Best Shriek Poems
Ten-year Randi Clay
Just moved into town -
The town of Fear Street,
Where horror pulls you down.
Enormous, gigantic calendars
She sees, hung on her street
On October 10th is marked
In red - ‘The Birth of Pete.’
She makes new friends at school,
And likewise - enemies too,
Who seemed to keep on saying,
‘Beware – He’ll get you! ’
Whenever asked “Who’s Pete?”
The children turned too pale,
But at last, quite surprisingly,
They began to tell the tale:-
"There was a boy called Pete,
A normal 12 – year old,
Until one day he fell so ill,
And caught a horrid cold.
Alas! One day he died,
And was buried in his grave,
They thought it was the end of Pete,
Grumpy, dull, but brave.
But right from that very year,
Pete gets up on the tenth,
And enters into other kids,
For using up their strength.
It is now an annual tradition
Of playing Hide and Shriek -
Whoever Pete makes ‘IT’
Is the new one from that week.
Randi, the risk for you is
Too real - Heaven forbid.
You’re new to Town Fear Street -
AND PETE DOES LIKE A NEW KID."
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Based off the idea from an R.L Stine book
In the woods no right of way, no right to live, no right to play.
I travel quickly, as dusk is beginning. Woods are thick, on this day.
Wood tick and spider heaven, I walk gingerly, on wet old leaves.
Dog has deserted me, long gone, chasing things she thinks she sees.
The air is thick, the sun is dying. I trip on a twig, I end up crying.
My ankle feels sprained, my knee is quite broke, maybe dying.
The woods are silent, but my hair is on end, something is watching.
I will be devoured, through my tears the woods are blurry blotching.
I scoot my sorry sore body over to a stick, hoping it is not a snake.
Pain shoots through me with every single sad boot step I take.
The dog is probably back at the house gobbling up a fancy steak.
My husband has no boundaries when it comes to our lab, Big Jake.
I inch my way to the steps in the forest, built of railroad ties.
Each laborious step, has me feeling the terror of unseen eyes.
A wolf? A coyote? A predator, of some sort no doubt.
Landing hard on first step I scream, shriek and howl all about.
An answering shriek comes from the forest to my immediate left.
It raises the hair on my arms, and it quite takes my breath.
A woman is being murdered in the trees next to me.
A woman is being raped, and cut up into threes.
Bristles on my arms curl my toes and frighten my face.
Whatever makes that devilish sound, is not of the human race.
I stop and I think and I realize at once, I am clearly beaten.
I sit and I wait for the mountain lion who has probably not eaten.
I hear her
When, in stillness – peace,
She surrounds me with her promises,
Light, mist on the morning, hope
Lifting away all the doubt, the darkness
With a feeling, a soul stirring scream
I hear her
Beating, in rhythm – harmonizing,
She echoes in reflections of sweet joy,
Soft, erasing all the night’s stardust dreams,
Inspiring me to give my best, my heart
To the moments of laughter, the scream
I hear her
Dancing, in tune – waltzing,
Breathing hope through the spirit,
Singing as the leaves whisper, falling
Autumn remembering summer’s hesitation
To hide behind the beautiful, blood curdling scream
I hear her
When, at noon – cloudless skies
Embrace the earth, tempting, satisfying
Reassuring the soul that together with time
We can arrive at our destination, our finish
Pouring out forever in the spirit’s the scream
I hear her
Gifting my heart with light, intense
Feelings so gentle, so giving, so willing
To agree with second thoughts, the secret
Hopes flooding, flowing through the brilliance
A love that agrees, passionate, a scream
I hear her
Like melancholy and memory, singing
The rich, cool alto – then soprano, notes
Pure gold, God’s voice pleading with us all
Nature, forever – endless treasures of hope
Foreseeing the everlasting life, in the wildness of a heart
– the scream, fading into destiny, graceful
Like a peace that can’t be seen or touched
The scream is anxious and floods the hopes
With winds that blow through the oaks
Satisfying the blossoms, the laurels and pines,
Preparing hearts for reality’s chime, the vibrant highs
Determined by the blood curdling scream of sunset’s trembling
Blending with endless feelings…
Blessing away the scream’s repeating over the ridges,
Soundless, yet – still resonating such an ache
Fleeting heartbreak, yearning for the peace that comes
With the dawn, the serenity that takes
Away the scream’s raspy voice, it’s exasperating grating
The scream… it drains the wish from the dreamer
Dodging Hate’s Siren-Shriek
by Odin Roark
He had survived
Six months believed to have made him a man.
