Best Frightening Poems
FRIGHTENING THINGS
i’m in the chapel
it’s night the room is empty
loud c minor chord!
old mansion
boarded-up
chimney smoking
ruined mansion
boarded-up
window lit near the top
piano recital
moonlight sonata
mouse!
my roommate
weird smile
unusual eye teeth
Call girl of Thulhu?
I smiled at the voice at the end of the phone.
Not been in action for many years, but had a keenness for a kill.
Sure is, I said in my youngest voice.
Happy it did not crack or give my age.
You can do some delectable things for five hundred? A question.
I said “six” to see if he would bite.
A slight hesitation
We negotiated to five fifty.
Agreed to meet at the Slingback, a seedy motel.
You could torture someone here.
No one would call the cops.
They would not show up in this divvy place
Too scary.
More than one cop had probably
already been murdered at the Slingback.
Run by Mama M,
Nickname: Mama Mortician.
Got out my knives and lovingly polished them.
They had not seen daylight since ’85 when I took out several men
No idea my trick was polishing his knives too
I saw the light and I was afraid
I didn't want to go to it
I wanted to turn and run
But I knew it would follow me
I felt as if I was in a tunnel
Nowhere to turn. Nowhere to hide
Moving to the light would be the end
Pain. Tragedy. Ensuing sorrow
But I knew I had no choice
I was compelled
Condemned, if you will
Sentenced to suffer the coming event
So I moved onward into my fate
And at the time of judgment
The official looked at my license and insurance
Then he said to me...
You're good to go
Have a good night
Rockman :-)
PREFERED THE SKIN COLOURS
ACCEPT THE STRANGE HEARD NAMES
RESPECT EACH RACES DIGNITY
SWIFT HALT EXISTED DISPUTE
ACCEPT ANY MOTION BROUGHT
THIS COULD SUM UP
MODUS OPERANDI TO VIVENDI AMONGST
HE DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE
UNIVERSE IS AN EXISTENCE OF COLOUR
THERE PRESENT WHITE, BLACK; STONES, ROCK
BOTH OF SIMILAR NATURE AND STRUCTURE
FROM THE CREATOR
THIS COULD BROUGHT UP
MODUS OPERANDI TO VIVENDI AMONGST
BAD IN AGE IS THE ACCEPTANCE
AMONGST THE WHITE AND BLACK RACES
BOTH POSSESS SOMETHING IN COMMON
SOMETHING THICKER THAN WATER
THE END MAY BE THE BEGINNING
THIS COULD APPREHEND
MODUS OPERANDI TO VIVENDI AMONGST
Fog enhances this place of intense fright
Pumpkins litter the yard with all their strength
The path is obscured having little light
Shadows are formed increasing in their length
Hearing only the noises of ghosts near
Pumpkins litter the yard with all their strength
Candles are lit within each window here
The moon escapes the scene, being clouded
Hearing only the noises of ghosts near
Witches brew will kill, it is not doubted
Lanterns sway in the fog, not quite shining
The moon escapes the scene, being clouded
The werewolves here are waiting for dining
Waiting for lost souls that will travel by
Lanterns sway in the fog, not quite shining
This place is spooky and that is no lie
Fog enhances this place of intense fright
Waiting for lost souls that will travel by
The path is obscured having little light
Russell Sivey
It’s the day before New Year’s Eve
And the minute and hour hands
Clutch and hold on tight,
As the cuckoo clock pings six times.
Airborne towards emptiness,
Fireworks whistle and hiss,
Shattering the silence;
Nothing to hold them back
Except the dark
And perfect moon.
Different colour
Dandelion fuzz balls
Scatter, sputtering showers.
Dogs howl and bark
In the neighborhoods.
My little Pekingese
Trembles and whines
Next to me at the loud
Gunfire and booms.
How many dogs will stay home?
How many dogs will run away
From the hissing, whistling,
Snap loud ka-boom, and pop, pop
And not find their way home?
How many will end up in a shelter?
12/31/2020
Within her mind suicidal thoughts fester
Would she have the strength to continue?
With unfaithful love from a jester
Inside her mind suicidal thoughts test her
With love our good Lord had not blessed her
Collecting her thoughts, she just walked away blue
Within her mind suicidal thoughts fester
Would she have the strength to continue?
For Nette's "In the Afterglow" contest
by Carolyn Devonshire
Walking in the twilight with my darling, hand in hand,
Was a joy beyond description, all sweethearts will understand.
We were laughing without reason, stopping now and then to kiss.
Only those who love as we do could know ecstasy like this.
Suddenly the dark had deepened and I felt an eerie chill.
