Scary Child Poems | Examples
These Scary Child poems are examples of Child poems about Scary. These are the best examples of Child Scary poems written by international poets.
My oh my.
Blinding lights,
terrible, but captivating.
No more worries, child.
Breaking and entering,
broken bricks beneath the stable roof.
Thumpty, thump, thump.
A fireplace put out of its misery.
Contorting and morphing.
A twisted smile,
black blood falling from tear ducts.
This is the man who speaks in hands.
Tell me child,
What is your worst fear?
Shadow and frost eerily creep.
Syncopated waves of sheer cold.
On this joyful day in darkest night,
spirits perish when he’s in sight.
Oh child,
poor poor child.
Isolated in a snow globe,
deers, or Hell hounds?
I have friends for you child.
In the dark.
In the night,
on this night.
Surrounded by trinkets and spirits.
‘Twas not the place to be.
As a child of only three,
looking out over the big blue sea.
Her eyes got huge with such glee,
as the waves hit her tiny knees.
Mommy I need to pee,
in the water is the key.
As big as life she can see,
making her wanting to flee.
At this young age did she make a plea,
making this big as life agree.
Will this wide blue sea hold Marie,
or in years will it set her free?
As a child I became frightened and froze,
When I watched where yellow brick road goes.
For the witch in the sky,
Made me quiver and cry,
"Turn it off! I can’t stand her crows!"
Serious night dreams,
Have invaded my space.
Annoying and scary,
Have to put back in place.
Running away,
Blood and guts,
Repetitive dreams.
Wakes me up,
Startled in the dream.
Not normal for me,
My dreams tend to be free.
Relaxing and dissociative,
Like a movie.
Projected on my screen.
Left over,
From another night's dream.
Can sit through it all,
Perhaps popcorn.
While avoiding the serious night dreams.
Van Gogh's "Irises" next to a guard with a gun
In a museum by the sea -
It was to be a pleasant weekend excursion
For my young son and me.
I wanted to show him treasures of the world,
My boy to enlighten -
But strange conflicting feelings in me swirled,
To attract, yet to frighten.
The lessons learned that day were many
As I held tightly to his hand -
Things that are even hard for me to see,
He tried to understand.
The world is filled with grace and beauty,
But I could not mislead -
Lurking in dark corners, there is also
Violence, ugliness and greed.
Van Gogh's "Irises" next to a guard with a gun
In a museum by the sea -
It was to be a pleasant weekend excursion
For my young son and me.
Couple o' big ones up ahead
Probably left us two for dead
But in my scout-book I once read
They've a weakness for toxic lead
So, off with your pants, little kid
In a minute you'll be glad what I did
Now from your butt, all the lead shake out
~ We'll put these fearsome ladybugs to rout
I heard a tink under my sink
that sounded like a clink, I think.
At first, I thought maybe the cat,
her collar, could make sounds like that.
But this sounded more like a bell
ringing, as far as I could tell.
What could the sound possibly be,
I simply had to go and see?
It couldn't be a rat or a mouse,
there are none of those in my house.
I cracked open the cupboard door,
for a quick peek, and nothing more.
But what I saw there wasn't scary,
it was a trapped, frightened Fairy.
And it looked up and winked at me,
knowing that I would set it free.
Prettier than a butterfly,
her wings were as blue as the sky.
How she got trapped, I'll never know;
but I'm happy I let her go.
I've never cried as much as I did last night
The crime scene was not a pretty sight
Seeing her lying there unmoving with her blue eyes open wide
I didn't want to investigate the murder of this child
What I wanted was to run away and hide
But when I looked again, I plucked up enough courage and crouched down to check if I was seeing right
And I balked at the sight of every huge bite
The ugly marks on her arms and neck had sliced open her smooth soft skin
Dried blood covered most of her chin
I clenched my fists
And felt a deep burn penetrate my wrists
Finally, I mustered up enough courage to touch her silky hair
And I found a significant clue hidden right there
In the tangles of her long dark hair
A tiny weeny pearl
And I knew who had done this to my little girl
Eye contact is
grey and clear.
I don't hear
screaming...
then
two small children
fidget
and speak in
fortifying walls...
and then
my lips are parched
and I can't swallow.
I marvel at them,
like two white doves
waiting to take flight.
I tilt my head
to see
flesh
and bone
and ash.
2/21/2021
Credit: Someone You Love Is Gone by Gurjinder Basran, Page 9
As a child we think of masks and Halloween, wearing one that is nice or scary.
Then off to surgery, where the doctor wear's a mask. Come watch this movie, the bank robber is in disguise with a mask.
Now days what do you see,
masks masks everywhere.
Not Halloween-not surgery-not a movie,
just a new way of life.
Date Written: 7/22/2020
Too Short
I'm out of control
feet don't reach
my bike's on a roll!
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Biker's Dozen
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
Judged: 10/03/2018
13 Syllables: 5-3-5
A delicate ego, fragile, hypervigilant, easily broken.
A frightened ego.
Hidden in self shadow, scared,
Not easily lured out.
A well-built wall,
Constructed slowly, during hurt felt times.
A new persona. The protector, child’s own new identity.
To keep herself safe.
From the bad man.
Situation scary, heroine comes forward,
Baring teeth, biting.
Bad kid label.
Grownups misunderstand
Frightened by her fierceness,
Not recognizing a child
Just trying to survive.
liquorice sticks
strawberry twizzlers, peppermint patty
all I have adored since I was five
hoarded in drawers, hidden in candy caddies, traded for with Sis and Dad, how we grinned
with shopping bags filled to the very brim
On that night of all nights when all nice neighbors did greet, each child or grownup with a candy treat,yes, Halloween. Costumes, some so easy in sheets they'd fly, wrapped in white with flashlights for eyes,they'd howl at the door and ask for their prize. Some parents, so absorbed, they'd complicate the scene by dressing their kids as golden yellow marshmallow peeps. So some kids were scary and some kids were sweet. Some children said BOO and others said TWEET!
I saw frog jump in water
then got scared with sun in eye
wet face hurts
and I running to my steps
mom not home
so stare at muddy toes
then running around to slippery mud
by back door and sky is orange
and door can't get in
pulling pulling pulling and locked
don't know where daddy is
for super strong
A monster yelled out from the woods
not real but scary and fun like today all day
no one home all day and hungry like sick baby bear but
feeling grass crunch against mud and tickles
What if I get lost?
Some houses smell like food and see food smoking over fence
Gonna go meet monster anyway
Maybe hurts like me