Best Terror Stricken Poems

I accidentally let one loose
A ripe for roasting, fattened goose!
The ganders in Orwellian mode
Honked out the news in gaggled code.

Rash Farmer Giles, blood red with rage
Would not be easy to assuage
And goslings flapped their wings in fear 
As if to say ‘Get out of here!’

The...

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Dim light shines through the widows of the old house
long since empty, where only dust dances in the air
and a lone mouse scurries across its scared and dirty floor
But sometimes at night, when a lonely wind moans and cries
faint echoes of the past are heard...

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"Pleased to meet you",a friendly line
I guess you'll be my neighbor for a "little" while
Would you like to come in and have a tasty cup of tea
There is something I should show you 
Something you would not believe
Now strung on a rafter through my affinity
You...

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One day, little Red Riding Hood’s mother told her to deliver a basket of food to her elder grandmother. 
She told Red not to talk to any strangers and to stay on the path to old grandmother’s house. 
Little Red concurred,
and left hastily. 

Not long...

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Babies of Beslan............



The darkest day in history, 
Brought tears to my eyes. 
Many Russians murdered, 
In a mass of horrid cries. 

Hundreds of innocent people, 
Seen fleeing through the streets. 
Bodies thrown onto the verge, 
In a sea of blood-stained sheets. 

So many kept within...

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Destruction lays all around,
And my resolve is wearing thin.
The harbinger of death taunts me,
Into a fight I cannot win.

My body's weak and foundering,
And my mind's not thinking clear.
As if a marble statue,
I'm frozen stiff with fear.

Forced onto the battlefield,
Cast amongst the tides of war.
As they...

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“The chances against anything manlike on Mars are a million to one,” he said. (Excerpt from the book by H G Wells.)

WATCH OUT, run for your lives ...the Martians are coming!
Well on October 30, 1938
Terrified listeners truly thought the world was ending
When a radio broadcast...

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I fumble along the dark deserted road...
Willing myself to move faster...
My legs are like rubber,  they scream at me to flee...
For in this nightmare you are there... Waiting to pounce...

It feels as though my heart will rip itself right out of my chest... Its...

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If hell is the place
to deprive men of their human nature 
the battlefield swarming with dehumanized souls 
is hell; and is in the real world, 

hell is the hungry stray dogs licking blood on corpses
and vultures ingurgitating rotten flesh from the corpses scattered 
around on...

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If only I could be a drop of crystalline water
In thousands and thousands of humans I would live
I would stay motionless in hearts and hover...

An angel moved me in my sleep
and took me way beneath the white Earth...

I slowly slide through the Happiness Channel 
in...

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In the wee, wee hours when all is still
You can feel your blood athrill
When you hear the ghostly sounds
Of whispered words and baying hounds.

Who is it that speaks so low
That the distant mooing of a cow
Sounds like the plaintive cry of a soul
Echoing from the...

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Her golden locks glide grandly through our gladioli gilded garden gateway,
I gulp ginormous groundbreaking gulleys, 
telltale tear tsunamis cut cataclysmic currents,
raw reckless rupture of romantic render,
terror-stricken tangential tamper seal evidence
on lumpen lunge lonesome lachrymose levee 

Abandoned to anthemion arch ambience awash or afloat with apoplectic...

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I would like to ask all my fellow poets,
To spare a thought and a quiet moment,
Concentrate and pray, and let our
United energy,
Reach India, imagine the torment and
Fear and horror
Humans are going through, which is 
Inhumane, afraid to live from one day
To the next,
Stacked up funeral...

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I need to escape this shell.
Or else I'm going to burn in hell.
Please set me free.
Because this is not the real me.
I'm a puppet with tangled ropes.
I feel I've lost all my hopes.
They say it's only life.
Well tell that to my shiny knife.
I don't wanna...

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In my preteens,
I was nervy to go in the dark.
The folklore tales imprinted
that evil spirits would roam at nights. 
when I heard  the wonted gruff noises like
chirping of crickets,
rustling of leaves,
flapping of wings,
and whimper of dogs,
I was terror stricken.
They made me believe the acts...

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