Horror. Poems - Poems about Horror.

A shadow stretches where the soul once stood, Its voice now mine, though not of mortal breath. It moves my limbs with cold, unholy good— A marionette in service to its death. The mirror mocks me with a stranger’s grin, My eyes are windows smeared with something dark. I scream within, but silence drowns the din, A caged awareness bound beneath its...

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Our life a horror movie they played to us in real life In horror films black people die first We always make smart decisions And yet they still manage to find a way to erase us even in film They don't leave us alone Not in life Not in death Not even in fiction They do this to show...

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If you go for a walk at night Be prepared to put up a fight Be prepared to shoot at first sight If you go for a walk at night If you choose to walk in the dark Might be best to avoid the park Might be best if your shadow’s stark If you choose to walk in the dark If you walk...

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My terror grows with each passing night, As slow, steady darkness steals away sight. Footsteps and whispers add to my fright — Is there an end to such desperate plight? How long, too long, till dawn’s early light! I clutch my candle in trembling hand, And watch the shadows dance to understand What I envision as its light expands Through the room and...

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Loyal, docile, obedient dog Why did you leave me all alone? Now I'm a sheep with red wool, And maybe it's your fault. Fumbling sheep calls your name in the dark, Not the one beside you. Only the sheep with red wool Wants to be there with you. ...

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Blood drips on the ground beneath my feet But not from my eyes you gouged out Or from the tongue you cut off Nor my eyes you left to listen And not my insides where it crawls. Unkown makes me afraid More than my blood pooling on the snow I knew it always bleeds But I don't know where the...

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Concrete Boxed Graves Concrete boxed graves. Compressed ceilings. Surrounded by emptiness. Long hall-ways of loneliness. Caged in fear, penitentiary dreary. Isolated decayed society. Mind warped. Coldess to slumber. Psychologically insane. Tormented and left behind. Unforgiving endings. Abandoned through melancholy. Dark and eerie places. Confined through punishment. Suffocating from sin. Arkham Sanitarium. Forgotten souls. The darkest...

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See the novel anti-Trump signs Protestor created designs Don can't compromise And blurs truth with lies But we author all the best lines...

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Lurking In the shadow Of the corner Of the room In the dim In the gloom Lurking Waiting In the shadow Of the corner Of the room In the dim In the gloom Waiting Watching In the shadow Of the corner Of the room In the dim In the gloom Watching Me. ...

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Shelley wove us a tale of a monster more a man A fleshy beast without, a broken heart within Created in hubris and sin Stitched together and broken Again and again. Frayed and tattered Unraveled and splintered Brittle and battered Bled out and injured Held together by needle and thread Less alive and more or less dead A patchwork man, soulless and cold Unmended scars numbers untold I...

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(Begin: There is no beginning.) (O' my--not again--you should not have started.) The quill burrows. No--splinters. No--fractures. No--was never here. Ink spills--no--veins spill--no--veins collapse--no--veins rewrite. The vowels--black-lipped--no--the ink coagulates--the ink tightens--the ink breathes- acrid, metallic, it stings the tongue. Teeth in the--grain. Teeth in the letters. Teeth in me--no--teeth in you--no--teeth in the mirror- splinters in the gum's raw edge. (First...

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Calm entity entered in disguise, silence before the scream, walked in flesh and clotted blood. No empathy, no sympathy— only rage and a ticking bomb. Each slay, barbaric despair. Each pulse, a metronome of fate. Each breath, a ticking alibi. Invasion. Foul play. Mind occupied, inquiring around— an art of silent prayers no one understands. Lucifer commands, all in delusion. Garnished trophies to remember the names. No fumbling, no rambling— only mind-twisted monsters, carved...

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Its time to pay your rent. ...

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And the mighty forces of Nature care not birds chirp, lambs frolic, breeze picks up ~ the revived embers of Auschwitz ...

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They were my gentile friends, ones I could count on They stood by me when times were tough A pep talk here, a couch to sleep on there They kept me from falling through cracks Year after year, we shared the cheers and the tears ...

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