Best Thriller Poems
Adam’s apple screams
Bloody beware
Candy poisoning
Death in the air
Evil lurking by
Funny creepy laugh
Glowing in dark pines
Haunted Halloween path
Interesting scary movie
Jumping at the climax
Killer is carrying ruby
Lantern wearing eye patch
Making my skin crawl
Night
Onyx with delight
Phones all on pause
Quick to fight or flight
Red eyes because they’re tired
Still stuck watching
TV
Unfortunately desired
Vampire’s death is a thing
We love the Thriller video
Xray extra unique it hasn’t aged
You can have fun being scared you know
Zip my lips as I’d rather not be afraid
"Thriller"
upon eerie coverlet of faint moonlight
midnight creeps to touch tombstones of cursed undead
haunting entities delight in spooking night
zombies open coffins to ravish with dread
feasting upon flesh and bone in vampy style
tasting blood from jugular...victim defile
staring motionless submissive to witch chant
enticed by love ... death charms innocence to pant.
I was in the garden tending gladioli
and collecting rosehips to make wine
When I glanced toward the sky
A cold shiver ran down my spine .
Hurtling toward me
At what seemed a thousand miles per hour
Was a sight I never thought to see
and I was beguiled by its power .
I stood as if I was paralyzed
As the peregrine falcon swooped ever near
It was as if I had been hypnotised
By beauty mixed with fear.
I flinched and turned my face away
From the injury I expect
but Falcon has its tiny prey
I stand in awe to pay respect.
Into the eyes of a cold blooded killer
My frightened blue eyes glance
I'm reminded of the scene from thriller
When the zombies rise to dance.
How effective was that immortal scene
When first we watched that DVD
Am I awake ? Is this a dream ?
Naught with the falcons eyes on me.
I know he see's but seems to pay no heed
As he pops onto my fence post
He nods his head as if to thank me for his feed
But though it is my garden, I know he was the host.
Let me play you violin
I hope you will dance
Don't mind how to begin
Till you loose all steps into trance
And wonder if you've been therein
I don't mind if it hurts
My fingers and my back
What if I got some concerts
Won't I keep oiling to avoid setback
And complimenting the overall efforts
Zero stress, keep calm
Let down the foes watching
To laugh steps long embalm
Tagged "SU dance" somehow gauche
Explode surprise into their mind bomb
Be at the top
Supply the tap
Fresh water behind
Running ever nonstop
Till standing ovation clap
And your fountain is enshrined
Rinse the pot
Set in each potato
At the reach of intense fire
Burning down chemical's dot
For all invited guests in-out Soweto
Before all to their dear houses retire
Happy birthday dear
Thrill the amusing thriller
And watch the wonder with cheer
For all cool teases to become chiller
As you await nice experiences of coming year
CHEERS! ?? ??
Some love too little, some love too long,
some they answer the riddle but fail to move on
some laugh and others cry
when truest feelings have been denied
Some do the act with a show of tears,
surrendering everything showing their fears
And some without a sigh;
they just let their pride die
For some men kill the things they love,
power given from up above
Yet each man does deny.
power from heaven they devise
Some kill love when in their youth,
some kill with abuse
And some when they grow old;
in the end the scam unfolds
Some smother with the hand of greed,
turning away from the hand of need
Because of lust for gold;
the way of love had turned old
The evil use their tongue because,
of vengence to discover
It takes love where it’s cold
and evil thought it mutters
But men who kill the girl they love,
and claim a passion from heaven above
have a story to be heard;
lets not listen to one word
Some do it with a callous look
with a wisdom from the good book
Some with a bitter word;
and with some with passion never heard,
The tyrant does it with his fist,
and serial killer with his list
The weak man with a sword.
a genious that was bored
(A collaboration by Elizabeth Wesley and John H Loving III)
Ranging through the valleys
Sighing over the hills
Galloping through the farms
That's the ambiguity of love
I'm Defined, Strengthened, I'm Thankful
For years and years, Thanksgiving meant nothing to me.
Far too much heartache I faced on this day.
I lost my wife when I lost the love of my own life.
I know my late wife still follows my plight.
And let's not go here, but it's time that I do.
I had to be caught up in this catch twenty-two.
The tragedy had taken place on this day,
And all I wanted was harmony at its play.
A visit from Satan did come to our house this day,
The cunning and baffling evil, he came to disarray.
I need to make this clear so that you can see it.
He came to bring harm to my kids and invaded my family.
This Lord of Destruction only seeks to destroy, maim, and steal.
Anyone, everyone, the happiness they feel?
To take everything that our Father God has given.
It will wilt, then they'll be on their kneel.
Two of my children lost their innocence to his harm.
We caught him in this act,
We damn sure were alarmed!
Satan and his minions, with the damage they had done.
My children were already in despair;
We were no longer strong being as one.
For the rage and the hate I did feel,
Those two emotions together brought me to kneel.
I prayed, and I prayed,
Please release me from convictions.
If it had not come when it did,
It would've led me back into addictions.
It's over now; it has been for quite some time, being real.
Though the Lord gave me strength,
I'm thankful that I didn't kill him,
for what Satan came to steal.
A none Writing Day
The freedom of not writing anything is an illusion
today I will just sit there and listen to the news
Turkey is having problem and it has nothing to do
with me although a poet friend of mine Erken may
be upset several police officers killed perhaps one
of them was her son and I can`t send flowers in
case it is not so. I only like Portugal in the winter
when it is cold enough to put an extra jumper on
when sitting indoors....that were the days.
