Night and day
I read...

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Do you dare to hear this story,
listen to the rant of a cuckold tale
This story will give you nightmares
if your masculinity has begun to fail

Despondent...

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