Best Horrid Poems
No matter how fast one treks toward their future.
Their past always has an open invitation into their present!
Making sense of a horrid smell
I want to let off a loud yell
Cause its very bad
Her foot, just a tad
Stepped into the dog’s poop, oh well
Russell Sivey
About Fear
Fear is a horrid emotion that makes one attentive at once,
whilst shocking the heart to beat hard—fast and faster!
It causes an ill-feeling and a sense of terrible foreboding,
which can instantly provoke some unintended responses.
Fear has its own unique spirit that can paralyze us cold,
whilst clouding our judgment and inciting a raw rage.
It has that lurking quality in the shadows of the mind,
that can spark moments of terror and abject uncertainty.
Fear possesses a ghastly aura that shows no mercy and
can engulf and literally devour the depths of one’s soul.
The only solution, if indeed there is one, is to resist fear’s
evil to the uttermost before your soul is destroyed forever!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 28, 2018 (Couplet)
Lyrical post, written to the tune of Don McClean's 'Vincent.' (aka 'Starry, Starry Night)
Horrid, Horrid night
Trick or Treating filled with dread
Fending off the living dead
Chased by monsters out to steal my soul
Shadows on the street
A haunting ghost that has no feet
I hear the sound of my heartbeat
Someplace to hide was the task at hand
Now I understand
What you want to do to me
That's why I'm struggling for my sanity
Please don't eat me! I have to flee!
He cannot hear because he has no ears
That multiplies my fears
Horrid, Horrid night
Vampire bats and flying witches
Frankenstein's bloody stitches
Zombies, ghouls and spells cast with voodoo
Oh, what should I do?
Surrounded by all these freaks
Black cats screech and goblin shrieks
This creepy holiday should be banned
Now I understand
what they want to do to me
That's why I'm struggling for my sanity
"Go away! You're all so beastly!"
But they would not listen. Still on the prowl
I hear a werewolf howl.
Full moon is in eclipse
I cry with trembling lips
It seems no hope is left in sight
On this horrid, horrid night
I ran for my life, as cowards always do
Escape was what I had in mind
Halloween isn't meant for me
On a witch's broom I flew
Horrid, horrid night
When wicked ones have convened
Evil demons and the fiend
Whose diabolic eyes I can't forget
It was a night filled with regret
cast in the fiery depths of hell
Had I been bewitched by a spell
and left to die in the devil's pit below
Now I think I know
What they tried to say to me
And why I struggled for my sanity
Why they finally set me free
Clock chimes at midnight, were striking on the hour
Expelled was their power
I study the glass
The troubling sight
But can’t see past
The horrid fright
The soul I see
Is not my own
It couldn’t be
This isn’t home
I count the lines
Brow to chin
Afraid to find
Who dwells within
Deep down I know
I’m losing touch
We change and grow
I know this much
But when it’s time
For your descend
You won’t feel fine
But might pretend
-Horrid Sins-
YOU!!!
Your sins are Horrid
So horrid
Talk to The Dark Sun
He’ll fix your horrid sins
They’re so horrid
Your sins are so horrid
Like a wingless bird flying in the dark sky
Your sins are so horrid
Like a fish swimming in an acid lake
Your sins are so horrid
Like a pot water that’s NOT BOILING
YOUR SINS ARE SO HORRID
You need to fix this
The Dark Sun will help
He’s the God O’ Dystopia
He’ll fix your sins
He caused the day to turn night
He blocked the sun
You fix your sins
Or you join the world
OF DYSTOPIA!!!
All because of your horrid sins
Beneath the shallow sea,
something rests on the wet
sands, waiting to be discovered
Yes, yes, a horrid skull it is,
with its jaws wide open,
revealing fangs that can only befit
a vampire
Questions haunt my conscience
of whether it's a pirate vampire
or a mermaid vampire.......
Lonely the skull rests on the sea floor,
waiting to open a creepy door
that might frighten the mermaids and fish away
Date: 08/08/2014
Love sick is a horrid hang-up,
to know that no one with call you,
or no one cares for you not one living thing;
Not even a snail moving slowly in a gutter,
or a snake slithering in desert sand pools,
not even that one beautiful girl with diamond eyes;
not one will ever come and just talk.
