Women Scary Poems | Examples
These Women Scary poems are examples of Scary poems about Women. These are the best examples of Scary Women poems written by international poets.
Draw in a deep breath,
And boom your voice through my skull.
You scare me to death,
But there's never a day that's dull.
Tell me you're sorry and things are going to change,
"Well they'll change tomorrow baby not today".
Then tomorrow you slam the door against my face,
Wipe off the blood and tell me "It's okay".
And I tried to leave you just the other day,
But I woke up bruised and unable to recall.
You know whenever you speak to me it's a power play,
And if anyone asks you'll tell them "it was just a fall".
I'm going to take the dog, and I'm going to leave.
And you'll still sit here and refuse to grow.
And all of the love I had is going to turn to grief,
But if I'm going to heal, then I've just gotta let you go.
I'm new to the scars
They look so harsh
And now I wonder
about the upcoming thunder
Afraid I'm?
Afraid to surrender!
I'm new to the burns
My serenity, looks like they yearns
And now I wonder
about the upcoming blunder
Afraid I'm?
Afraid to surrender!
I'm new to the pocks
They entered without any knocks
And now I wonder
what could be another?
Afraid I'm?
Afraid to surrender!
It is dark in here, no light, no air,
A love once pure, now lost to greed,
His heart consumed by cruel despair.
She gave her trust, unaware,
Of the lies behind each planted seed.
It is dark in here, no light, no air.
His charm was rich, beyond compare,
But hidden deep, a darker need—
His heart consumed by cruel despair.
Women used, discarded without care,
Their souls left broken, never freed.
It is dark in here, no light, no air.
Till one night, found in sinful snare,
Beaten to death, for lust and deed,
His heart consumed by cruel despair.
In hell, he cries, trapped in his lair,
Regret too late, his sins agreed.
It is dark in here, no light, no air,
His heart consumed by cruel despair.
How dare you try to shrug it off, Joe
as 'one bad night'
when you didn’t deliver...
...Just like you didn’t deliver on Afghanistan, or
on picking a competent VP, or
on ending COVID school lockdowns, or
on reigning in reckless government spending, or
on combating skyrocketing inflation, or
on maintaining order at our southern border, or
on giving Ukraine what it needed to stop Putin, or
on keeping the pressure on Hamas instead of on Israel, or
on telling the truth about Hunter’s laptop, or
on supporting women’s sports for biological women only
on fighting unprecedented urban crime and disorder, or
on so much more
Your failure to deliver on debate night
once more reflects your utter lack of insight
demonstrates why you have absolutely no right
to continue to make a mockery of us
in this, America’s darkest night
Joe! Give up your maddeningly selfish fight
for the Presidency ~ you’re too far gone to see the light
On a bright beautiful day.
Spring Sun was shining
To take some gloom away
For darkness surely remained
In his eyes of a stray.
Neither saw love nor hate
Emptied dull orbs stared down
Didn't see any angered state
Two glances and she knew
Another will challenge her fate.
Like a pebble against black hole
Her eyes again looked up
To search pain as a whole
Saw a smile so blank and ugly
Hurriedly closed her window to soul.
A rude voice woke her up
Wrinkled face and crooked nose
Unconscious mind came to a stop
The old man was scolding so bad
Asked if she was even aware a drop.
The void was long gone
His anger was soothing lullaby
Inside those eyes like a grey stone
She saw anger and pain endured
Mesmerized by the life they shone.
One with a pair having nothing
Another pair with matured grey blur
As if in there a world comes to living
Even if a blackhole tries to devour
There will be eyes to hold onto something.
On a bright beautiful day.
Spring Sun was shining
To take some gloom away
For darkness surely remained
In his eyes of a stray.
Neither saw love nor hate
Emptied dull orbs stared down
Didn't see any angered state
Two glances and she knew
Another will challenge her fate.
Like a pebble against black hole
Her eyes again looked up
To search pain as a whole
Saw a smile so blank and ugly
Hurriedly closed her window to soul.
A rude voice woke her up
Wrinkled face and crooked nose
Unconscious mind came to a stop
The old man was scolding so bad
Asked if she was even aware a drop.
The void was long gone
His anger was soothing lullaby
Inside those eyes like a grey stone
She saw anger and pain endured
Mesmerized by the life they shone.