Today,
He only wanted his mother.
Today,
Time was running slow,
Slower,
Stopping,
Begging.
Such hopeful beginnings,
Such bestial endings,
Caked fingers bear blood,
Water too precious to remove.
As desert sand’s insistence
Makes mockery of fear’s dry heaves.
Skittering boot prints
Like zigzagging sand pipers,
Short of food,
Wary of enemies,
Making patterns so plain,
This prophetic hide and seek death dance.
Today…
Seems right—today.
Months of sand storms and fire,
Left but sun baked flotsam,
Mixed decomposing bodies of friend and foe,
Their survival charges piled high,
Making but for stumbling of boots
Across rotted bodies and limbs,
Even flies and rats now ignore.
With fingers blood-welded to weapon,
He lay down among the carnage,
Eager to know the peace,
The quiet,
The involuntary resolve,
Just for a moment,
Or two,
Just until the siren-shriek
Of an incoming missile's presence...
Just until it finds him and stops.
Not much to ask.
Not much
If anyone…
Anything…
Is listening.
In the old house a creak
We went in for a peek
The floor boards all squeak
A ghostly shriek
Makes my knees go weak
My futures looking bleak
I'm on a loosing streak
Please! no more hide and seek.
Name : Nick Bagnall
Contest : A Creepy, Scary Haunted House Poem, Please
7th place
My mouth is weak in gape
That night my eyes in gawp
The night of war in memory
Horrendous ISIS brought Paris.
Horror! The world in anguish
Bataclan Theatre in despair
Before Eiffel shrieked in anguish
The dead, maimed, the innocents
The glints of Eiffel now in glitch
Begrimed! 13th of eleventh month
As bodies in bags she sees
But cry not further, Eiffel
Borders shall be in open
Eiffel shall tower and smile
Bow not shall we to them
Cowards, men in dark visitations
My blood freezes as their high- pitched
vile shriek echoes from the close by forest.
Every now and then I get a glimpse,
as if they roam in my house, watching over me.
At mid-night, very often;
They shake my bed roughly,
I sense as if someone is running down the hall way,
I hear someone, clawing on the glass windows.
Doors open and close by themselves
Creepy giggles from the closet
makes my mind numb.
They are very headstrong, evil spirits;
They want to abduct my soul
after putting me to sleep forever.
But now making myself strong;
I have decided to teach all devils
a good lesson with the help of Christ.
Date - 1st June 2016
I heard a prattling rattling battling noise
In my children’s room, in the midst of their toys
Slurp and Shriek
Dancing deep
A battling ram came out and gave me a peek
Was that a battling ram? I asked my imaginary friend.
She threw flowers on me and refused to bend.
Dived into the toys
Making even more noise
I had to drag her out when she began to shriek.
What are you doing in there? Yelled the only adult in the house.
I figured it was my husband not a big mouse.
I saved myself
By parking my butt on a shelf
Pretending to be a doll, wearing my very best blouse
The slurps and the shrieks went on for awhile
Imaginary Sally and I had started to smile
Husband came in and took a peek
But ran out again when he heard a shriek
Written: March 14th, 2020
Contest: A Rattling Rhyme 2
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
They say that walls have ears to hear
But not a mouth to speak
Though it's mostly for the good, I fear
For if I did, I'd shriek
Permit me to introduce myself
I'm a doctor's office wall
My length and width are twelve by nine
I'm round 'bout eight feet tall
My eyes are on the doctors
As they step into my room
What I see oft-times sicken me
While some patients it may doom
So many of these doctors
just do not wash their hands
Yet without a mouth I cannot shout
~ or softly reprimand
SHRIEK
As Edvard Munsch walked with friends
Across the bridge spanning Oslofjord
His sister’s situation struck a chord
Admitted to the lunatic asylum nearby
He saw the blood red colour of the sky
Nacreous clouds now hovering lower
Perhaps it was a symptom of Krakatoa
That famous volcanic eruption of late
And had an impact on his mental state
A strange overwhelming sense of dread
But inspiration for an impressionist work
A Peruvian mummy was a regular quirk
And featured, as the scream never ends
Profile picture painted to please Jennifer Lopez
Smiles for miles to the dynamite of Taio Cruz
Sights, heights and flights into serene skies
Bereft of dour dues, hostile hues, cantankerous queues and bludgeon blues.
