Monster Poems - Poems about Monster

I look in the mirror and nothing is there. I cry but there’s no trace of tears. I scream and the night wind answers my call. I am just what everyone fears. I fly through the shadows under the moon. In darkness I’ve hunted and fed. I bleed through the alleys, my hunger as guide And I follow wherever I’m led. I am...

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I no longer check under the bed for monsters, I don't run when I turn out the light, Or hide under my blanket when I hear a noise, I don't run up the stairs, scared to look behind, I no longer cry for my mom to check the closet. Not because I don't believe, But...

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The clouds were moving swiftly across the darkened sky The howling wind raced through the trees the leaves were flying by His heart was beating like a drum that pounded in his chest Trying to release the demon long ago at rest His body started to convulse it shook without control In one more minute he would lose the last part of his soul Transformed into a...

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Daylight. Thank God. The monster comes at night. For now, I shake the strings loose, And try with my whole might. Reflections of the night before— My eyes are swollen shut, Bruises, scars, maybe broken bones. Don’t show you’ve had enough. The mirror reflects the bruises; I stare a bit too long. The monster's wrath shows on my face. Stay strong, girl. Stay...

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O yon Loch Ness Monster is come out of the lake through all the wide border his tail left a wake and save his fire-breathing he weapons had none he swam all unharmed and fair maidens he won so faithful in love yet so very messy there never was wee beastie like the young dragon Nessie (With apologies to Sir Walter Scott) ...

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Anxiety consumes. IT eats And IT eats devouring, until the only substance left is drool. A drool so cold and numb, one could say IT hurts. IT dribbles down the brain looking at memories, looking at moments, ripping them and moving to the next. IT leaves IT'S exhausting trail while going back to IT'S hiding place. In the back of the mind IT sits, getting...

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He made them in a hurry, He made them in the night. He had other things on His mind, and forgot to paint them white. A woman planned to fix this error - she was a woman of notoriety. She saw the problems that this mistake had caused in society. She beckoned to her female counterparts, to help her...

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Deep in the forest where various monster beast abode The hunter dares himself to enter the dangerous zone To hunt for games that is rich for gains Under the big Iroko tree lies the little animal Having a soft and fluffy coat designed with bright colors A bright orange and white color patterned with black stripes They call it a...

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I dreamed I lost you. The pain was so real that I still feel the dried blood from the sweet sutures you used to make a man of me. You domesticated my soul....

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they bite and tear the biters do these unseen nighters circling for should you sleep give unto thee then wake to find their wound on you then wake to find their wound ...

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Footfur Jack your step is nigh when by my door goes paw tonight I hear you tread my bed you pass don’t take my blood please Footfur Jack ...

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Drained of opaque innocence Perfected by your toxicity, I was laid bare beneath the narcissistic sun, Searing deep within dehydrated pupils, Stripping my soul of all humanity, until your sinister tongue was all I could hear. Your empty promises clothed these bones; running was no longer an option, as hiding became nearly impossible within your shadows. Voices, eating through my cerebral cortex, tainted even the...

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There is a monster inside me, with sharp teeth and claws, Gnawing at the walls of my skull, scratching deeply down my mute throat, It thrusts its hands deep between my ribs, searching for nonexistent words, I sit before the blank page, a cold slab that mocks me, A morgue drawer for all the things I cannot say. I bleed...

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Some just can't understand. And they never will. They've never been trapped in the infernal abyss. But I've been there. I've languished in the pit, felt the darkness seep through every pore of my flesh, been denied the light. Depression plays tricks with your mind, makes you believe things that are untrue, blurs the lines...

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Step Outline- Hiking Trail (A Horror) Prologue Ext. Woodland Park, Upstate California- Sunset It’s mid-autumn, hot. A week before school starts, there’s a family gathering. A young woman is arguing with her father. She’s holding onto her food. Then, she grabs her purse and storms off. Her father calls after her, but she’s heading into the mouth of...

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