I hear the birds talking back and forth to each other,
five in the morning in the cool dawn morning;
I think they talk of me- (who is that brown-eyed boy,
-who cries such tears of sorrow-)
I don't think that though- they must be talking of the morning sunrise.
They might not even know that I'm down here thinking of them up there-
-or do they?)
.2.23.2014.
She is one that hurts
For she was one that was made
Fun of during this
Time of the year, Halloween
Was not kind to her, she hurts
A witch she’s just not
Nor is she a Frankenstein
She is not a bat
Nor a skeleton is she
She doesn’t fit in right now
Though all the other
Days of the year, she’s a freak
Different person
Nature has played a cruel joke
And she hurts from within her
So on the day at
Which she could fit in the most
She abhors with pain
For it just reminds her of
Her ailment, the horrid truth
Russell Sivey
Listen to my heartbeat sounds
As my soul travels inside
I scream at its horrid path
Death would swiftly come
Russell Sivey
Seeping into depression
Taking a look at life
Searching for those who love me
But ending in strife
Sulking around this world
Having nothing to hide
Covering it with a fake smile
And by it, you abide
Leaving me alone
You smile, nod, and walk away
Leaving me to think about
This horrid, depressing day
This dark, sad, depressing day
Nothing to give me a real smile
Doesn't anyone really know that, to me,
This state of mind makes a person fragile?
The answers to my questions
I can't seem to find
But that's what happens
When you're in a depressed state of mind
The love you once expressed
I don't see anymore
Because I keep thinking stupid things
And it makes the mind weak and sore
Maybe the smile upon your face
Can take my pain away
But it won't stop me from thinking
About this horrid, depressing day
Seeping into depression
My mind takes out the good
Only leaving in the bad
Making me see what the mind thinks it should
I'm seeping into depression
And taking a look at life
Searching for those who love me
But ending in strife
HORRID HARMONY
She’s a horrible lady who does horrible things
But man, the lithe little lady sings
She’ll bend a note while you lend an ear
And her falsetto is something you really must hear
She’s an insolent woman with wicked ways
She wants to be worshipped but never prays
Yet she makes every song seem a lullaby
Until her finale begins to make you cry
The refrain didn’t cause too much pain
But on her sheet music there’s an indelible stain
She’ll sing a love song and make you think it’s especially for you
But men will attest to the fact that she sang it to more than few
It’s not so much in her isolating eyes
It’s not so much that she’s so very wise
It’s not so much a future of her dalliances and flings
Because I’m telling you there’s no escaping her once the horrid lady sings
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
HORRID HARMONY
She’s a horrible lady who does horrible things
But man, the lady sings
She’ll bend a note while you lend an ear
And her falsetto is something you really must hear
She’s an insolent woman with wicked ways
She wants to be worshipped but never prays
Yet she makes every song seem a lullaby
Until her finale begins to make you cry
The refrain didn’t cause too much pain
But on her sheet music there’s an indelible stain
She’ll sing a love song and make you think it’s especially for you
But I know men who’ll attest to the fact that she sang it to more than a few
It’s not so much in her isolating eyes
It’s not so much that she’s so very wise
It’s not so much a future of her dalliances and flings
Because I’m telling you men there’s no escaping her once the horrid lady sings
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
In advance I thank the three people who read this for having done so
Even as wind, horrid whistling
Met with, leaves us then
Shivering for, hours later
As affrighted men
So does a torment, traced from down
Some hall, historical
Produce numbness. Only Time-blown.
If out of recall.
In the night desires
Next to the fireplace I sit
Looking at the fright
Items designed to bring fear
To instill them in my heart
The witches on top
Of the black enhanced mantel
Seem to stare at me
Black hats with purple ribbon
And the witch’s red ruby shoes
This brings fear to me
A horrid touch, scary fright
The witch’s harmful eyes
Burning brightly inside me
Causes me to falter and cry
Russell Sivey