His fingers tightened on my hand and pulled me closer still.
It was unlike a common blackout as electric power goes down,
When there is still a bit of natural light to turn the black to brown.
This darkness was an absolute, no stray gleam anywhere,
As if the sun, the moon, the stars were all no longer here.
My dear one was now dragging me, I could no longer walk.
I tried to phrase a protest but my tongue refused to talk.
The whole world had been silenced to degree I’d never known
As though completely vanished and we two were all alone.
Though I was void of any feelings as my darling ran in fear,
I was aware he raced for safety from a danger yawning near.
Suddenly the silence lifted at the sound of the alarm.
I was hanging to my pillow; it was not my lover’s arm.
The sunlight was streaming through the window and the door,
I welcomed it with ardor I had never known before.
Lying there to ponder on the meaning of the dream
I thought of Munch’s painting, he’d entitled as “The Scream’’.
I knew exactly why my love had run as though my life to save.
I had been given a brief preview of dark silence of my grave.
Sea monster emits
screams to frighten beach-goer...
as an angel weeps.
Entered in Carolyn Devonshire's contest,
" Nature's Revenge "
Pockets of small militant groups are threatening
While unrest swirls around us in the streets
Election season … or, facing a second Civil War?
Americans find the possibilities ever frightening.
Social and political polarization has created
Unbridgeable gaps between friends and neighbors
And promoted severe rifts within families
Social and fraternal groups are among the hated.
The authority of the church is compromised
Our educational systems are arguably failing
While systemic racism throughout our culture
Loses sight of ultimate diversification so prized.
What happens if violence becomes the daily lead
If wild and reckless militia groups roam the land
Seizing control wherever they can overpower
A stable, democratic leader we desperately need.
FEATURED POETRY SOUP POEM
December 19, 2021
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 on a groove
Tombs burst open showing zombies to scare
To prey on the weak, going everywhere
The haunted house sits on top of the hill
Invites guests to come in for a cheap thrill
The moon goes dark as anyone comes close
Creepiness is present, everyone knows
Halloween is sure the focus of fear
This haunted house - no candy do they share
Russell Sivey
Spectral light resounding arcs,
healing atheistic justice,
positively bow toward resonant
pantheistic patterned peace
and negatively bend
dissociating dissonant monotheistic trauma.
So too,
wealthy sounding polyphonic cadence
can feel drawn
toward deeply panentheistic
meaning-fullness
Despite no healthy polypathic narrative
widely polymathic democratic speed
of inspiraling light
and fractal-powered purpose
When justice shows up
I don't have to solve your world,
nor you resolve my mind
to body shows just cadence up
maybe isn't quite so marching down.
Just grow out capital His-story.
Throw out whatever wealth-eulogies we can find,
they'll never change our warring minds.
Justice grows unshout out
unpeace changing calm
wise-womanologies.
Peace flows up
Down deep
where old whores have discovered luck
of justice so blind she'll never He be
come slippery wet between our beats;
hungry peace flows out.
Just stand up.
Down sliding stairs of glaring need,
gliding prayers of blaring greed,
crying slayers of darkened creed,
slying players of slutty breed,
flying nayers of righteous steeds
Let just Us free
Earth's kosmic karmic bleed
Flow fueling
light speed rebounding spirals
associate bowing toward resonant
patterned persistent peace
unbendingly dissociate
disturbing dissonant pleas
resisting monotheistic trauma.
skeleton cartilage
seven gill slits on head
supreme power symbol
stalks prey up to six miles
sense of smell amazing
species are small or large
sudden seashore scary
SECOND PLACE WINNER
written March 10, 2022
especially for "In Search of Prey" poetry contest
sponsored by Joseph May
syllables checked with HMS and PS
Feelings of terror
Rooms of confinement
I keep trying to forget
Giving myself, my love
Hold me, secure me
Thoughts of aloneness
Entwined in a black, quiet place
Night comes to me, I need to escape
Ignore the fears, deeply hidden
Nothingness is a safe place
Go inside yourself, alone and silent
I am scared,
I'm probably just over reacting again,
But I can’t help but think;
It’s happening again,
I can feel it,
I'm losing you again.
That ever familiar frightening feeling is back,
It is a dark, twisting and churning feeling within me,
It is tearing me up inside.
On the outside I appear fine to my friends,
But on the inside I a mess of emotions,
I try to talk to you and fall apart.
please dont go again
i dont think my heart can take it this time
i love you
i need you
what do i do?
im lost
help me once again
come back to me my dear
bring back you smiles and laughter and jokes and joy
and your love...