Best Horrors Poems

RUFUS 

Fat boy Rufus takes a rooster to bed 
"It's my natural alarm clock" he said 
He woke late the next morning 
Now Rufus is in mourning 
Cos he rolled over and flattened him dead... 

ARTHUR AND SUE

Two newlyweds Arthur and Sue
Were doing as young...

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Arsenic
Bisphenol-A
Cresol
Defoliants
Ethanol
Formaldehyde
Government collusion
Herbicides
Insecticides
Junk food
Killing us all
Lead
Mercury
Naphthalene
Oil
Pesticides
Quiet destruction
Rodenticides
Styrene butadine
Trichlorothylene
U.S. produced 15 trillion lbs. of chemicals in 2007
Vinyl chloride
Water pollution
Xylene
You might want to read ***
Zero tolerance


*** "Poisoned Profits: The Toxic Assault on Our Children"
         by Philip & Alice Shabecoff...

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hidden not to elicit 
a trifle response
spiteful mordacious
shackled on a horde race

cartridge loiter about the ground 
wizened with years


4/3/2017...

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Witches so surreal
Silhouettes  upon the moon
Flying on broomsticks

Jack-o-lanterns : smile
Through the flames of Hell, inside
Feigning , frightful sighs

Spooky ghost run by
On moonless Halloween nights
I, cower in Fear


Inspired by the POETESS EXTRAORDINAIRE : 
The SWEETHEART of POETRY SOUP ( and me )
Mrs. Linda-Marie's Contest "...

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I did see the buoyant bubbles of bliss
fizzing out of my charming muse's smile.
A bubbly butterfly that she is,
was fluttering and whirling around me with verve.
She was so excited to explore the beauty of nature
and capture some thrilling moments as remembrance
for me to string those...

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THE HORRORS OF A COLD


Having a cold is not good for you
Although it's not as bad as the flu
You ache all over from your head to your toes
While mucus keeps running from your nose

You lay awake night after night
Because your head is stuffed up tight
You...

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The lightning, it was over-bright;
My eyes could not filter the glare...
Dark horrors exposed in the light.
The lightning, it was over-bright-
Hovering in and out of sight-
Too dreadful to be a nightmare!
The lightning, it was over-bright;
My eyes could not filter the glare....

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[Gershon recently likened (tongue in cheek) my line
‘My lunch is you’ to some classic movie lines. This
inspired verse one.
Jan recently described a dental dilemma which inspired
me to add a few more verses.]
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It...

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O' the horrors of war!
Finally a nation free
To vote my leaders democratically

O' the horrors of war!
Rape, torture amidst this people nevermore
No fear of nocturnal knocks upon my door

O' the horrors of war!
The price to eat now seems all together cheap
And the more I earn the...

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Chinua Achebe should write a 
book  
From the grave 
To soothen the hearts of the 
afflicted
the arrow of god is upon us 
Things have indeed fallen 
apart 

Niyi Osundare can en script a 
poem 
Even if he's long gone ghost 
 His bewildered lawn...

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From Moonday to Sinday = A Week of Horrors



On Moonday the orb above turned red,
To awaken the famished dead.
We've beaten them back ever since,
And still, when I bash their skulls, I wince.

Duesday brought the settlement of all our hates
The weaker perished at the gates;
The strong...

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Death calls with open arms
Offering sweet relief from pain
Light hurts, so does sound
Giving, taking, burning, waking
Killing, dying, caring, crying
No more feelings
Why don’t I care?
Who am I?
Don’t speak, find
Walking the earth
Hungry now
Take what I want, they scream and run
It doesn’t satisfy
What am I?
Don’t look. Run
Pain is...

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(NB  The character in this poem does not belong to any country but is generic.)

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The sirens howl.
I can smell the fear
I sow in the city.
My super gun can tear 
Through buildings
Where innocent people 
Lie huddled in despair.
I do not gloat.
My heart is ice. ...

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The beast roams and scavenges
Searching for a carcass to feed upon
Sadly, he is well fed on souls that have no care
Filling his pit of a gut
Licking our wishes from his chops
His stomach rumbles with unsettled dreams
His breath a stench of hopeless rot
“What is this unspeakable...

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I'm shivering, naked, I'm amidst bodies on a cart
All I remember is looking up awaiting the water
Entangled I am seeing grimaced pinked faces
And a solumn looking sky very close to tears

Now discarded, left, sensing a sweet acrid smell
Knowing the await, soon the others and I
Time...

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