Best Scarier Poems
If the unbearable lightness of being has pushed you to the brink of catastrophic meltdown,
walk to the edge of our flat two-dimensional existence
and take a leap of faith...
You may drift through space for quite some time
eyeing the stars, the planets, the galaxies
that make up the great and boring universe beyond.
Eventually you'll come across darker, scarier territory,
unseen with the naked eye
yet comprising 95% of all matter,
and all that matters,
otherwise known as the unconscious.
Some day you'll feel safer in the void,
more secure,
at peace.
With not one mirror in sight to reflect your self concept,
everything and nothing make perfect sense here,
for they are one and the same.
You are the only observer
of man's true final frontier
and his one and only mystery.
The boogeyman has never bothered me.
I shut my eyes at night to go to sleep..
If he should be about, he’s let me be!
No monsters in my closet do I keep!
I know some witches, but they have no broom.
They look like anybody on the street.
A few have bothered me, but they don’t loom
As threats to me, and sometimes they act sweet.
I keep my distance from them when I can.
Another kind of monster I can see
Seems not a threat to woman or to man.
Those zombies mainly scare us on TV!
In haunted places folks are seeing ghosts,
And mediums are speaking with the dead.
A demon would be scarier than most!
Imagine wrestling those jerks in your head!
I cannot think of any monster I
Can claim as mine; I guess symbolically
are some I know that make me want to cry!
One brings along with him anxiety.
He whispers in my ear when times are tough,
But I’ve no fear he’ll make me ache or bleed.
He laughs at me when I don’t have enough
Of time or money that I think I need.
Another monster carries with him pain.
Sometimes he visits me out of the blue,
And though invisible, he is so grim
He makes me feel there’s nothing I can do.
I cannot shake him off when pain is great.
Sometimes strong aspirins can make him go,
But other times, I have to wait and wait
To see him leave; oh, my, he can be slow!
One monster I have known most of my life.
His name is Melancholy. Sometimes fear
Accompanies him when he comes with strife.
I feel his presence more each passing year.
So zombies, witches, ghosts and boogiemen
Might be out in the world, for all I know,
But monsters I deplore come to me when
I let hope falter. Then my monsters grow!
I was sleeping and dreaming, silently screaming, while violently weeping And mildly feeling that I was honestly grieving I was quitely greeting my anxiety's breathing It was wildy eating at who I was... I could see through the mirrior he was frustrated Feeling devestated, felt isolated, feeled truly aggravated Did I mention the love and hatred upon his eyes Or even the soul teared through a genocide A gemini inside, but set aside he felt terrified But through the lies disguised in your mind He was ultimately petrified...It was you that was scarier then ever, even his barrier Now I'm flying high like a harrier, with you i'm more marrier Was it scary cause of your terror, or your character? See I truly miss you miss, you're a beautiful beautious Broken and brutal, but with you I see what beauty is I love it, cause you're so humorous, is it obvious? I'm operating this auto race Just for you, I'd be dominating...I'd be going pedal to the metal, just till it's settled I just want to win a medal, I'm feeling kind of dreadful I've even beaten my only devil, going crazy, am I mental? Nah, it's where I extract scratched tangets and you stare vast in past pamphlets And you have no answers for your last math's classes, within exams I see you vanishing You close your eyes and drift in planets'n'canvases, and you crash in crafted canyons That clash with granite and imagitive paniced bandits with a habit that granted An attached handprint that reflected my poetic languages They call us anguished animals, but I pass on my damages, on through these messages See I may look different with my clothes that are charred and almost carved off I'm scorching like dark hearts, and warped like barked bronze Can you see I was meant for journalling? I'll be discerning them, as they see me surfacing I'll just be surging in, and it's you that i'd prefer to bring even out of all these earth-a-lings I hope it's permenant, you showed me what my purpose is, I needed the encouragement It was a form of your subtle perfectness, is it courteous that you bring me nervousness? Right now, you got me prouder then, all my extended ends, it's pride from you that i'm conjuring in.... Your loves got me flying high in your turbulence, it's a superb inherent gift, I don't think I could picture it, It has me feeling one with the churches and all my burning urges end...
