Dance Scary Poems

aye! ye sing
   nay dance! 
demanded
o' the demon
in brighten'd tar
but wizen'd burr
gave sudden slip
did gape ‘n gash
‘pon cracken'd jar
fell he into a
 ...

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Sister In The Clouds


I warned you about the alley filled with snakes and waste.
I told you not to walk it, I told you not to...

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In the shadows, whispers rise,
A haunted presence, unseen eyes.

Possessed by spirits, ancient, deep,
Their secrets in my soul do creep.

A dance of darkness, wild and free,
Possession's...

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In the quiet of my heart, a plea unfolds,
"Don't make me write another poem, love," my story told.
Expressing love, a skill I may lack,
Like a...

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Living within shadows - 
darker than a clouded night. 
I'd lay down with my demons- 
so that we didn't have to fight. 
Engulfed me and...

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In the shadow of death, his darkest secrets hide, 
A devil’s bargain, where foul hidden dangers lie. 
His vile whisper in the night, a most...

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Some people don’t hike through the wood,
especially on All Hallows Eve.
Ghosts of boys and girls of good
float at the campfire, if you believe.

Elves and pixies...

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In the velvety cloak of night, it bewitches so,
A realm of dreams where secrets softly flow.
Under the tender, moon's enchanting light,
Night bewitches, with its alluring...

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Written on 23 September 2023 For:                   ...

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Careless stepping 
over the sole 
onto the tongue 
taking foothold

tingling the leg crawl

bravery perhaps
unwise direction
the venomous creep
dreadful little faces
with large vengeance
fire-ants the masks
their own

next one’s...

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In shadows deep where darkness hides
There lies a bag of eight-legged horror
A bag of spiders where dread resides
Creeping and crawling, causing sorrow

With nimble legs they...

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How to Feel When Your House Burns Down
The home you are raised in is a mother tongue. 
I was four when it was built, an...

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Scaredy Halloween cat doing a wicked cha cha cha.
Showing off her petootsie in the eye of a crow’s caw.
We watch her dance, and some laugh...

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The night of October thirty first will be here 
A cloaked figure afloat on wind will appear
In the hooded head musk on face will adhere
A...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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