Best Gruesome Poems
It is a sickening time for most of us...
When the internet exposes the worst in us..
Without a doubt many of us recoil in horror...
When a video clip shows us images of mass murder...
When the cold blooded fanaticism that is IS..
Is brutally exposed in video clips of merciless butchery..
Such merciless killings to propagate an ideology...
Is an aberration of decent human behaviour never before in history...
Coldblooded killings and loathsome butcherings of fellowmen..
What has our society become, why are there such men...
Human beings are creatures with souls unlike animals in the wild...
The senseless waste of another's life is but a wanton crime...
How can there be among the civilised man such uncivilised means...
To empower some misguided people to propagate violence and hate...
To execute horrors unimaginable and incomprehensible...
Merely to command fear and obedience, even dominance...
I looked in her eyes and all I saw was plastic.
The look of unreality; something not alive.
She tried to hold him; she tried to care.
She couldn’t help the fact that she was never really there.
The evil in her eyes; such an unfaithful soul.
A heart that was boiled in nothing but metal.
Her body was fake, her postures skimpy.
And he fell for her; she didn’t catch him. He’s limping.
He felt like he loved her; he made himself care.
Did he even know what her real name was?
Sitting on the outside watching him abused,
I couldn’t take the on look of watching him get used.
She was so far away; though to him she was right there.
A devil wearing the mask of love.
The mask was all he ever paid attention to.
There was somebody else for him; he didn’t care who.
None of these words matter; they may never be heard.
I see deep inside, he is scared and alone.
Drowning his real feelings in this and in that.
Not seeing how this girl was really just a lying rat.
She’s a beastly vampire draining him of life.
A ghost in the fog called love using him.
He is the insect, and she the spider.
He’s caught in her web, and she may light him on fire.
Within his soul I know he is scared.
He has instincts in which he pays no attention.
Maybe one day he shall be saved.
But it’s his innocence in which the Empusa craved.
She got him; she drained him, and now he is done.
There is no more left of the perfection I saw.
She was never anything of reality.
Nothing but cold mentality.
Evil
People
Dark and
Lethal
Tortures
Ensures
Nurtures
Murders
Sadist
Misfit
Inflicts
Pain hits
Ill-treat
Repeat
Abuse
Amuse
Fun kill
Sick thrill
Nasty
Ghastly
Ugly
Fugly
Gruesome
Humans
19.08.22
* Two cats, one a kitten, were found dead in a basement carpark in London, with horrific injuries. I won't give the details but all the signs were of extreme abuse.
Eerie winds sending shivers down my spine
As the clouds cover the moon
You say, I will come back soon
You say, I will come back soon
1,2,3 as I walk down the street, I believe that these pumpkins glow so fine
Midnight black not a glimpse of stars, for this foggy night
Witches on brooms, yell if you dare
You whisper, I will be there
You whisper, I will be there
Walking past gothic mansions, with dark windows, haunting my sight
My skeleton will remain inside this body forever
As I slowly rise out of this tomb to look for you
Little owl, keeps asking, who? Who?
Little owl, keeps asking, who? Who?
My soul is the shadow walking on your door, once more
Finding my way as I am entangled in this cobweb, boo!
These ghosts with powdered faces and long fingers, come creeping
As the Gothicly gruesome dungeons bells go ringing, ringing
Dungeons bells go ringing, ringing
As I walk, the glass shatters, the houses are spooky too
This day time,is all about money and greed,
No matter who they hurt,guaranteed.
All this confusion,what's wrong and what's right,
Temper's flare,that is about to ignite.
All the love and caring in this world seems to be gone,
All the stitches have been ripped,that used to be sewn.
Religion is being took away from all of our schools,
We need to stand up and not listen to all the nonsense rules.
The conferate flag is another thing they want to destroy,
To take it away,with a smile for them to enjoy.
We need to fight for what we stand for,
This world today is nothing but a gruesome war.
A daylong task
gnashing my teeth
all the while
wishing I were instead
dead
Anxiety
pouring out sweat
wondering when it will end
when finally it does
just before I give up
almost falling to the grit
that would get in my teeth
if I had
I guess I can rest now.
SKB
M-ysterious
E-pidemic
L-ets
O-utbreak
D-eliver
Y-ucky
P-andemic
A-nd
N-astiness
A-s
G-ruesome
L-ink
I-nfects
M-outh
A-trociously
Topic: Birthday of Melody A. Panaglima (April 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The Charcoal Man; Part Two
She went as silent as a night with petrified crickets. It blinked. Then before any of us could comprehend what was going on it swiftly grabbed her by the arm and pulled. She dropped the chalk from the other hand, her tense body hitting the board.
The sound was as harsh as getting a dozen rocks stuck inbetween a lawnmower blade. The pressure from the pulling seemed to have stopped. ''Is the worst over?'' I thought to myself. I must've thought too soon, because as she turned towards us blood poured accross the room like a Jackson Pollick. She mustered up what seemed like a faint squeak saying; ''Help me.''