What do I know? Perhaps Erken is a Russian spy
who speaks five languages perfectly without fluffing
neither a line nor breaking the wind when talking to the pope.
Knows the sewers of Istanbul like the street going home
and analyzes the **** falling from the American embassy
When it is discovered that the US envoy suffer from
diabetes she will be promoted by Putin.
Since day one I was seen as a thriller. The dopamine intact obscenities hold the new killer. Can’t take all the goods in life you had stored, because time is up and you were ignored. Lord can I take a simple breath a combination not including entrapment or death. What’s next up for the trapped and cursed? The city of life and death makes the climb. It was originated in the face of the crime.
No more for gang related and frustrated. This new age of doing time is now upgraded for the sedated. Wicked times for wicked crimes. Aim straight next time you have to relate to the great. 3d blows your mind as the sleepy are awaken and the hellish are forsaken. This is unholy life that had me at a young age shaking. This is madness in the making.
Unearth the true life verse. Don’t curse with the verb. Isolate and do not disturb, and the functioning ghost moves on to the next. Perplexed ready to take form, as the meek take form. So many today die without a true morn. New alarming testimonies now reveal so many die hungry with evil intentions while the rich get richer, the weak will multiply quicker. Hand his majesty the ace because he was brought up to take over. The reigns are now discovered. The justice was now uncovered. In the city you thought you knew. All that was left was the love for a few.
The serpent hissed,
on the first day of school,
looking around to find a group to poison
a group to fool.
It's slitted eyes wandered around
searching and searching.
at last the serpent found,
the fools laughing and smiling.
The serpent went,
its black heart beating with eagerness
the smell of innocence. it was addicting.
The fools invited the serpent with open arms
unknowing of the doom that awaited.
Thus, the damage begun,
gossip spread like wildfire
'did you hear? the fools did... how ridiculous!'
The serpent drank it all in. like ambrosia
The fools had been fooled.
The serpent went home, delighted by the turns of event.
It was night,when the fools came
painted red with revenge
for the first time ever, the serpent felt...scared
the serpent backed away, all while hissing
The fools smiles turned haunting
The serpent went missing
and the fools waited,
for another serpent to come hissing
Tsunami! Tsunami! Tsunami! , Who had given you your name?, You swallowed our children for your fame, Allow us to live happily on the land, please .
Were you born in Japan as a baby? You made the Indian's blood very cold,
In Srilanka ,You were terribly bold, In Indonesia, you made things clean bowled .
Was that the worst wave of the killer? The backward water wash proved to be a thriller That made the South Asians population helpless. And they were in a state of hopelessness.
The world never forgot the word tsunami, After that , the Asian became very calmly, To safeguard it ,we need a brave tommy,
Only then could they eat tasty salami.
Boom! A thud echoes in the darkness, Voices call out to me,
Despite the cold and the night's chill, I'm drawn towards the mysterious sound.
A distant voice, I start to shake,
Is this for real or just a fake?
I step ahead, my heartbeat slow,
Not sure if I should dare to go.
“You scared me!” I shout in fear,
“No trespassing get out of here!”
Then comes a laugh from just one side,
A friend steps out, no place to hide.
“It’s just a prank,” they grin with glee,
But still, I feel unease in me.
The wind it howls, the branches sway,
And fear won’t seem to fade away.
Whispers taunt my mind,
Leaving unsettling thoughts behind.
On this moonless, stormy night,
Why play such games of fright,
When fear still lingers through the night.
The Last Train to Hell
You read my diary you stole in the dark
My private thoughts, a feast for your deceit,
Now you rewrite my sanity with lies.
You’re gaslighting me
I’m on the edge, a fracture made complete,
While you watch on with hollow, predator eyes.
Think you’re a friend? You’re a ghost, a fraud, a thief.
I’m gathering the breath to scream your crime.
Your reign is over; mine is the relief,
I imagine to do the same back
To take you down to the train station
And push you on the train down to hell
With one great push and we lock the door
In time for it to leave
The dragon was a cute little fellow
He was small and green and kind of mellow.
We had fun with him as he grew larger
Until he burned down our house and larder.
Then, the dragon was not cute any more.
The city quaked as he gave out his roar.
He burned then ate our gossiping neighbor,
No longer a pet but an invader.
So, if you find a lost baby dragon
You’d best be rid of it in some fashion.
'Sleep my dear, else Hastar will come for you',
Cried the teary eyed lad, of barely ten and two,
His visage flushed in blood, as he sought refuge,
To save his flesh from his ancestors turned ghoul.
Slinging his never-ending purse of fine gold,
He creeps the labyrinth of his mother’s womb,
Baying in anguish for a tiny morsel of food,
A curse that has brought him eons of gloom.
Not to be worshipped, the first-born demon-god,
Banished from their midst by well-meaning kin of lords,
Found an eager devotee in an ancient family odd,
Who were greedy for gold and lusted for bawds.
They brought him back to life with their orison,
Defying the Gods through layers of generations,
Inviting their rage which became their poison,
Reducing them to repulsive abominations.
Descending into the bowels of the derelict temple,
Through the dilapidated shaft of a solitary well,
Hiding dollops of soft flour in their vessel,
To awaken the hungry monster from his spell.
While he lusted for grain and they for his coins,
At every meeting of this unsavory alliance,
The demon got his food and they, his treasure,
Until they fell prey to the bite of Hastar.
It turned them into hideous living corpses,
Their only mortal escape, through death or slumber,
Consigned to the flames at the hands of their own,
Prior to which, the strain of greed they passed on.