People Horror Poems

The gathered, outside my house, lingered long,
As if it were Halloween night -
A rogue's gallery of goblins and ghouls,
They were an unwanted sight.

Their faces had...

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Sweet moment recall
Laughter behind porticos
During Pompeii's fall....

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Bad people don't hide very well, they can't keep themselves from coming out to say hello. Eventually, they are caught. So, they make plans, let's...

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The bullying and bruising
Went on and on for years,
'Til the time had come 
They'd atone for her tears

Aimed at those people
The cruel and the two-faced,
For...

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Nothing in this world is allowed to shatter.
The ice melts slowly through pitter patter.
Not even glass is allowed.
To break nice and loud.
Instead the glass melts...

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There's always a whisper of madness, 
playing in my brain as I struggle to get 
loose from it's refrain and the constant 
pounding me to...

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Earth Eulogy

By Mark D. Stucky
She was a good planet,
put to death in her prime
by a pandemic of people.
Homo-sapiens was a disease
with mutating and metastasizing
technological and...

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We cowardly or nonchalantly sit in front our TV
Watching for years: the killings of babies
The odious humiliation of humanity
The bloody murders of pregnant ladies
The iniquitous...

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It’s Christmas Eve, Babe
In the car pound
It shouldn’t be this way
Should not have been found

But I’m the lucky one
I am the thirteenth one
And when I...

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 In agony in this flame on
"Intriguing drooling’s corpses conveying in hells caverns
Awaiting cooling sprinted saliva
 Make it stop eternity damnation
Bleeding souls gnashing and biting...

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by Max Burchett

As I was driving the usual way,
Out Chapman Road to start the day,
I saw him standing there.
I stopped and had to stare.

I was...

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I'm a man who you should not admire.
I am dangerous because I'm a vampire.
When I bite people on their necks, they become vampires as well.
If...

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Slodes new poem : Walk on the Wise side
The talking clouds,the talking clowns
Feeling like they just do whatever
Calling out everything but mystery
But using it to...

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The senseless, brutal murder of Emmett Till
       In 1955 haunts America's consciousness, still.

      ...

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Ugly is the way of my soul,
With it, in me it digs a deep dark hole.
Sometimes I don't even want to be me,
Stand in front...

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