Creepier Poems - Poems about Creepier

...Backwater junction in a backwoods town Rusty and creepier than a carnival clown Timber rattlesnakes hide their slanted eyes No one visits this woodpile, no big surprise......

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...The dark woods felt threatening tonight Renee had no idea why but she felt fearful The farther she walked, the scarier things got The shadows seemed to have eyes; she felt watched. She turned, ......

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...We wanted to make a heavenly cake But needed angelic ingredients That were as far out of reach as can be So we thought of other expedients Like the famed store of unusual foods Though it wasn’......

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...Pedophiles leap it’s Halloween What is creepier than that? They seize any opportunity To hide up under a mask Or they stand with candy in hand Pretending to offer free treat Your little ones ......

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...Drifting into a fog-bound sound An ancient trawler with lines set Shadowy apparitions floating around No crew of hearty fishermen, yet A deathly chill rolled over the pier Villagers cautious......

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...Spoke of, as tiptoed through With trepidation. "Each fierce life-shaping clue Throws a possessed look!" In fables, darkest read. Darkest of routing In, out, bamboozling led None creepier spo......

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...Do things seem to get creepier Around this time of year? Suddenly like all surroundings Seem to cater to your every fear. Everything becomes alot spookier Even shadows begin ......

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...Yesterday was supposed to be my last day. I spent it covered in blankets, jumping at each sound, afraid to be myself, Thinking if I was too much me, they would come and get me, and drag me off for ......

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...Here it’s scary, here it’s cold, Demons feed on you, emotions are sold. It’s darker than the night, it’s creepier than the creep, Bruised flesh, the roads are too steep. You stumble upon a ro......

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...it’s got me in it’s cold fanatic grip still able to quip the foes but finding the prose far too inadequate to describe what I felt inside and went through tonight in that old abandoned house w......

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