Best Terrifying Poems
Original limerick written by Jan Allison
A petite ballerina named Tina
Seemed serene but she couldn’t be meaner
When she got in the sack
She was on the attack
At the size and the shape of his ‘wiener’
Her suitors would then try to dodge her
After insults on their little todger
But listen up guys
I have a surprise
She’s transgender and she was once Rodger!
Continuation poem written by Sonny Roper
Tina wanted a special honeymoon night
She wanted everything to be just right
Into his drink she slipped two little blue pills
It was to enhance their midnight thrills
Into the bed she jumped with her stud
But the night suddenly turn into a dud
Fred was in the land of dreams! As a joke it seems
Someone had slipped Novocain into her Vaseline!
Original Limerick by Jan Allison - the story of Tina continued by Sonny Roper
25th March 2016
Faces of Terrifying Demons
Some look into the Demon dark
And are engulfed
Crushed and torn apart
These poor souls
Descend to the narcotic escapes
Or turn to face the world
In return
With violence, anger and hate
Or fall at last
In the suicidal ends of life
Some prefer never to look
At all
Into the blank black stare
Of their mirror
They remain willingly
Oblivious to the monsters
Of the past
They reflect dumb
Silent hearts
Shrouded in casual attachments
Some know the faces
Of the ugly experience
And embrace it
Suckered into the apparent meaning
Of living on the edge
Of self torture
Predisposed they become
To feeding the evil
Once done to them
Lost souls they become
And some
Walk with trembling fear
Walk right into the deeper
Black scared shadow
They search the creepy threat
Of their night
Though sickened by the sight
In the memories
Of what had been done
With faltering and unsure steps
They shiver
Barraged by a choking terror
Though cowering still
They search
Until they find the lonely battered child
And take its poor frail hand
And lead it back out
Into the light
Some have with such compassion
And with such unwavering fortitude
Found existent despite their weakness
They emerge
The braver and more courageous
With such a gentle strength
That holds them steady
As they step from the foul and pitch
Made stronger
By the darkness
And the faces of
Terrifying Demons
A petite ballerina named Tina
Seemed serene but she couldn’t be meaner
When she got in the sack
She was on the attack
At the size and the shape of his ‘wiener’
Her suitors would then try to dodge her
After insults on their little todger
But listen up guys
I have a surprise
She’s transgender and she was once Rodger!
New or Old 4 - Poetry Contest Sponsored by Eve Roper
20th March 2016
In memory it is standing still
with decrepit stateliness,
a crumbling mansion on the hill,
in pathetic loneliness.
Mama says when she was young
it was owned by a rich man
and was the nicest house in town.
Just picture it if you can.
When the Great Depression hit,
the rich man lost his money.
He jumped from the highest window.
“Now, no more questions, Honey.”
There were rumors that his widow stayed
after her husband died,
but no one saw her often.
If one called on her, she’d hide.
In my childhood the house frightened me,
like an ogre on the hill,
coming to life at night-time,
with emptiness to dispel.
It was searching for careless children
who dared to get too near.
If caught, they were seen no more
in their homes or any where.
My daddy said it was the wind
that made the sound of sighing.
My young ears, when I listened hard,
could hear a woman crying.
By: Joyce Johnson 9/14/11 Won a 2nd
For Constance My Dear Heart’s contest “Creepy, Scary, Haunted House Poem, Pleas”
-I wake up and I'm cold
-My eyes began to open
-And my vision clears up
-I'm out side, in a forest
-Every things wet
-Like it rained
-But there's something different
-Its sticky
-Then I realize
-I am surrounded
-But there not moving
-Not one of them
-There isn't a sound in the sky
-Or a movement in the air
-The cool soft green moss
-Has been panted red
-Standing up and feeling wobbly
-I make my way around the lifeless armed bodys
-Lying on the red and green moss
-And take in my surroundings.
-As I look more carefully
-I notice more armored bodys
-And these are pined to trees
-Like ordamants haning
-And a look of terror on all of them.
-I examine my body....
-Red splattered everywhere
-But not a single scrape
-Bump or bruze on me
-Then I realize
-The slightest taste of the red in my mouth,
-And my heart beets faster
-I look at my hands again
-Very shaky
-And no memories
-I say almost in a whisper
-"What have I done?!?"
It's not that simple for hacking bank account
It needs advance information technology
Genius is breaching privacy, security and law
A misuse of knowledge and wisdom
Just because of greediness
A careless step will fall into his trap
Money can fly away without wings
Hardwork won't pay
Why is the world so terrifying
Why does the world whirl round without logics
Very unfair to an honest, abiding and devoting man
A life's saving has gone like the wind
We're facing a frightening magical world
With tough confrontation but defencelessness
Oh, my god
Blessing my friends
Every summer in august my family gets into nicest car
And starts our five our decent into my sage scented hell
Granite, Oregon
Granite is a bustling city with a population of 13
All of whom live in shacks made of wood that came from trees older than this country
This 13 is Made up of, hermits, hunters, and war heros
And luckily the only three people my family has ever met are the hermits
We know the lady of the lodge who keeps it clean in return for a place to live
And enough money to fund her meth addiction and we know her parents
Bat faced mom who smells like cheap perfume
And beer bellied dad that smells like cigarettes because once a week on saturday he dirves to the nearest town
Half an hour away
To buy enough to feed his weekly fix
If Granite were a color it would be brown
The only road is dirt
And the only grass is dead
Even the evergreens in granite are either burnt, or beige
There is nothing beautiful in granite.
