Best Frightened To Death Poems
She looked in dismay at her mail today,
her bills are mounting, how will she pay?
Soon a mother to be, and unable to work,
thoughts of regret, for trusting that jerk.
Caught up in a moment, she let herself go,
her Prince Charming is here no more.
Only eighteen, and all alone in a small little place,
her mother told her, you are a disgrace.
Phone turned off, and soon the power,
frightened to death, I despise that coward.
All he wanted was a one night stand,
all she wanted was a loving man.
Now a baby to nurture, and care,
all she can do, is worry, and stare.
Maybe a couple that has a nice home,
will take my baby, and give her a good home.
A very nice lady at the office down the street,
notified the girl, I found just who you need.
A couple had tried for 10 long years,
but all they got was bills, and tears.
They want to meet you, if you are sincere,
they want you both, these people are so dear.
Rich in material things, they have so much,
but the warmness of a family, is out of their touch.
So pack your things, and I'll take you home,
this is the miracle, you prayed for, so long.
There was an old lady from Ireland
Who was frightened to death by a brass band
We watched with dismay
As without delay
They buried her corpse in the band stand
Contest : Slapstick Limerick Contest
5th Place
What happened to poor Easter Bunny, was it murder, misfortune or fate?
What to tell the children when the treats are unforgivably late.......
It could have been the tooth fairy, accidently raining teeth as she flew by
Poor Bunny pierced by sharp teeth, extremely deadly from way up high
It could have been Cupid, letting his haphazardly arrows fly
Poor Bunny punctured by a miscalculated arrow gone awry
It could have been Jack Frost, getting in his last frost before the end of the year
Poor Bunny frozen solid, all that is left sticking out from the snow... a lone ear
It could have been St. Patrick, preaching Christianity in Bunny's ear
Poor Bunny died of an aneurysm hearing bible stories so severe.
It could have been Jack-o-lantern with numerous carvings meant to scare
Poor Bunny had a heart attack, frightened to death, and he without healthcare.
It could have been Santa, driving reckless with mounds of gifts to deliver everywhere
Poor Bunny trampled by reindeer, that he was unable to hop any faster, is so unfair
Which story will you tell your child....why the Easter Bunny comes no more?
Will you confess, that you led your child astray with fabled stories of folklore.
Contest name ~ Clue: Who Murdered the Easter Bunny?
Sponsor ~ Lisa Cooper Poetessdarkly
03-14-2013
He sits on the tulip as the petals close,
drenched in red, soaked,
a bruise on his neck, whips pound his chest,
and they say he died of overdose.
men avert from his death, women hide,
sums of money were paid,made to confide,
clouds tear up as they look from above,
he who cradles between life and death, forever gone now.
But nothing else matters,
sympathetic sighs rise from the crowds,
but laughter arose at the back when he choked,
the oppressor grinned with every law he broke,
the god of death who once wept for his child,
now smirks at humanity's penchant for genocide,
they say casteism is gone,they say apartheid is dead,
they say a lot, yet a black man lies on his eternal bed,
and they say he was frightened to death.
(Image-5)
(Cliche-frightened to death)
(Song-nothing else matters)
(Date-28th April,2016)
Hands tick in motion but I hear naught
of the onslaught of killing time depicted.
Minutes run past me in tarred darkness
as the visions in my brain are obscured.
Clocks eat away moments of my life.
I admit I'm nearly frightened to death
of those mimed hands whose strokes
stab me with each gasp of breath I take.
Round and around, silent warning given
in gross opposition to the beastly roar,
aped by masses of such foolish people,
oblivious that my plight is also their own.
Reticence gives no relief to assault. I see
my fate's demise, and frightened I shall be
until death's full tariff has set my soul free.
Rhythmic tickings makes no difference to me.
Silence staggers my soul to substantiality.
Blinded by fear of my imminent necrosis,
I cannot traverse those two roving needles,
hellbent on stinging me to my neon grave!
Passage of time is but a travesty of life
in which man has no occasion to amend.
In the end, death haunts us all in silent
whispers; echoes of cruel scheming hands.
