Scary Poems | Examples of Scary Poetry

All through the night Nothing feels right The static sound in left ear Enticing a certain kind of fear Your body feels like it has a current of electricity The Book MK Tech explained it with complexity Never finding anything as a protector When your body is setting off EF on a detector The mind starts to fret and...

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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 and cover my ears as if that’ll keep my walls untampered I let my flesh wrap me whole— so tight I might suffocate, but I cannot breathe outside this prison, no—this haven She’s still...

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I heard a story today, it felt just like mine, In this scary, monster city, it made my heart pine. Someone hurt themselves, tore their own skin, you see. Yes, a story just like mine, it came right back to me. You are brave, so much braver than I. You told your hurt out loud, under the open sky. My pain,...

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Why can't I walk in the garden at night? Horrible shadows keep blurring my sight ~ They make me run like a man with no balls. Each time I trip and get bruised from my falls. These shadows whisper cold fears in my ear, Now I understand the songs sung by fear, Yet I must confront these fiery shadows, But each new...

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A gossamer hung on the graveyard's gate. A spider clung to steel, consuming its meal. It had no need to know dinner was served late, Nor sensed ghostly keels the summer winds conceal. The owls flew on, unperturbed by midnight's scare, That made dead men howl silently in each grave, Fresh ghosts were blown toward the gate in despair, The gate creaked...

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Built in the middle of Nowhere, A gate of turquoise, very rare, A sculptor carved a figurehead, The gate was built to guard the dead. It's best to come on full-moon night, for the dead don't care for sunlight. GHOSTLY music is often heard, And one unidentified word. It's said, on a September date, GROANING is heard near the big gate. GRIEF-STRICKEN singing to the...

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I’m scared of the dark When it’s dark our minds can wander Creating objects and people that don’t exist Anything or anyone could be hiding behind and object that we can’t see behind, waiting Waiting to creep up to our bed and attack The moment a floorboard creaks or a shuffling noise is heard we climb under the duvet The...

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They shout ‘Not in my name’ as if for Israel’s self-defense they were to blame They scream ‘Globalize the Intifada’ as if their voices ever mattered They chant ‘Palestine will be ‘free’ from the River...

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There’s an old, abandoned pet cemetery hidden near the woods At the end of desolate dirt road far away from neighborhoods It’s rumored to have a haunted grave, where apparitions appear at night Among the many old ghostly statues that during the day is a peaceful sight Eerie cries at night and groaning sounds are rumored to be heard Many...

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“Hey, look there Jim” the young girl said “What is this old gate up ahead? Now do you think we should go through. I’m really game if you will too.” We’ll have to clear these sticks away and find the latch - what’s that you say? You don’t think we should touch the gate? What lies beyond might not be great? Oh, come...

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A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades overgrown fields, drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned. Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground— bloated and weathered, strips of fabric flapping in the harsh elements. Legends of wraiths wander, replicating whispers of infected insanity. Laughter lingers in suspect...

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raven of the marsh sounded the alarm mystic named Marilee listened carefully first the bull frogs, then the spiders, now this three signs in three days; mischief was afoot spirit was in the air, Marilee strived to identify it A chill pierced her soul; she felt threatened this was not a spirit guide she knew or a loving ancestor Clairsentient, she sensed...

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mirrors take on a new life at night when the lights go out and the house gets dark spirits are attracted to the silence they tiptoe to the edge of the mirror and check out the house peeking at the furnishings they dare not look at during the day For fear of being spotted and revealed, for they are hidden Psychically...

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On Friday nights we’d sneak into the railyard and wait in the shadows between the floodlights for a train slow enough for us to hop, our hands already tingling with the promise of flight. We trotted beside the train, waiting for the right moment to grab a boxcar’s ladder and climb to the roof like outlaws— aware of the danger and thrilled by it— as the train...

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Being happy scares me. The thought that at any moment something can just wipe it all away. So happiness has always been a playmate I never invited over when playing Red Rover. It’s always been this thing that was a stop sign away. The sun is high but too far to brighten my...

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