As I sat in my room on a stormy night,
something startled me with such a fright!
Through a crack in the door of my private domain,
came a screech as high-pitched as brakes on a train.
I caught a glimpse of a reflection in my closet door mirror,
I saw it approaching as my spine tingled with fear!
My mind started to race...
WHO or WHAT has invaded my space?
In the reflection I dare to see-
a clump of hair like the hive of a bee.
Then, oh no, nails...
followed by scales!
Footsteps were approaching as I let out a scream,
I wanted to run, hoping it was all a dream.
My door creaked open, I chewed my nails down to stubs.
Fingers wrapped around the edge of my door like wriggling grubs!
The door flew open, and who should appear...?
My SISTER in a Hannah Montana costume, headphone in ear.
With her puffy blind wig, pointed heels and gloved hands,
I don't know what's scarier- a monster or a Hannah Montana fan.
Doing crazy things
doesn't make an individual insane,
it adds spice to life;
I did lots of harmless, foolish things
to bring my classmates out of depression
and make them laugh heartily.
Eric was the weirdest kid
in our English class,
he was depressed a lot
and kept to himself,
and with his morbid looks,
one couldn't help feeling sorry for him;
I had a plan to snap him out of it.
That gloomy Monday morning
our teacher, Mrs. Armstrong,
was reading from Shakespeare's play,
" Hamlet " making us feel his madness,
how he planned to commit murder...
goose bumps appeared on everybody's skin!
Eric started to shake as if he were coming for him.
I looked at him at him and said,
" What's the matter? Eric, you don't like the play? "
" No," he answered in a sarcastic way...
" Blood makes me faint! "
" Look, Hamlet is thinking of murder,
and hasn't killed anyone yet, but wait...it gets scarier
when he freaks out and does it! "
Eric stared at me and trembling murmured,
" What do you mean by that? "
" Buddy, since you are afraid of blood,
you shouldn't be in this class,
and if you feel like vomiting , go to the rest room! "
As a lighting flashing, Eric with encroached hands on his belly,
ran out of the class room without saying anything.
" Where are you going Eric ? " Mrs Armstrong asked.
But Eric kept going, giving her a sickly look.
" I will expel you from my English class! "
She exclaimed with a maddening gaze.
" Excuse him, Mrs Armstrong...he's not feeling well,
he drank half gallon of spoiled milk and he needs to vomit! "
I screamed back with soaring anger.
Everyone started to laugh and induced vomiting.
"Not here! Not here! Everybody leave!" she yelled
with exaggerated commotion by dropping her book
on her coffee cup...Ah! It splashed by turning her white face black!
" Run, everybody, run...she's another crazy Hamlet! "
And jumping up for joy, I was happy to have made everyone laugh!
Contrary to the popular consensus
Poets in general are very well grounded, well adjusted
As opposed to the general population
It's the average Joe or Jillian out there that are in question
It's really not their fault, it's due to the state of the world
The constant bombardment of negative news
That we constantly receive daily
Negatively affects us year after year, decade after decade
It never gets any better... in fact it's worse AND scarier
But I've said it before and here I say it again
Rise above it and carry on in spite of all the negativity
In my experience, it's really the only way to survive
I seem to be harping on this theme a lot lately
But in reality, I'm just trying to give you the benefit of my 79 years
And what I've found has helped me get through
Really I'm no great stinker... uh, thinker
Just passing along what I've learned!