Laughter in a merry matter to flatter Nicky Minaj
No grenade on a serenade to degrade a flight to Bruno Mars
Urge age to assuage a morose message
Conveyed in hearts perambulating in rickshaws and cars.
African Queen croons tender tunes for Two Baba
Heartbeats, sweets and tweets when love takes over David Guetta and Kelly Rowland
While for miles piles of styles revile rattle sabre
As Cupid cousins celebrate in a style grand in a gregarious gland.
Ouch! Message hits bull’s eye with a cry…No more Cleopatra, Romeo and Juliet
Venomous viper vanquishes vaunted friendship
Torrents of tears dent Eden events. No more merriment to fete
Julie stolen in July, Julie flown Heavenwards in a shrouded ship.
A whispered shhh hung in the air
Tall grass rustled nearby
A slight sniffy, snorty snout sound
Preceded the crinkly crunch of dry grass
Sweat slithered across my brow
A large head appeared
Violently shaking
Hanging jowls jousting
Saliva arcing aimlessly
A growl ruffling the air
We ran
Screams scurrying ahead
Saliva spewing demon behind
Fear fueled our flight
Her hand thinly slipping from mine
She fell
The demon approached
We heard her
Breathlessly shriek
“DAD
….CALL THE DOG”
Arising before the dawn,
to meet the earth,
your honeymoon was over with innocent.
You start becoming extinct,
with stained excuses. Naked as a belief.
There was no contradiction.
An imitation will take over,
for the surreal tomb.
A gift of rain will fill the bowl
left for Buddha, who was still sleeping
with eyes half-open.
A sage grouse begins the mating dance.
Can you speak for the scars ? They
promised to remain mute.
Satish Verma
It was time to come in from the cold
I am no longer young, I am old
My legs long and hairy
They creak when I walk
Once the talk of the town
But they now let me down
So I hide in the corner and nod off to sleep
When all of a sudden I hear a loud shriek
What’s all that commotion
Well I don’t have a notion
Through sleepy blue eyes
I take a quick peep
There’s a man with a broom head
Getting too close for comfort
His face is so red, such a gigantic head
With the broom head he pokes
so I freeze and play dead
Then he turns to the Shriek and scratches his head
So deciding to move to a place more discreet
But confused lose my sense of direction
My legs they collapse I am feeling quite weak
Running over her legs
Running over her feet
I panic running over the Shriek
Consumed with fright she went out like a light
As she crashed to the floor in a heap
I was so out of breath
for she’d crushed me to death
So beware all Arachnids
steer clear of the Shriek...
Written 26th November 2018
Contest Strand Choice O
Sponsor Brian Strand
1st Place
As men pledge allegiance to their demons,
seagulls shriek louder to warn God;
these creatures only have feathers
for clothes and don't feel a bit of cold!
How sullen the skies would be
without the presence of seagulls:
no shrieks, no flapping of wings...
and the saddest would be me!
I can walk to the breezy shore,
pick up a few broken seashells
ignored by those vagrants without lore...
as their rags are washed away by waves!
On these bright afternoons of stillness,
I go as far as the solitary beach allows;
I hear surfs crashing on low dunes...
only this wanderer stops and ponders!
As men pledge allegiance to their demons
and add more pride to their vanity,
seagulls shriek louder to warn God...
that what they are doing is absolute insanity:
launching space crafts and ignoring the needy!