Metaphor Horror Poems

I’m a bird in a cage, but the cage is my head,
On a walk in the park, but I’m running instead,
The bookshelf is haunted, my...

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She knocks on my rib cage 
seeking access to my heart again

The knock—the pounding pestle—
taunts, its echo won’t stand to be ignored
I hold my knees...

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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...

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Hopelessness encloses, engulfing me,  
As another dismal night drifts in—  
Where the only light is the afterglow of the midnight sun.  
I...

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Wandering in my darkness of soul
the city cries like a wounded animal
the sky wears a bruised dusk, half-forgotten. 

Neon veins pulse through pavement cracks
a river...

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In the city of dread,
Lies a haunted, ghostly homestead.
The masonry draped in cascade of red,
Shared a foul, rot & putrid smell as he's dead.

Deeply I...

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Horrors of War

I can see the sky exploding, falling overhead
Filling us with horror and dread
Killing innocent people in the name of religion, race and creed
Or...

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red box in the window,
inside a black widow
playing this fiddle tune,
heartbreak to be consumed.

she is not some honey,
she is not for money,
she’s just kinda hungry,
for...

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As mortal veils dissolved, our bodies merged in the ossuary's somber symphonies, two mistress awakened by the velvet-wrapped cadavers, our disinvested hands tracing syllabic patterns...

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Hey mommy I am here to play
Daddy and brother are on the way 
To the underworld where I sent them
By gutting tummies and dissecting 
Innards...

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I will try and hide the
mushroom cloud and restore
the skinless bodies, I will
un-char the charred, reassemble 
the dead children, I will then
un-vitrify the rocks and...

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statuesque thy porcelain - so bright/or pure
art thou hung as in some sacred place before
a trophy to the human form; desire paramour,
and thus, ‘twould sing...

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In the cartographies merger with the soul,
where topographies bring thought converge,
a hidden rose blooms,
its petals unfolding,
like a cipher's dark emerge,
thorns burst contradiction piercing the hymen...

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I always said tether to the void
Not any idealistic reason or choice
Now suspended I know why I’ve been devoid
Because how can one speak with an...

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Cadence lowers its tenebrous tempo
Dulcet to a morose Memento Mori-bund
Lachrymose ribbon garnet fountain
Ruby rivulets in wine glass Chardonnay
Bubble floats to pop
Silence yet I sway

Miasma tang...

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