© Jack Ellison 2014
You say you're not afraid
Of Were-wolves and the like
Or those blood-sucking Vamps
That fly around at night
No creature from the crypt
Could make you run and hide
And no pack of dead dog zombies
Could make you stay inside
Monsters sure know better
To stay out of your way
And if they don't, they know
That they will have to pay
You say you are the reason
That ghosts are pale and white
And ghouls and goblins only dare
To come out late at night
Now, I've known you just a few years
And I'll confess it's true
I've never met a person
More scarier than you
I remember the very day
I was most, feared, for my life
When I signed those legal papers
That made you my X-wife
JTCurtis Oct 2014
Love is stranger with a stranger
Without a partner it is dangerous
With someone in the dark
Imagination wonders are you there
Feeling around there are no walls or floors
No one found about the house might seem bizarre
But what if you were not there
That would be scarier
Partner-less sex is hard work
Without a bed it is ridiculous
I was awakened by the sounds of clatters and thumps
as a whoosh of breeze made my window blinds thud.
I rose with a groan and felt the rise of goose bumps
on my skin. Frigid morning air was chilling my blood.
Far in the distance was the boom of thunder's roar.
No cockle-doodle-do would I hear at break of dawn,
for the wise rooster knew rains would soon begin to pour.
There'd be no more sleep for me as I stifled a yawn.
I shuffled to the kitchen as the wind began to howl.
While coffee was brewing, my new pup started to bark.
I whispered, "Alright, boy. It's just the hoot of an owl."
Creaks and clangs always sound scarier when it's dark.
A tempest wind rattled my windows with a loud clatter.
The rumble of more thunder caused my heart to flutter.
Rain splashed against the panes with a resonant splatter,
and then I heard "WHAM BAM," and off flew my shutter.
I hushed my dog when he began to whimper and whine
and decided to build a fire, all the while humming a tune.
Finally, he relaxed when the rain stopped, just before nine.
We slept until noon, after enduring that dreadful monsoon.
July 18th, 2022
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Breathing underwater
Deep in the arctic
Yet my skin grows hotter
Bench pressing the weight
Of the world without a spotter
No creature is scarier
Than the human monster
Been told to go kill myself
By my own loving father
Hated and despised
By my own blood brother
Now you know why I'm
Too much of a renegade to act proper
Razor blades and grenades
Underneath my pillow covers
Can't wait for tomorrow
And see what I'll discover
Nightmare are dreadful things
They creep into subconscious minds
And tear at sanity's fragile strings
Turning our thoughts to things unkind
I was a teacher of children small
And loved the years I spent with them
But soon after leaving I recall
That nightmares started my mind to brim
The sweet ones eyes began to glow
Within my fevered brain so fraught
Red demon light seemed to flow
From every eye that I had taught
Then even stranger thoughts assailed
As each child grew in size
It seemed to me their fingernails
Upon my body sought a prize
They gouged my eyes and ripped my skin
I could not seem to escape
Although I tried to stop the din
Alas it was too late
Another time a stranger dream
Came to me late one night
It was scarier than any dream had seemed
It caused me sinister fright
I was in my old frame school
Twenty-five students joined me there
But one small boy had broken a rule
And slipped a gun in without a care
We teachers never checked the hooks
Where all the schoolbags were sorted
They must be filled with pencils and books
No weapons had ever been reported
But in this dream, he took us all hostage
Then brandished the gun about
He placed in front of us a blockage
So no one could get out
With all my heart I entreated him
To let one small child go
It seemed that even the room went dim
As he looked at us row by row
At last he motioned with hands spread
That I should walk one child
Out the door and down the hall
Outside where parents were reconciled
So one by one I went with each
Dear student held that day
Until they all had safely reached
And end to their dismay
Then S.W.A.T. moved right in sync
And whisked that bad boy away
I never knew what to think
Because suddenly I was awake
I jumped up from my bed undone
And ran frightened with a scream
I grabbed a phone to cal 911
Before I realized it was only a dream
Nightmares can be ever so real
They'll make you do strange and eerie things
Nightmares always come my dreams to steal
I wish they would all take wings
This world is ours
If we put our heads together thats cleverer
The Media pins the masses down like wrestlers
Biased to the westerner
Showing of the worst of Africa
Reporting Ebola to Malaria
But missing out the beauty
with intentional duty
Recording wars and mass hysteria
They show the poor with bowls on the floor beggin like Oliver
Like they are unlucky
BBC stands for Blacks Built this Country
ITV stands for I Try Very hard to keep propaganda out of my yard
Scaring us because
To them a revolution would be scarier
They want our melting pot to boil over
Putting us in the middle like Moldova
Controlling tax paying dogs
Different breeds of terrier
Groundhog day, CD skips, Playback Error
Same phrase everyday 'War On Terror'
They want to fight a word
They must think i'm dumber than i am
They have transparency in their NWO plans
Young Ukrainians dying by Russian hands
The Kremlin is too deep into the elitist pockets
Who are we to understand?