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17th of April, 2016
A face in a crowd grows numb on the subway
which hides evening’s woe, then closes a day,
mirroring grief across late Autumn’s sky
to wrestle with angst she cannot deny
like one thorn circling down from a fogged lair
while hours pound this final ache quite unfair.
Her dream turns bleak through uncertainty’s flow,
it knows not which compass of life to go…
frightened to death , brushing sleets of mad rain
when a long gone illness comes back again;
like time’s flick winging a dark raven’s plume
as sallow hands collect flowers abloom.
But oh this wish to live stirs ever on,
for when litanies of prayer are done
each whisper tumbles as moonbeams abide…
while nights claim her dream, “ fate is in your side.”
5/4/2016
Silent One’s Contest: Lyrics Cliché Image
Inspiration from the lyrics ‘ Mad World’
Cliché ,’ Frightened To Death’ … Image # 5
I feel your breath, still frightened to death,
But as long as, I have faith in my prayers.
Nothing else matters.
The rivals don't know, the power of mother,
Who stands by you, who loves and cares.
Nothing else matters.
You are safe in my arms, open your eyes,
Let me kiss your forehead, wipe your tears.
Nothing else matters.
I shall shield you, from devil's dark shadow,
I believe your say, not what said by others.
Nothing else matters.
World is evil, I am afraid of your innocence,
But I will make you strong, in coming years.
Nothing else matters.
Trust me for once, you are my reason to live,
Wake up my child, and give me all your fears.
Nothing else matters.
April 18, 2016.
Song: Metallica - Nothing else matters
Cliche: Frightened to death
Image: #1
Lyrics cliché image - Poetry Contest
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Any Poem Written In April 2016 - Poetry Contest
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As the boys walked and walked
Through the forest of many lost souls
The boys began to feel they were lost
And would never find old man withers gold
But as the boys, were about to give up
The oldest had another feeling
And decided to look up
There he saw, what looked to be a cave
He told the other two, and they all shouted YaYYYY!!!!!
But this cave that he saw
In the forest of many lost souls
Didn’t seem to even contain
Any of Old man withers gold
Instead of precious gold
There lay a big pile of bones
Bones of little lost children
Children from there town back home
As the three boys noticed
That this was no treasure chest
The oldest boy realized
Head home would probably be best
But as they turned to head back home
The oldest boy heard
A scary and vicious groan
So he looked into the darkness
To see what he could see
A big blackish wompass cat
With big ole shiny teeth
The three little boys
That set out on a quest
Found themselves alone
Almost frightened to death
This wompass cat they saw
In forest of many lost souls
Was very big and very tall
I guess he ate all the souls
But these boys couldn't give up
As they didn’t do before
But they couldn't just outman this beast
For there strength was way to poor
As time was running out
For all the little boys
The oldest boy picked up
A stone that was on the floor
As he threw the stone
With all he had in store
To keep this wild and mangy beast
From getting all three boys souls
With this throw of the stone
Draw a quick blow to the head
There this mangy beast cat lay
This wompass cat was dead
As the boys started to leave
Towards there home they would head
The oldest boy noticed a light
Behind the cat that lay dead
This light was pretty gorgeous
A beauty often unseen
The boys took a closer look
The oldest said Cha Ching!!!!!
Such a busy life some parents
have, running here and running there...
never telling their kids to sit down
and have a serious talk with them.
Yes, all kids should be heard,
yes, all kids shouldn't be silent: that's
when they start to break down
and take their anger somewhere.
Don't turn your shoulders on them,
had they been heard: no harm
ever would have come to them;
had they been loved: no lonely
tears they would have shed in misery...
hold them tight and end their agony.
Be the teacher they need when they
seek answers, then they can understand
themselves better and be very lovely;
be their best friend in any way you can.
Had they been loved as others:
no isolation they would have chosen;
had they been loved: their smiles
no sadness or pain would have known.
Song: Mad World by Gary Jules
Cliche': Frightened To Death
Picture: # 1
Written on 4/21/2016
Cautiously my three walked to the porch.
Two doors to choose from, spiders all around.
Spooky and eerie lit by an old dungeon torch.
Skeletons were hanging, eyeballs looking down.
Huddled together, six eyes on old “Frank”
Frightened to death worse than walking a plank.
