Scares Poems - Poems about Scares

Oh the power of the narcissistic would be king enthroned, crowned not with wisdom, but with arrogance, delusion and nihilism. The crowd waits on his every word which has the power to flip the world order from boom to flop from soar to bust to tip the seesaw to flip-flop panic. Why should one person, posting his own thoughts social in the middle of the...

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Should I write a poem about Halloween, full of psychological horrors and gruesome things? Like deep romantic wounds getting infected, herpe kisses or Donald Trump getting elected? I could lean on shuddery tropes, like haunted houses or more real world threats, like cutthroat spouses. I could make you look up scary looking words, like Syncretism. gasp What caused that creek in the...

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Tons of pineapples and mozzarella, the perfect side for a scary movie; Pie built out of two handed slices, my mouth is already watering; Stuck waiting nearly thirty minutes, I could have sworn they said fifteen; Hangrier with every millisecond, driver jump that three car pile up! After twenty more the doorbell rang, delivery guy heard the chilling theme; He said ‘You’re my last...

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river catfish is startled by a splash he dives down into the lake hitting the natural springs unaware he made this loud noise with his enormous flipper of a tail...

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Sambractia, a tidy blue soothsaying witch with a “hey hey hey” startled October’s aged north wind as she went about her great day A whole lot of debris and garbage blew against her in a weird way which made her familiar cat laugh as he hid down deep in the hay “Come out of that hole!” Yelled the witch,...

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I have the most tasteful skulls imaginable she said. I did not think there could be such a thing but kept quiet instead. They are beautifully done, would look great in a bedroom. I took her word for it, could barely see them on Zoom. I have vampire teeth and a cape left over from Dracula too. Do you want...

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I love it, I hate it. It scares me, it thrills me. It is magical, mystical, ethereal, and yet…. There is a part of it that is so beyond my grasp I try to grab onto its robes and it races off without me. A coven of interesting people, who seem to be in the know. I am in the...

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life is scare circuit a leap in the mists always love her or leave her...

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What scares me the most? The sheer tranquility one possesses while taking an innocent's life. How their hearts don't quiver or hands don't shiver while they cut through the throats of so many. One life lost,ten families destroyed. What kind of barbarity is this in which they take pride. Somewhere someone's reality is this, How sleepy one' conscience should get to...

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she is a mirror of herself espousing her own ideas i shudder as I look into her reflections of her reflection...

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I said darling Open your eyes You said “Sorry The lights too bright And it hurts me I’m sorry” I said darling Uncover your ears You said “Sorry The sounds too loud And it hurts me I’m sorry” I said darling Eat this it’s delish You said “Sorry It’s too hot and salty And it hurts me I’m sorry” I said darling Put on your socks You...

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Don't be alarmed by my figure if it causes you amazement ... just and only grant me a discount ... I don't bite ... Don't be surprised if I look crude, strange ... just stop watching futuristic movies , without future... But my figure, occasionally scares ... I...

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Sixpence and foursquare seventy-seven minus fifty-two Come and give me a cuddle, it truly is only us two. What are you staring at? Is that a cobbler’s shoe? Just the word mathematics makes me want to boo-hoo. Donuts in the belfry, quotients in the glue. Wiggle Waggle Wiggle bottom. I am scared now too. Jumping over a moon, with your...

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FRIENDS Friends are like fruits We need them for our health and nourishment We need them at all times. When a fruit is unripe, its existence only gives hope and curiosity: Hope that one day it will ripe for our consumption, Curiosity of how it will taste when it is ripe. Or is there anything to interrupt the process of growth...

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It scares me The love I have for him It is a constant pain of fear Fear of losing him forever and It is an overflow of joy Joy that could let me drown Drown in its fantasy where Too easily I could lose myself It scares me...

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