Hair Raising Poems - Poems about Hair Raising

...n icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night. This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.......Read the rest...

...Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised March 10th, 2024... (Any resemblance between the following humorous account and real life circumstance tis purely coincidental). Went off fo......Read the rest...

...There’s a burning yen nomadic deep within entrenched, to absorb fresh environments ambrosial on foot, where incidental hue or august colour wash abound, or that March bloom tantalising shady patch......Read the rest...

...There is an urge within me to wander randomly, to explore in vivid detail each kaleidoscope, incidental hue or pristine colour I encounter, or just as likely that tantalising shady patch, with it......Read the rest...

...Behind a frozen glass window I peer, but not for long despite the pending thunder, to spur an inner gnawing gumption, I turn a chilly doorknob, with great stealth born of winters past, sleet-r......Read the rest...

... I have never gotten used to the sirens sound— a heart-piercing shriek as shrill as a wild pig’s. A blood-numbing wail, A spine-chilling, hair-raising cacophony that always jarred my nerves;......Read the rest...

...Team leader Renee peered out of her faux gold window around a pulsing Friday noon. “Almost like we’re puppets of each other down there. Maybe everywhere?” Albert, her partner and co-worker were......Read the rest...

... I'm with you, always near, Through dark shadows, valley of death and strange nightmares, Do not fear! Rest in My shade When terrors catch you unawares, They'll fade! Away, hair......Read the rest...

...Yes, Life Crumbled At His Feet Like Decay On An Old Log Yes, life crumbled at his feet like decay on an old log that morn was abjectly eerie had a low moving fog and in the distance a low murmur......Read the rest...

...Stark naked, Sue walks down her stairs Huge boobies dangle like ripe pears Sue’s ‘hair’ stylist was lax With her Brazilian wax Short curlies remain, but who cares! 8,8,6,6,8 Checke......Read the rest...

...Television triptych throwback and despite remote chance to channel small medium at large metamorphosis I may witness analogous to caterpillar will transform me into a butterfly otherwise No......Read the rest...

...Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised April 19th, 2023 IM pen named Pilot Jane A. Rug who ascribes to writing poetry as opportunistic, holistic, and cathartic warming me body ele......Read the rest...

...I got friggin heebie jeebies Cuz buzzards circle o'er me eyeing these lovely bones prithee id est Roy L. T. Canard, Si hence impossible mission to be lovey dove vee. Vague remembrances of ......Read the rest...

..."Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . " The mountains are calling me, and I must go and venture outside I get a tingling in my stomach followed by a memory imprint Hikin......Read the rest...

...In the gloom of the night came the screams from the scree from the foot of the mountain, from inside the cave. Are they human or animal… phantoms set free? Will my heartbeat deliver a hero or knav......Read the rest...