Best Stalking Poems
My cat sat on the window seat
Tail thumping with a rhythmic beat
Like a lioness stalking meat
A bird to eat A bird to eat
Oh, no you don't, my sweet kitty
That raven is much too gritty
You'd be hurt. Oh, what a pity!
You're too pretty You're too pretty
I'll give you a treat, if you wish
With the flavor of tuna fish
I'm certain you'll find it delish
It's in your dish It's in your dish
She ran, making her 'meow' sound
Straight for the kitchen, she was bound
With lightning speed of a greyhound
Her cat food downed Her cat food downed
I found her later, sound asleep
In peaceful dreams, she slept so deep
or she'd have heard the fledgling's "peep"
Of a bird's cheep Of a bird's cheep
August 8, 2022
Simile Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
Monotetra Form
I rummaged through
the ancient ruins
and scoured
the carnage of our times;
I searched the scorching
expanse of the arid deserts,
I peeked into the crevices
of the broken hearts,
and probed the dark realm
of the deranged minds;
I looked in the dead ashes
of the funeral pyre,
I ransacked every nook and
cranny of the cemeteries
And forayed into the desolate
womb of the barren woman --
But did not find death!
I then looked at
the first flush of spring--
The blossoming flowers,
The fluttering butterflies
The humming bees,
The rising robust sun;
And found the hand of death.
I found death in the unyielding
faith of the trusting hearts,
In the ardent prayers
of the desperate souls,
And in the unbridled
passion of the heart;
Even in birth and
in the sprouting seed
I found the omnipresence of death.
yeah, I found death in life!
~'Death Shadow' contest by Justin Bordner
The late morning light glazes the lake,
pierces, with stems and stalks of lily and reed.
Shadows freeze like lashes upon the limpid surface
of still water fracturing the sky-blue to black.
Iris of earthen orb, brush back the unruly screen of vision,
rub the cinders from night's lingering trace,
awake from the mire of silted dream.
Let the wind, your laggard lover,
rise a frolicking and remove each lash
with the gentle touch of fingertip.
It watches it stares
My God it's always there
In the shower, when I read a book
It even gives me dirty looks
NO PRIVACY ALOUD
It moves in malice all about
No hiding, It's there
Even when taking off my underwear
Nowhere to hide, it will not leave
It's moving closer
What could it be?
A confused ex, or an ex friend
I want to be free, IT'S STALKING ME
I can remember when it all began
Ducking behind trees, and the sound of crushing leaves
Sometimes I think it's on my sleeve
It's in my phone, It should go home
Inside my bed, It even crawls inside my head
I want to breathe, I want to scream
I sometimes wonder what it wants from me
I feel its presence, I can smell it's breath
Is as if something crawled from death
I pinch myself when I awake, because I know that this is not my fate
I will not run, I will not hide
I feel this parasite inside
So time has passed, It will not leave,because it holds this jealousy
I want it gone, To feel again
I even feel it when I take a swim
When I rest, It screams at night, I even lose my appetite
Its in my car, under my seats
There's a crazy demon stalking me
When I pray, it lies in wait, just to make me feel its pain, guilt, and low self-esteem
Because I'm not the one it expected me to be
I am Calm, quiet, caring, kind and still
And I refuse to let it steal my will!
I watch you.
Always.
In the quiet spaces between your steps,
in the moments when you think
you’re alone.
I tell myself it’s love,
this hunger that follows you,
this ache that claws at my chest
every time you pull away.
I tell myself
I’m the only one who truly knows you,
the only one who can keep you whole.
You run,
but I’m already there.
You hide,
but I’ve memorized your shadows.
You build walls,
but I find cracks.
Life without you is no life at all.
I’ve convinced myself of that,
over and over,
until it feels like truth,
until the lie becomes my heartbeat.
You don’t see me.
Not really.
You only see the weight of my presence,
the hands you never asked for,
the words you never wanted to hear.
But I’ll make you see.
I’ll make you stay.
Even if you don’t want me.
Even if you run.
Even in death,
we’re bound.
Even in the silence
of your absence,
I will still be here,
pressing my shadow into yours
until you cannot tell
where you end
and I begin.
squinting eyes
as the cat stalks
chill winds blow
On a town near the Murray
He came with a flurry,
When innocent townsfolk walked down the street,
A squawking black and white villain
With evil intentions inside him,
Causing many a good citizen to retreat.
Known as the lament of the locals,
Very good with his vocals,
He'd strut his stuff with those unaware,
For those travelling alone
The magpie would zone,
Especially with folks with no hats looking bare.
Author's note: a magpie bird is well known for dive-bombing people's
heads--especially in the breeding season
Murray: is a well known river separating two states of Australia
She spurs me on
Like a violent wind.
She howls to me in the night
Like a siren.
Her light is red as blood.
My flesh is cold as steel.
Sweet dew is a nectar.
She gathers it with teacups,
Stirs it with a bent finger,
Tastes the life-blood of earth,
Singing silently in her mind.
There is no need for sound.
She reads to me patiently
As to a child.
I listen, and interrupt.
Her voice is as piercing
As a Bene Gesserit.
I tremble with violence.
Tomorrow we may dance together
In the steely dawn.
The shutters are down;
The gowns flow all red and black.
Surely some secret is at hand.