One with a pair having nothing
Another pair with matured grey blur
As if in there a world comes to living
Even if a blackhole tries to devour
There will be eyes to hold onto something.
wickedness whirled, when
women worshipping witches
witnessed witchcrafts- will
They have slept with their fathers
Shall we seek for revenge?
Even the emotions could no longer contain our sisters
All we sing now is dirge.
I could hear the wailing of infants and cry of women
the sound of swords clanging and shouting of men
Everywhere... I see darkness
Death! like we had no fortress
Shall we seek for revenge?
... All we sing now is dirge!
They have slept with their fathers
Left their children and wives
Shall we seek for revenge?
who will console our mothers?
When will grateful tears well up in our eyes ?
All we sing now is dirge.
How long shall we fold our arms or fight for peace?
When will the deafening and raging battle cease ?
Shall we seek for revenge?
... All we sing now is dirge!
Pity the poor women of Afghanistan
In the hands of the ruthless Taliban
Repressed and put down
In a shapeless black gown
At the disposal of any overbearing man.
written August 12, 2021
neon
blinking lights
in a dark bar
decorates shadows
makes her feel dour
lean cowboy approaches her
something is wrong, she feels it
another woman offers to dance
one more mommy won’t be home tonight
Sparus Anus
The rectal Bream
is a wayward Bream
Known to insert into
uncovered channels.
Especially when in
fragrance infused waters.
So women
keep covered.
by a fabric strong.
Or spend a few hours
horizontal face down.
Sheba was a woman whose laugh scared alley people.
It preceded her from every corner of a fish market.
She loved being loud and boisterous, loved attention.
We always had followers when she was about.
That she had long skinny legs and a heart face helped.
Her eyes were cat’s eye green, and she had blonde hair.
“Men date blondes, but they don’t marry them,” Mother said.
Sheba did not know this. By twenty-six she had been married thrice.
She did not have to keep a job long, or at all.
The men she went after wore suits and drove expensive cars.
She demanded they produce their bank statements on the second date.
If they declined, there was not a third date. She was decisive.
She was not great at computers, but she could make a date on one.
She did and often; I imagine she had six or eight dates a week.
It's how she paid her rent, and bought groceries; she liked these things.
She may have made the wrong date.
She disappeared eight months ago.
Or maybe she asked the wrong guy for his bank statement.
The wind is cathartic
Makes her feel loved
Reminds her of her childhood
She sees the lighthouse
A place that terrified her during her youth
For it is where her uncle lived
She knew better than to get too close
Feeling his pedophilic tendencies
Almost before he knew they were there
She suspected he was the Lighthouse killer
And possibly this was the lighthouse
She tiptoed past quickly
Even though he was long gone,
There was an evilness about this place
She heard the screams of young women every time she passed it.
Call girl of Thulhu?
I smiled at the voice at the end of the phone.
Not been in action for many years, but had a keenness for a kill.
Sure is, I said in my youngest voice.
Happy it did not crack or give my age.
You can do some delectable things for five hundred? A question.
I said “six” to see if he would bite.
A slight hesitation
We negotiated to five fifty.
Agreed to meet at the Slingback, a seedy motel.
You could torture someone here.
No one would call the cops.
They would not show up in this divvy place
Too scary.
More than one cop had probably
already been murdered at the Slingback.
Run by Mama M,
Nickname: Mama Mortician.
Got out my knives and lovingly polished them.
They had not seen daylight since ’85 when I took out several men
No idea my trick was polishing his knives too
Screams, screeches, groans and wails,
Brutalities, agonies, torture, and blood,
Tear Gases, pallet guns, bullets and bombs
Humanity sobs, world is falling apart
Does anyone care?
Kids are blinded
Men are jailed
Women are molested
The old are tortured
Luckily, you have food
Billions are starving
You have a warm blanket
Trillions live under the frigid sky
Dreams are murdered
Voices are unheard
Wishes are being blurred
Every heart has become graveyard
Sweet melodies step down as Sighs take over the throne
Rainbow of Joy is washed off by the deluge of tears
Soul of humanity becomes a pray of endless wild Forest of Wars
While atrocities have robbed Jaws of their smiles..
Yet you say the world is beautiful??
Yeah, for you, as you are at peace….
Come out of your palace
You will see….
Sky painting itself red!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Blood oceans, barren trees, burnt houses,
Teared eyes, and shattered bodies
Earth is ugly
Earth is savage
Earth is a cage
Earth is but a jinxed place
(10-02-2020)
Paghunda Zahid