Right as she finished her sentence we all saw two hands this time emerge from the doorway and grabbed her by both sides of the waist and propelled the woman out of this realm. Ripping her in half from the velocity. We all saw an ominous new world before us through this doorway.
The thing didn't stop there though, it slowly brought back it's bloody hands and opened them up to reveal the entire class. The thing had no face, no nose, no muscles. Yet, just decapitated a grown woman like a pretzel. It's teeth were enormous, it's smile becoming greater with each child it saw before itself with its red glowing eyes.
Cohen and i tried to nope it out of there, but it snapped its fingers and the door locked. ''Bro we're screwed, I don't wanna die in front of you after a scream like that!'' Said Cohen.
We're not gunna die alongside that deadbeat teacher i'll tell you that much, I said. So without saying a word I bolted for the windows and went straight through, like a hollywood movie smashing sugar glass. Cohen ran too but decided to grab the chalk first before jumping awkwardly over the hole i had just made in the window.
As soon as he did i heard another *SNAP*. In an instant the windows had cast iron bars to block the others students off. The glass mustn't have been sugar glass however, because a shard went straight through my calf and I could barely move...
The horrors we saw next as the chalk board opened completely and the Charcoal Man emerged, will haunt us for the rest of our lives. We had never seen a classroom re-painted entirely red in that of thirty seconds.
Readers note; Wrote this story concept five years ago. Have an additional fifty pages if interest spikes.
The Charcoal Man; Part One
Cohen & I were sitting in class whilst Mrs. Knooman picked up a withered piece of chalk we had never seen before. It had what appeared to be a sigil of a red eye on one side and a man without a face on the other. Was scarily eery. But I don't think Mrs. Knooman noticed.
She was a piece of work that woman. A right slag if you ask me. Hates her job, most likely her life too. Pretty sure her partner walked out on her when they couldn't bare her nonsense any longer. Honestly felt somewhat sorry for the broad.
I started bickering with Cohen as Mrs. Knooman turned around, after finishing drawing a circle no wider than a ruler. ''You halfwits need to pipe down before i decide to front a story to social services about how your families beat you.''
As me & the enitre class shrieked at what this woman had just said, the chalk seemed to...Churn, it was almost as if it was dissolving into the chalk board..But the board yet remained. Mrs. Knooman was in such a sudden rage that she hadn't even realised what was happening.
The chalk was gone on the board now, only leaving behind an outline of where the white tracing once was. It looked peculiar though, almost unsymmetrical to the touch. I was definitely right about that too..Because just as I and the entire class had noticed, a hand emerged from where it seemed crooked. The tips of the nails had just been sharpened, they were blacker than the blackest charcoal you could dig from the Earth's soil...And they just kept on seeming to grow.
I was stunned, there's a damned hand coming out the chalkboard. Cohen started screaming like a child. Right as he did, the hand shot out what now seemed like a doorway and opened it's palms to reveal eyes as red as thick flowing blood. Mrs. Knooman stopped yelling and turned to see this handeye looking directly at her.
Part Two Continues-
G-ruesome grime in contagion
I-mplements morbid mystery;
G-risly germs of outbreak
I-nfect the troubled humanity.
S-tealth silence of onerousness
E-mploys the brutal bacteria,
R-abid risk applies ailment,
A-ttacking the crowded area.
J-ust defeat the hazard,
O-n this perilous time;
S-top thecorona crisis,
E-rase the gruesome grime.
Topic: Birthday of Gigi Serajose (June 06)
Mary, Mary, ever so scary
No one your garden does mow
Your plots with flowers so wild
Beneath each plot a dead child
Providing food for every rose
Where those bodies do decompose
Never have you been detected
Nor ever by the police suspected
So your garden continues to grow.
ANGER BEAST
Anger is a crooked path to lead the feet astray,
Thru tangled brush and thorny weeds,
To scratch the skin away.
Anger is a gruesome knife grinding at the heart,
It twists and turns with disregard
'Til pain cannot depart.
Anger is a ruthless foe to tear away a slice,
To break in two who should be one
And turn the heart to ice.
Anger is a beast to fear, in us a thing to hate.
Yet only love and prayer can kill
This cruel and woeful trait.
Copyright 2005, Kathryn Search
G-ruesome
E-pidemic's
R-aging
L-ink
I-mplements
E-eriness
T-o
R-abidly
I-nfect
N-ations
I-n
D-irt's
A-trocious
D-isease
Topic: Birthday of Gerlie Trinidad (June 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-ung
A-ilment
U-ses
R-abid
A-ttack
A-s
G-ruesome
O-utbreak
R-apidly
I-mplements
L-ink's
L-ethal
A-ssault
Topic: Birthday of Sis. Laura Agorilla (May 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
G-ruesome
I-nfection
L-ets
B-rutal
E-pidemic's
R-abid
T-hreat
C-ontagiously
A-ttack
B-y
E-mploying
L-ink's
I-nvisible
Z-one
A-trociously
Topic: Birthday of Gilbert R. Cabeliza (May 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic