Best Scarry Poems
When I fell in love with you,
I imagined that our love would take place
between your heart and my heart,
Unfortunately, after a while,
I figured out that it would happen
between your mind and your heart
between my mind and my heart
and between your mind and my mind
not between you and me
I think we’d better give it up
as it sounds rather scarry
A hirsute young man named Barry
who's beard and mustache were quite scarry
cut off his hair
when presented a dare
from a woman he wanted to marry!
scarry moments
In the dead of the night he came to my room
I was trying to sleep after finishing my reading
Touched me everywhere with the lust loom
Didn’t you hear? Mom, you in next room sleeping.
Day after day this went on and happiness faded
How couldn’t you know of things what dad did?
He tucking beers, I crying silent tears unaided
Mom, I’m with a child of my own dad indeed.
Hearing her mama went flabbergasted a-reel
Recalling her visit to a doctor with her husband
Whispering to advise her to take sleeping pill
Next day their dead bodies found near river band.
Hey, poets you talk a great deal of poetic justice
Prove me otherwise of my story of the sacrifice.
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June 2, 2014
Form: Sonnet (Contemporary)
Second Place win
Contest: Scary moments by Shadow
**This is based on a real event I have known.
Statatics: 80% of all child abusers are the father, foster father, stepfather or another relative or close family friend of the victim. Studies have found that between 11 and 20 percent of pregnancie inteenagers are a direct result of rape, while about 60 percent of teenage mothers had unwanted sexual experiences preceding their pregnancy
80% of all child abusers are the father, foster father, stepfather or another relative or close family friend of the victim.
I know the Bible says REJOICE
but still I have lost my PEACE
silence has become my loudest SHOUT,
because of the screaming voices within me I couldn't let OUT
fear and anxiety invaded my HEART
while pain and sadness ensnared my MIND
maybe that's why I feel so Lost
cause they all marked me from BEHIND
I don't understand myself ANYMORE
because of what I have been THROUGH
silence has become my new NORMAL
cause my voice has failed to escape my darkest inner ROOM
please don't laugh at me when am silent
cause it wasn't my CHOICE
pain made me shout out the loudest
and since then I have lost my VOICE
yes, I still hear the cries of my soul deep WITHIN
trapped BETWEEN
the horrific walls of heart with scarry emotional ENGRAVINGS
Stop! people for once just listen to ME
Silence is turning me into a beast and am no longer who I used to BE
Lord come to my aid sooner or my chest will BURST
cause pain,sadness, and stress has filled it to the FULLEST
I am indeed helpless,
afraid to look even in the mirror cause it reflects my WORST
now I have finally opened up that when it comes to pretending, am just not the BEST
back then my mouth used to be wide open like the uncovered POT
shouting too much while my peaceful personality began to ROT
But I am now tired of hearing internal CRIES
so I have to go in and make peace with the VOICES
If i was the world,
I would have given the sun
its rays light and
warmth or,
I would have grant you the moon to smile
by darkness
In a Scarry night would have
dressed the sky with stars
The future ,its fantasies could have merge
with dreams seas could have tide love
To the shores of affection
Happiness could have gull and love like a ship could have float in our friendship
Very Scary Toil and Tarry
Trump at times seems so scarry
Much more also may become very
From reality he is always far
From politics we should bar
While we work, toil and tarry.
Jim Horn
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Self belief, I have always had,
Even if it waxed and waned.
Not liking the cold,
It sometimes disappeared underground,
Only reappearing when the daffodils in full
Bloom announced spring was here.
Year by year as I grew older,
It grew bold and strong,
Taking the lead whenever doubt slowed me down.
While I have secretly welcomed the change in it's demeenor
Lately I have come to the scary realisation
That others have been watching it grow.
And now they have started to believe in me too.
It really has come as a bit of a shock,
To find myself in this unfamiliar place,
With what I say and do,
My good and my bad
Influencing others.
But it is too late to turn back now,
I have looked into the eyes of those who have hitched their star
To mine.
It is time to face this new fear,
So as not to let them down.
But now if you will excuse me I think I
Should go and build a glass house,
So I can have daffodils all year round.
It seems that woman need to be something...
Us man...well where do we fit in...
By our self...are we a stock to be looked into...
Like brains...looks...working capital...
How do they...look at us...
After all the love is gone...
You know...the crazy side of hooking up...
Does this have a starting time...
Are the woman under pressure...
Who are we...some trophy hunters dream...
The scarry thing is...what about us left overs...
Where do we fit in...
We're the ones who watch the others...
The ones we wished we were but we're glad we're not...
Don't you worry we're still in the biggest fishing hole...
Waiting our turn to get caught...
Just like a catch and release...
We have our own brand of bait...
What ever that is...
We don't even know...
But the woman think they do...
Don't you...
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calm...
and that poem was title-less because it was just a spaz attack
POOPIE!
sorry... one more spasm...
ok... you can go away now and not waste any more seconds of your life on this excellent poetry!
Half empty bottle,
Half empty ashtray,
Cigarette burning,
Thoughts turning,
TV on,
Crowds, panic,
Someone is running,
Someone is crying.
World seems on fire,
Faces in horror,
Bombs going off,
People with guns,
Faith in ruins,
Life under terror,
World seems so small,
Danger so real,
Another day another way,
To live and to die,
Some have more time,
Others ran out.
At last came the long Lockdown
It is so agonizing for doubtful countdown
I feel we are living in a darkened cage
With the gaze on calendar for counting days.
Like a storm,Corona virus swept the lands
All advised not to shake hands
Shop shut,bank shut,school shut
Do I use mask for virus or mouthshut?
Groceries, All deny to lend
With my kids I find time to spend
Trying to cook smart and yummy
Covid-19 alerts to keep starving tummy
Alas ,The only concern now is the pandemic fear
Thinking what is far and what is near
It is hurting to watch infirmary scene
May we soon come out of this scarry quarantine.
Tripping
down
the
wind
pipe
of
the
ananomy
of
a
snake
that
travels
in
ribbons
and
over
the
rocks
and
branches
and
in
dark
and
scarry
places
that
always
end
in
fertilizer
for
flowers
and
grass.
I have looked death in the face,
did not like what I saw.
Depart from me I told it
not wanting face realete.
God created you, and
God can destroy you I said to it.
It just stood their looking at me
It was not scarry not way people
made it out to be.
He looked like an angel
Death is over come
death is dead
Death is overcome
By Jesus our Lord.
Sugar and Pumpkin are my moms two cute cats.
They love to chase bugs and they love to chase rats.
Indoor cats they have been all their lives..
So the outdoors is scarry but to them it still jives.
Pumpkin's the sweet one and never tries to get out.
But Sugar will hide and watch without a doubt.
And when that door opens, she streaks across the floor.
And then without thinking she runs out the door.
She runs through the yard and goes straight for the fence.
And then she gets scared and doesn't have any sense.
She will come running to the backdoor so fast.
Her escape trips she takes, don't ever last.
Pumpkin will lie on your lap and let you pet her.
She is so loving and you can feel her purr.
Now Sugar's not loving and she's liable to slap.
And never can you get her to sit on your lap.
They both love to run and play chase in the house.
Sugar chases Pumpkin who has the little toy mouse.
They will go hide if a stranger comes in,
and not show themselves again in the den.
But the cutest and sweetest thing that they do.
Is in the evening around eight and it's true.
They will come to mom with very sleepy eyes
She knows it's their bedtime because of their cries.
They will follow her to their own little bathroom
Where she will feed them and tuck them in like a cocoon.
Sneaky scoundrel, so sinister
like your scarry Siamese twin.
Grin result of disobedience
secured by Satan at the tree.
On Abel, you first set your eyes,
from mother earth his blood still cries.
Your thirst for victims knows no end
to Sheol, countless hosts, you send.
Your heart was pleased with Noah’s flood,
you had your fill of human blood.
With wars, famines, and homicide,
from you, doomed mortals cannot hide.
Like a tyrant, you rule with might,
claiming new victims, day, and night.
Soon your reign of terror will end
and the saved of earth will ascend.
When you and Jesus had the clash,
you then knew you had met your match.
When he arose with fists held high,
you knew that one day you will die.
Thanks to God for the victory won
through Jesus Christ His only Son,
that we may live and ever stay
in that fair land of fadeless day.