Bogeyman Poems - Poems about Bogeyman

I lurk around for prey. Young or old, morose or gay Seeking you is all too easy. Cold blooded diehards that are sleazy I’m the bogeyman a wild animal Some of you call me Manimal I’m a freak of nature half man, wait for it, half animal I am The stench of your sadistic words I smell Yes’um, I’ll make sure you go to...

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Beware the dreaded Lurgwurt that prowls around at night. With luck you'll never meet it, but then again you might. Beware the dreaded Lurgwurt. It may catch you unawares. If not in the parlour, then at the bottom of the stairs. Avoid the dreaded Lurgwurt, if you would save your life, and while you are about it, every cause of strife.....

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All prepare to die nothing meaning Breathing don’t concern with wind, with them If this day gone, stay with not doubt Think, they will possess holed hand Someone is always separately Obvious body is melting Smoothly sea far from that To arrive refer-less, to period Sun coo,“ that is only skin” Opposed people on historical factors So pretty woman or attractive Pain feelings or...

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Love's light beams from the hearts and souls of Man but His insecurities shade its glow. And in shadows, hate and bigotry grow; though Man's conscience interjects when it can. But, like a child, He fears the bogeyman; facing repercussions, He lets hope go. Scared of storms, He revels in the rainbow; convincing Himself that it is God's plan. Evil overshadows the light...

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The closet door is partially open, More than a crack. Yet I cannot see The goblins yet. My heart beats wildly as my imagination soars me back to Childhood when I could feel the angry mean bogeyman Under my bed, ready to grab my feet Or my hand. Oh, yes, the closet door is open....

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Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle by the stone wall shaped and laid to last five hundred more years still. Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn. Clouds careen across the sky like ragged flags unfurling, our house is battered by the storm's relentless wrath, and something's coming... It's nights like this that bring the...

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Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle by the stone wall shaped and laid to last five hundred more years still. Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn. Clouds careen across the sky like ragged flags unfurling, our house is battered by the storm's relentless wrath, and something's coming... It's nights like this that bring the...

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The Orion has arrived! On board the Flagship, RearAdmiral Mickael, Eternal Dark Man on the bridge, And his Ladyship PrincessLadyJewel, His bodyguard of a thousand blades! He came to tame and conquer the carrions, Blood sucking humanoids of the terra vista race, They even fed on themselves and their friends, Neither conscious nor intelligent to communicate or trade, How do you win against the soulless...

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Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle by the stone wall shaped and laid to last five hundred more years still. Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn. Clouds careen across the sky like ragged flags unfurling, our house is battered by the storm's relentless wrath, and something's coming... It's nights like this that bring the...

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Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle by the stone wall shaped and laid to last five hundred more years still. Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn. Clouds careen across the sky like ragged flags unfurling, our house is battered by the storm's relentless wrath, and something's coming... It's nights like this that bring the...

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Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle by the stone wall shaped and laid to last five hundred more years still. Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn. Clouds careen across the sky like ragged flags unfurling, our house is battered by the storm's relentless wrath, and something's coming... It's nights like this that bring the...

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Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle by the stone wall shaped and laid to last five hundred more years still. Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn. Clouds careen across the sky like ragged flags unfurling, our house is battered by the storm's relentless wrath, and something's coming... It's nights like this that bring the...

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