What reasons ring true for invading neighbouring lands
All we see is the devastation of the bombs after they land
War all over our world
I don't need a revelation verse to see
Your better with a Holy book than TOWIE on the TV
Move Teflon minded take nothing literally
Believe half of what you hear... none of what you see
They fly bombs over seas for war creates a sea of cash that we never see
Billions of dead bodies floating in the sea from past War
Through the eyes of the World i see misery
As the media work for the Elite
And graciously **** you and me
Kirk Jones
Spooky the tuff Little Ghost liked to BOO,
Knew he was scarier than scary that’s true,
Enjoyed scaring people out of their wits,
Often did he do this, used to go on a blitz
Letting them think he was a bat out of hell,
Oh, come on, that’s why his comics sold so well.
Wore his black little doiby hat, looked so debonair,
His freckles gave him a look of attitude and flair.
Being from Brooklyn his accent was dissimilar,
So, his Derby hat he pronounced doiby,
And his girlfriend Pearl he called Poil.
But Spooky wasn’t all that bad like, ‘The Ghostly trio,’
He was a bit cocky though and did have an ego.
Poil pleaded with him not to scare
People, she had vivid red hair
And in it wore a black bow ooh la, la
She was pretty, other ghosts flirted with her, aha.
As for Casper the Friendly Ghost, he and
Spooky were cousins, Spooky constantly teased
His cousin that he was Mr nice guy to everyone
But Casper enjoyed making friends, a whole ton.
He was visible to humans but for them was still a ghost.
Casper leaves his uncles the ghostly trio who were morose,
And the cute ghost-child goes out into the world
To find friends, but be it animal or human he meets,
They all scream A GHOST, and run away, Casper
Was distraught and tried to commit suicide, not realizing
He was already dead, then quite amazingly,
Meets two children who take him to their mum,
Who reacts with fear, but then welcomes him to their home.
Mom sends the three to school with a kiss the next day,
Casper was as happy as a lark, and what more can I say,
He now looks like his friends, dressed and clothed
Like a human child – Casper this personable
Ghost was ecstatic,
His translucence accepted and no longer feared,
Casper to the whole world has become a cartoon
Character so endeared.
Information from internet Harvey Comics Database Wiki
I was running so hard my feet were nearly raw!
This was worse than the time I ate a rusty thing of coleslaw
I started to stumble back
Man I really need a big mac
I tumbled over right on a bee
Out of everyone that could get stung it had to be me!
I laid there in pain
I old guy seen me and started to beat me with a cane
That sucker really must've had a bad day!
As he walked away I wanted to do something but I didn't know what to say
I finally got up and started to run
I swear this isn't fun!
Then I stepped on a rock
I fell what looked like a fishing dock
It turned out to be a cat
With a purple hat
Man I’m so hallucinating right now!
It must've been that medicine I took that was supposed to be for my mom's cow
My mom’s pretty mean
One time she hit me with her car, I wish you could've seen
There's nothing scarier than her!
Then i woke up, man these dreams keep getting weirder and weirder
Creaking floorboards, banging doors
Moans and grunts fill the air.
The atmosphere seems heavy and thick
suffocating everything as it swirls.
Lunging shadows that chase after you
as you slip terrified through the trees.
Rustling sounds in the undergrowth
have you whirling round to nothing.
They take on new meaning in the
dark of the night made scarier
by ourselves and our fear of what
lurks where we can not see. "The Darkness".