Best Lurking Poems
There's a shark lurking in the soup they say
With sharp teeth ready to strike any day
Our pens remain our best weapons
No matter what the shark threatens
We will just write more to send him away
12/27/18
What was that sound?
what was that noise?
There in the dark.
Was that a voice?
That faintly creeping,
encroaching tone.
my feeling tells me,
I'm not alone.
It must be the wind
or the house settling in.
Nothing is there,
there's nothing but air.
I Turn my head and close my eyes
Then here comes, a new surprise.
First a scratching,
then a fall.
Outside my door,
there in the hall.
The sound of something being drug.
I grab my blanket, pull it snug.
Then it's over, but then there's more
So terrifying, the simple creaking of the door.
Did it just open?
No, no, I just need some sleep.
I just won't look,
not one peep.
Almost off to dream
almost clear and free.
Then a raspy voice
with an invitation just for me.
Just go away,
just leave me be.
What do you want?
And why from me?
I'll close my eyes,
I'll try to hide.
The door slams shut.
Has it come inside?
Are those shadows moving?
No, no it went away.
Then four words.
"I'm here to stay."
My chest is pounding,
it knows I'm here.
It knows that I'm aware.
So in floods the fear.
I hear it moving closer.
I feel it's breath upon me.
Starting at my feet,
then working up so slowly.
I feel it's touch.
The fear's too much.
Paralyzed by the chill,
A few words I'm able to spill.
"What do you want?"
"What do you want," I say.
To which it replies
"I just want you,
and I want to play."
Lurking Darkness
Sleep now my love,
you have earned a great rest.
It has been hard on you.
It has been hard on us.
There is still time left.
They gave us days, you already proved them wrong.
You are a warrior, equal… toe to toe with Sparta.
They turned into weeks…and then months.
See, “they”, the white coats know nothing.
Believe me instead. “He” is listening to my words.
I am praying for you! You are my very breath, to his ears…
He misses nothing!
We tried their game of drugs and cuts and happy days.
There were really none. Sickness became the order of things.
Changing our thoughts, and sweeping away the tears…
left us tired, but not without hope.
The very fact that we now swim with the current,
knowing he is carrying us forward,
has provided a depth of peace…
un-achievable by pills and man made cures.
Higher than healing of the heart alone,
It is total and complete.
I am praying for everything.
I am praying for your soul.
Amen.
To be spoken silently
In that unpleasant tumult
Lurking behind the facade
He does not suspect in what wild fear
He'll join with her in a fatal play
Thus he sees his life as
an outrageous fortune
Like thunder shuttering orisons
The demented contempt of a puny mind
Repudiated into self negation
And subjugated himself into an empty shell
Infused into such subjective depositions
That leaves him with no refuge
Lurking in the Darkness
Monsters lurk and wonder everywhere
Footsteps lightly bound
Sneaking here and there
Spirits waits to catch
All sleeping on the clouds
Overhead! Look Up, look down!
Everywhere and everywhere
Shadowy floods and cloudy-looking woods
Bent and battered
So haggard and so woe-begone
Cricket loud chirping shrills from stone to stone
Grasshoppers snapping and clattering
Owls lurking in the darkness
On the cold hill side
With anguish wet mist and fever dew
Hug moon waxing and waning again and again
Shimmering and hung across the sky
It blushes over the world
Come down and go hunting
Form the sprightly circling dance
Unveil your forms to mortal eye
I awoke from sweet slumber and found myself
Here on the cold airy mountainside
With all the sleepy dancers gone
By: Eve Roper 10/20/2015
I sense there's something lurking
Out the corner of my eye
But when I turn to take a look
Away it seems to fly
Maybe I am haunted
By a dream that's all but vanished
Perhaps it's by some buried thought
That refuses to stay banished
Maybe it's a memory
I thought I'd slain at best
Escaping from it's prison bonds
It must be laid to rest
I feel that something's surfaced
Like a ghost it must be chased
Can't keep fearing shadows
My demons must be faced
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)
He returned with peevish looks,
a condescending demeanor,
Vaunting as though his bones were made of rocks
and his sinews of brass,
bottled up acrimony burning from his bowels,
A prideful face, and a visage adorned with rage,
forty years of fury fueled from afar,
none could tame the lion,
cloaked with pretenses and false affiance
resentment buoyed, angst unrelenting.
the bitterest gall wells up like lava,
none could cure the brain malady,
The threath, the venom of a vermin.
Still Lurking,
though kept away by distance.