They bravely approached; Frankenstein encroached.
The oldest reached up to give the doorbell a ring.
In the next moment came the blood-curdling scream!
Frank on the bench moved his arm in the air.
The children weren’t sure that they wanted to be there.
Just as he did it, s-q-u-e-a-k opened the door.
The laughter inside still, in my heart does soar.
A fine man came out with his camera in hand.
Beside him his wife did assuringly stand.
Laughter broke out when my children saw whom
Had given them fright on that Halloween night.
My dear friends had planned it for families and friends.
Year’s worth of his photos to memories, he sends.
Boo!
© November 5, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
A winter vacation to Grandpa’s farm
Involved a drive over the Great Divide
As long as we didn’t hit a bad storm
I can make it in three days, if I try
I know now, it would be better to fly
Than to chance the weather by driving there
Anyway, the trip started without a care
Then came the day to cross the Divide
Got part way, up when the weather turned bad
But we were committed, nowhere to hide
Car slipped, kids asked, “are we OK Dad?”
Made the summit and felt better a tad
As we started down, the car lost traction
Turned the wheel, a knee jerk reaction
Things went from bad to worse in a hurry
I had lost control on a mountain pass
And could hardly see through the snow flurry
The car was fishing tailing, I gave it gas
Scary as hell, but gained control at last
It was strangely quiet for a shot time
Frightened to death but then all was fine
On the trip back, the weather was OK
We got to where the car fish tailed and stopped
It scared all of us once more on that day
Seeing the cliff where the car could have dropped
I still think about how we could have flopped
Made myself a promise that’s sure to last
No winter driving on a mountain pass
Charles Sides
Rhyme Royal Poetry Contest
He was the only soothsayer on the plane headed toward Grace.
The day they all got a message that kept them out of this place.
The stewardess asked him are you flying to the psychic convention?
He was not sure now if it was wise, it had once been his intention.
Where are the rest of the empaths and psychics? He asked.
They cancelled their flights this morning. Can you please be masked?
He was a poser and frightened to death now, so he ran off the plane.
Some would have said this was justified, others might call it insane.
AS A WOEFUL WIFE WAITS
This is a battle I cannot end
i'm searching frantically for a friend
i've searched every place where he should be
but if he's anywhere in the vicinity he turned into a ghost no one can see
this is a fight I want fleetingly to end
somehow there must be a way to find my friend
what possible explanation could there be for him to simply disappear
especially because there's nowhere he should be but here
I'm not sure I can make it through this day
until I find out why it seems he's run away
he has a wife who's worried to the end of her wits
and nothing about this puzzle fits
why would a man just take off and leave?
a godly man who's wife has nothing else to do but cry and grieve
where is her beloved as I wonder the same?
and he'd better have a good explanation for playing such an unfair game
there are two teams and one is frightened to death
holding on to hope and holding her breath
if it takes all day and night I won't rest until I see his face
a man quick to pray, beseech his God and say “grace”
i'm looking for one man in the middle of millions of others
a man who owes an excuse for holding hostage the breath of his sisters and brothers
is he in a pew praying for god to end his turmoil,
because my legs are aching and his wife's blood is about to boil
where, my brother are you and why haven't you given us a call
is there any way for you to explain this all
if you're searching for shelter at least tell us where that may be
because as of now you've become a ghost no one can see
and so I'll sit here praying in this one horrid place
waiting to hear your voice or to see your face
you're wife is hurting beyond comprehension
so tell me, how can a man of god cause his wife such ungodly tension
© 2012.....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Widow’s walk frightens me
Look outs are not my choice of tea
Come on up to the crow’s nest!
Mom’s idea is not the best
I am frightened to death of tall heights
I give her grief, whining, crying and lots of fights
I well never be caught on a bell tower day or night.
These heights give me a fright, they are not right.
a giant genuine gargoyle greets you said the gothic cathedral host.
as if this terrifying statue of scariness is a good thing of which to boast.
the kindergarteners were screaming as they got off the tour bus.
it took weeks for us to simmer them down, me and my teacher pal Gus.
never again we told the principal, we will not take anyone five.
they were frightened to death, thinking they might not leave alive.