Best Frightening Poems


Premium Member Frightening Things

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

Premium Member Call Girl of Thulhu

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

A Frightening Experience

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  :-)


Frightening Away Racism

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

Premium Member Frightening Place

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

Premium Member Fireworks Frightening Dogs

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
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Her Frightening Impulse

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

Premium Member The Frightening Dream

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.

A Frightening Experience

Sea monster emits
screams to frighten beach-goer...
as an angel weeps.


Entered in Carolyn Devonshire's contest,
" Nature's Revenge "

Premium Member The Frightening Future

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

Premium Member Frightening Halloween

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

Premium Member Brightening Frightening Neurology

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.

Premium Member Shark

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

Frightening

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

Familiar Frightening Feeling

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...
 

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