I make my bed by morning.
There is no sleeping there,
Only turning like a storm,
Kicking in the night,
Wanting to seize the force,
The everlasting.
The aperture is open
The glass is clear as day.
I revel in in it .
I soak and darken in my soul
Like a sunspot.
There is no need for singing.
Praise be to almighty Thor
Or whoever carries the club
And hangs a tooth about his neck.
They are one, those restless ones.
They are not meek, nor tidy.
Each day begins with them.
Secretly as a cloud,
Those forms appear,
They evaporate again.
Most useful is their image,
They do not irritate the skin
Or pulverize the mind.
Frankly, it is beyond the pale
What mortals fear and would revere.
Beating a drum might drive away
The awful dream
Or call in reinforcements,
Conjuring a pleading battle cry.
she stalks her prey
a lioness gazes
presumptuously
searching to unveil
an unfound weakness
but the prey
formidable
a weakness
he shows not
being aware
of this stalk
and careful
of each move he makes
but the lioness
is patient up till
the arduous hunt
ends decisively
the prey weakened
lost direction
the lioness glances
she turns away
capture she wants not
Edward J Ebbs
Why yes, I dated Taylor Swift
And no, she didn't write a song on it
I'm not quite sure what that means
Unless it is she still likes me
That might be the explanation why
I catch her out of the corner of my eye
It makes perfect sense now I believe
That Taylor Swift is stalking me
When she found out that I like to rock
She went straight from Country into Pop
Any country bumpkin can plainly see
That Taylor still has eyes for me
When I'm out shopping at the Grocery store
And I catch her sneaking down isle 4
Taylor girl you can't fool me
Your not only here for the Pickled Beets
The other day my car dinged low on fuel
So I pulled in for Petro and to check the oil
You'll never guess who's pumping gas
Do you really even need to ask
And when it is I'm home alone
There's that ring of the late night call
With heavy breathing on the end of the phone
To the tune of Shake It Off
I'm a bit more worried than I am flattered
She seems these days Mad as a Hatter
Who after all this would not believe
That Taylor Swift is stalking me
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Fraud
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Identify theft
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Attempted murders
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Hacker for medical records
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Murder
Murder
Murder
Murder
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Inspirational verses of murder
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Inspirational verse of murder
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Inspirational witch craft
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Inspirational stalking verses
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Inspirational terrorist threats
If I were to write a novel, I hope it would have an introduction similar to this:
Andrea Dietrich's newest and riveting psychological thriller “The Stalking” delves into the psyche of a character whose shy and unassuming nature masks a contrasting deep and unstoppable passion. Jason Mueller is the man smitten by the attractive but aloof Amber Menendez, whom he spies one day at the local gym. From that fateful day, his life and hers will be intertwined in a plot so twisted that not until its climax will the reader begin to fathom what the resolution could possibly be!
Emulating her favorite authors of the horror story genre (Stephen King, Peter Straub, and Dean Koontz), Ms. Dietrich swirls lines of delicious suspense throughout this absorbing tale of self-conflict, deception, and intrigue. You will be mesmerized until the final page's shocking revelation!
written 6/15/14 by Andrea Dietrich
For Judy Konos' "You've Written a Novel" Poetry Contest
Today I saw a little sheep, waiting by the gate
Maybe it had gone astray through some mishap of fate
But strangely it did not appear to want to go away
Perhaps it was the same sheep that I saw there yesterday
If I go out it follows me wherever I might go
It stays a way behind me, but always remains in tow
I don't know what its motives are or what compels the beast
Nor from where it first emerged, from what mad farm released.
At the supermarket checkout, by the door I see it wait
As the cashier quietly asks me 'Is that your sheep out there, mate?'
I deny the sheep is with me, but the sheep gives that a lie
When it turns to follow dog-like, as I sheepishly walk by.
I don't know what I ought to do, I doubt that the police
Will care much for a stalker who has four legs and a fleece
But still it is quite sinister; I feel some kind of threat
But what it is, I don't know, for it hasn't done it yet!
Stalking
I want to write a poem about my friend Tim
He thinks I want to stalk everyone
Ahh my friend
That is so farther from the truth
What is stalking?
Stalking is being obsessed with someone
And won't leave that person alone
It is being consumed in your thoughts
That you don't have any sense of right and wrong
It is being out of control
Full of emotions, pent up anger
It's about being revenged
Whether that makes sense or not in that person's heart
Anyway, in the end someone loses
Either a sense of themselves
Or a sense of real being
Did I touch enough on the subject?
I hope I did
At least enough of telling you not to do it
Don't do it okay?
Not cool
Let your mouse do all the walking
Join a hobby all can share
Click and Like - it's Facebook Stalking
Let them know you're waiting there
There's no need for shady lurking
There's no need to show your face
Easy to pretend you're working
While you stalk through cyberspace
With phone tech the finger fingers
Always near, where e'er they roam
Your hobby on the mobile lingers,
Even on your way back home
In the morning, maybe sleepy
Only takes a min or two
No one's gonna think it creepy
If you comment on what's new
It's a hobby for all ages
All the slim or supersize
Can be active on the pages
Without awkward exercise.
Quick and easy, safe and legal
All can learn the simple trick
Hover like a hunting eagle
See the post, swoop down and 'Click'.