Best Scares Poems
Scares of night and what she bares
pensive air floats from here to there
running laps with weighted limbs
pushing past those hated hymns
Waking slow to the inner chatter
what is real and what don't matter
are dreams just that and nothing more
as I'm slamming hard another door
Off, I drift with no domain
a crafty chap who's gone insane
seeking solace or is it inner peace
on life itself, I shall take a lease
An earthly world my fleeting home
for the universe is where I'll roam
taking parts, from hearts, I steal
until one day, mine is revealed
Nothing scares me
My hair
Has seen it all
What Scares Me
I've been here and I've been there
and ain't nothing but one thing anywhere
that makes me scared
at the penitentiary.
Those closing bars would get
wild hollers cause men face a century
and other men with themselves weren't true
The loud noises and sudden fights
and a man taken down with a homemade knife
frighten most through and through
I can sleep next to a freaking murder
and that wouldn't bother me neither too.
Y'see my tears well up and I be trembler
when I get out and I see my 12 year old son -
*this poem was censored by Poetry soup so the word freaking is another word and the coarse language was removed.
You scare me love
Scare me that your to good to be true
Scare me that you dont feel like I do
Scare me that I will fall alone
Scare me that I will wake and you gone
I dont want to be scared anymore
You opened so many of my locked doors
Held me close and kissed me so sweet
I feel it everytime we meet
Your heart beating with mine
Wanting so much more of your time
Your touch so strong
How could it be wrong
Yet I here I stand
Trying my hardest to understand
I know what falling could mean
An it scares me
I have the most tasteful skulls imaginable she said.
I did not think there could be such a thing but kept quiet instead.
They are beautifully done, would look great in a bedroom.
I took her word for it, could barely see them on Zoom.
I have vampire teeth and a cape left over from Dracula too.
Do you want to come by, she asked me? Her face was all blue.
Her teeth had blood dripping, and they gave me a fright.
Not right now, I told her. I have big plans for the night.
it is getting to hot inside this skin
too cramped inside this small box
the one you let me fall down in
my thoughts are contradicting
and you leave me curious and wondering
you warned me not to get attached
and got mad when i was careful
told me you had fallin in love
the question now is when will you break me?
i really did try not to get attached to you
you being the way you are
growing out of your clothes
too soon, they still dragged on the ground
the truth is though i love you too
that scares me
i can only fall into your arms so long
without slipping through them
i can only be careful so much
it wont be long till i stumble over you
it scares me to know you love me
and i love you too
to know i am an open book
and you always carry a lighter
will you catch me on fire?
does that scare you?
because it scares me
Tons of pineapples and mozzarella,
the perfect side for a scary movie;
Pie built out of two handed slices,
my mouth is already watering;
Stuck waiting nearly thirty minutes,
I could have sworn they said fifteen;
Hangrier with every millisecond,
driver jump that three car pile up!
After twenty more the doorbell rang,
delivery guy heard the chilling theme;
He said ‘You’re my last stop wanna hang?’
I replied ‘Sure. Scares are for sharing.’
A new friend? Icing on the cake;
Such is the great pizza mistake.
to not see you when i wake up
or to see you but not as you are
i love you but you didnt have to change
so much it sickens me
you dont have to try to make me jealous
you do your job just fine
but look at yourself in that mirror
this ISNT YOU
Affairs Scares
With women Trump likes having affairs,
Even though about them never cares;
He commits misogyny;
Abnormal psychology;
His attitude about women surely scares.
Jim Horn
My Best Friend
Dear Best Friend,
I would be scared to lose you.
You have been
my best friend
since third grade.
Everyday I do not see you
I get scared
something
happened to you.
xoxo me
A kiss scares me
My shyness dear
Father orange river
Makes me an
Ornament of the ghetto
FRIENDS
Friends are like fruits
We need them for our health and nourishment
We need them at all times.
When a fruit is unripe, its existence only gives hope and curiosity:
Hope that one day it will ripe for our consumption,
Curiosity of how it will taste when it is ripe.
Or is there anything to interrupt the process of growth and ripping?
Never give up your friends,
Put round them ashes from the heathen to scare away the ants
The ants that come along with the infections to rot the fruit before it ripens.
You may need one tomorrow to lean on
When there is loneliness and despair,
Troubles and anxiety, it’s a friend who shoulders your comfort.
It’s a friend who will heal you
From wounds of trouble and scares of disappointments
Through love, care and sharing.
Make a good friend today
And keep to your friend steadfastly and steadily
Before there comes a time you may need one badly.
Sambractia, a tidy blue soothsaying witch with a “hey hey hey”
startled October’s aged north wind as she went about her great day
A whole lot of debris and garbage blew against her in a weird way
which made her familiar cat laugh as he hid down deep in the hay
“Come out of that hole!” Yelled the witch, the cat turned dour and gray.
He knew he might be losing one of his nine lives that fateful Tuesday.
I love it, I hate it. It scares me, it thrills me.
It is magical, mystical, ethereal, and yet….
There is a part of it that is so beyond my grasp
I try to grab onto its robes and it races off without me.
A coven of interesting people, who seem to be in the know.
I am in the not know, but the want-to-know.
I watch with a morbid fascination as scary things happen.
I want to be part of it, I want to be included, I want to be like them.
But do I have it in me? I walk right up to the edge and try to face a demon.
She studies my eyes and laughs, knowing I am not there yet.
But I really want to be….
Should I write a poem about Halloween,
full of psychological horrors and gruesome things?
Like deep romantic wounds getting infected,
herpe kisses or Donald Trump getting elected?
I could lean on shuddery tropes, like haunted houses
or more real world threats, like cutthroat spouses.
I could make you look up scary looking words, like Syncretism.
gasp What caused that creek in the floor?!
Who’s that banging on the door?
Is that blood on that rag?
Is there a body in that bag?
Is that your husband in drag!?
Relax, have fun, chill-out,
Oh, better get a bowl of candy out.
Happy Halloween!
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Songs for this:
Monster Mash by Bobby "Boris" Pickett & The Crypt-Kickers
I Killed You by Tyler, The Creator
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*Merriam Webster: Syncretism: combining different forms of belief