Another love poem for all you people
This guy's quite the charmer it seems
Could teach the young guys a thing or two
About wooing pretty young things
Don't mean to brag but I'm quite irresistible
When I turn on my masculine charm
Afraid you won't stand a ghost of a chance
To resist would cause you some harm
I'd be forced to resort to Master Plan B
With tactics so charming and sweet
It's actually illegal in some parts of the world
You'll quiver right down to your feet
At the very sight of my muscle bound body
My friends, you'll shudder and swoon
Unfortunately I'll have to reduce my charm
And that would be quite inopportune
Sometimes I can be quite overwhelming
But sweet young things like youse
Have surely been exposed to this stuff before
And can handle it without much ado
So methinks it's best I'll just cool it for now
And go back to my shy persona
Just know there's a Super Hero lurking inside
Set to explode like a supernova
© Jack Ellison 2014
Dementia genes may lurk inside
But since there is no cure,
I wonder what’s the benefit
Of finding out for sure.
Would knowing change the way you live
And spur some foreign travel?
Or would it plunge you to the depths
Where fear makes minds unravel?
Perhaps you’d contact long-lost friends
To help provide support;
Or take up brand-new hobbies
So that pesky plaque you’d thwart.
Quite possibly, you’d join a club
For Alzheimer potentials;
Or start a journal or a blog
Confirming your credentials.
If something’s hiding in my brain
Prepared to drag me low,
My overwhelming wish for now
Is I don’t want to know.
How perfidious is it to hide,
not to be found and be recognized
for the values not revealed
but shamefully being cast aside?
How deplorable is it to renounce existing,
refusing the crown of meekness,
a life of peaceful days, of a lesser complicity
and accept the glory of vanity...
when feelings of betrail resurge, contesting
the perception of loss beyond credibility?
Does one choose loneliness so voraciously sought,
that retreat from a squalid existence that fate brought
to a secluded place that lacks colors and sounds
allowing horrid darkness to descend upon defeats,
blocking out the brilliance and blighting the thoughts
of a mind in search of solitude and self-awareness?
How pathetic us to turn
into a lurking shadow
to conceal the frown of scorn,
the angry look of hurt...
rejecting soothing comfort,
accepting horrid sorrow!
Do all have the same principles of idiocy
and follow a deceiving voice
swerving them from reason...
does it offer delusions that attempt treason?
How strong is their effect on honesty;
how will it coordinate with their choice?
The poem and poet merge on the page
And the cruel pandemic has its presence
Its nature strikes me with dark words of rage
Death teases humankind unpleasantly
Time's essence is so hard to understand
Mighty nature sweeps down on all nations
Disinfect your minds; sanitize your hands
Dare I make a bleak interpretation?
Masks adorn as they do at carnival
Protecting cute noses and speaking mouths
While the earth appears quite rechargeable
And the pandemic makes its way around
One day, the pandemic will go away
Who knows what nature wishes to convey?
Many people are not afraid to go
Back to work because they need to support
Hungry families with cute kids aglow
However, the pandemic risks to thwart
Dreams of those who invested their savings
Hoping to cash in on all of their work
For now people must resist their cravings
As savings disappear and the beast lurks
The weather, sunny as ever today
The countryside was a bright pleasure
Yet, the pandemic continued to play
Groups of nice youths could not get together
Cruel nature seemed different than before
As though it had a point to underscore
A successful man with a beautiful wife,
Three great kids, loves God and his life,
Goes into work every single day,
Loyal to his beliefs and makes an extraordinary pay,
He married real young, did the right thing,
A good looking man, always wearing his wedding ring,
But a woman in the office next door
Has been working late too and is looking to score,
She admires his rarity and is attracted to his charm,
Lately she has been asking for help on her assignments,
what’s the harm?
They have become friends and her luring begins,
This man doesn’t realize she has begun to infringe,
He has opened a door to the wrong kind,
While he's speaking his heart, she’s picking his mind,
Now instead of sharing his tension with his lovely mate,
He can’t wait to get to work and talk to her until late,
His wife can tell there’s been a shift in their communication,
She asks him if everything is alright with a slight hesitation,
But he quickly snaps back that he’s fine and just tired,
This happens all week and fights begin to transpire,
He begins to tell his venomous new pal,
She comforts him sweetly, she’s quite the gal,
Weeks later he comes to work stressed and depressed,
It happens to be the night she is wearing a silky black dress,
After going over a case accompanied with a few glasses of red wine,
Their relationship spirals into whats no longer benign,
In one evening everything this man has worked so hard for,
Vanishes, as his wife shows up with dinner
and opens his office door.
Scary LURKING
Something somewhere there
What it is I don't NO it...
It just be lurking
Shining timelessness
Looking at the light
Sits an entity
Power that’s bestowed
Upon all that see
Love is lurking
Right on the verge
Which does complete
Its full greatness
For myself
Why oh why
Do I see
This love
It’s true
Sure
Russell Sivey
Contest: Love Yourself
Sponsor: Dana'lynn
Edited 6/28/2013