It is not the escape from the city my parents think it is
Our family goes to granite to become wholesome
And leaves empty
The reason those 13 live in granite
Is because there is so much going on in their own minds
That the only place they can stand to be
Is a place where there is nothing
And that is what granite is
It is a small, insignificant, terrifying nothing.
It is where broken people go, so that they won't matter
Not to each other
Not to anyone
At night all alone
Frozen as a stone
You try to rest your head
But you’re filled with dread
Afraid of the monsters who might get you tonight
I see you frozen with fear, I hear you screaming with fright
You play the scene in your head
And then you wish you were dead
That memory’s in your mind
There is no peace you could find
You see their faces; you see those rapists have no remorse
They finished scarred you and then they go and blame you of course
They say you craved it but you did nothing of sort
And now you’re pregnant; something that you wish to abort
You see their faces every time you close up your eyes
You start to ponder “Why did you meet up with those guys?”
You hear their voices playing like it’s stuck on replay
You try to shut it, but the voices just wouldn’t go away
You stay awake all night for fear they might come right back
Covered in bruises, all you see is purple and black
These terrifying thoughts are playing constantly in your head
You couldn’t take it; you were too petrified by this dread
You breathe slowly, regretting every single last breath
You put the gun to your head and found some peace in your death
date: May 29 2013
Birds seen flying together in large flocks tonight
Words of warning sounds emit as coos and cackles
Herds of cows start running toward the barn door light
Blurred together as a murder of black crows and grackles
Snow starts fiercely falling down from the clear night sky
Glow of red lights seen flashing onto the snow-white ground
Below the farm animals hide as songbirds scatter and fly
Hello, I hear as an alien creature appears outside and turns around
I see all this happening as I peer out through my window blind
Why is this alien creature here, it’s all surreal, like a bad nightmare?
Try to think clearly for my safety, as I may be in a dangerous bind
Spy carefully to see where the alien creature is, if it’s still out there
Unkind wind starts to pick up as the snow becomes a squall
Find my gun empty of bullets and my cell phone’s now dead
Mind racing with panic, is this real, or am I imagining this all?
Behind me I hear knocking on the door as I feel terror and dread
Crashing down quickly onto my kitchen floor as I try to hide
Flashing red lights go by brightly as they light up my room
Smashing my knee as I stumble when I hear a loud a crash outside
Dashing to the window now after hearing sirens and a loud boom
Then the police were at my door, asking me to come out
Men yelling in police and firemen uniforms putting out a fire
When I went out, they asked me what caused the burnt dugout
Again, fear gripped me, denying knowing as I began to perspire
Concealing seeing the alien from them I decided was best
Feeling exhausted later that night I decide go to bed
Reeling with anxiety and fear it was difficult to get rest
Screaming, when I saw the alien creature above my head!
Contest: Strand Select 11, Any form, any theme.
Sponsor: Brian Strand
One empty black night,
Two yowls shrieked through the night air;
Three minute cat fight.
One shudders at the dying plea of beasts;
Two injured cats is bad; glad it’s not three!
Written 2-25-19
It’s coming, that time of the year,
to do up my taxes, I fear.
I shake with great fright
and toil through the night.
What’s owed is becoming too clear.
I regret the money I’ve spent
on food and the lights and the rent.
My cat needs a job;
a bank I may rob.
‘Twill do me no good to dissent.
Female - garnet
The witches cackle
Werewolves howling at the moon
Cauldrons full of spells
Rubber masks invade
Skeletons dancing from limbs
The graves are empty
Terrifying truths
Halloween curses exist
Mother-in-law lives
An app on my phone says they’ll be snow tonight - we can expect .2 inches in New Haven. I can’t wait because where I come from snow is an event.
In Georgia, the mere suggestion of a snowflake in a weather report results in businesses closing, the freeway being blocked-off, and the entire city being evacuated.
Some poor, non-essential civil-servant is sent to his (or her) probable death in the cold, in order to try and startup the state’s single, neglected snowplow.
Reports of “snow” can provoke vicious, panic shopping for essentials, like Totino's Triple-Meat-Pizza-Rolls - known for keeping teenagers alive in weather-pocalypses.
As the snowflake is tracked-in by radar, wooden furniture is chopped up for strategic placement by the fireplace and beloved family pets are evaluated for their fur and nutritional values. Has Grandma really been pulling her weight lately?
These New Englanders seem completely nonplussed by snow, like republicans facing unnecessary death or the loss of American democracy. I think I’m going to video this.
Interesting fact: Snow actually falls from the sky. I know, it’s terrifying.
Winged gargoyle appeared in my sleep with glaring teeth.
I felt intimidated, there seemed to be sinister ways beneath.
Why would the sleep faerie put such a gargoyle in my dream?
I ran from this monster, my terrified heart pumping full steam!
Snip-snaw lambasted me today.
Misunderstood initially,
Practically undiscovered
Until I remembered the stories of
Some others.
Zeke and Sam’s horrible, vivid scary
Stories of unkind deeds the snip-snaw had
Caused them to do, against their
Best judgement, immobilized me
To my bed for an extra hour,
Weighted blanket over my head.
Terrified burgundy hair stood up notoriously tall.
Goosebumps on my scalp,
I felt uncomfortably threatened, as I
Shook louder than a twenty-eight year old
Unbalanced washer on spin.
Yes, snip-snaw happened to me today,
I will speak of it no more,
But it was even more terrible and
Horrifyingly scary as I had ever
Had the audacity to believe.