Short Creeped Poems
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Hope was there for a long time...
Creeped several efforts to climb
Now it faded away by the pause
It is lost because there is a cause...
eeriest feelings
dark foreboding atmosphere
fear lurks in shadows
walking faster now
an invisible stalker
scary chase begins
only in my head
or is he gaining on me
maniacal laugh
I was sound asleep
The man was insistent
Called my name three times
I thought it was my cell mate
I was disturbed
He was fast asleep
Creeped me out
I did not know what to do
Still don't
The morning creeped and crawled its way,
’Til night was but a dream;
Then, bursting through the clouds above,
Indeed, just yearning to be seen:
That morning light did bask the ground,
And gave the dew its sheen!
I sat above my wiffle waffle dog who had orange antlers today
Watching a weird little duck like creature dancing my way.
He jumped onto my wiffle waffle dog and began to balance and sway.
I noticed then that he had human legs, which creeped me out said Kay.
I have fallen into an unearthly pit of darkness
The walls have all but closed in
A glimpse of light has creeped in through a tiny crevice
Hopes and dreams are fading into the darkness
Pessimism is setting in as the light retreats
Love, my long lost friend
Goodbye and bon voyage
Roscoe, a retriever, has brought human remains to her owner.
Gladys, her owner, is creeped out.
This is not the first time Roscoe has brought her human remains.
He is an honorary police detective.
It is the fourth time he has discovered a body.
The police chief appreciates his work.
Pain creeped in with the early hours of the morning,
I was doubled over in pain.
As I was screaming,
my dad was wrapping me in a blanket.
Off to the hospital he sped,
then carrying me through the big doors.
My appendix was about to burst open,
emergency surgery was for me.
Mirroring salted sweat of limes.
Dreadful long march creeped and galloped.
No home seek looms.
A half way of death.
Quadruped war for nothing.
Tremor feet seek a poplar silhouette.
Shaded shadow similar to angel's wing.
Rain, snow, wind, sunlight , eyes dropped.
Mom, our mansard roof missed us.
Master of time,
Master of death,
You were once both,
and I creeped as your shadow.
Now your blood drips from my fingers,
blood worthy of hallow,
while you lie lifelessly dead.
Time has no master
and neither does death,
when I burn down the world,
and oblivion next!
Burn! Burn ever so faster.
Fire, bring death to disaster.
Mammals cried on the domestic site.
They were pursued by homeless shelters.
A calamitous plan destroyed the primate.
Declaring war creeped on mining wheelers.
Deforestation triggered ruins.
They left a ministerial threat.
Incendiary propaganda mouthed great.
The rules crawled havoc with it.
State gave them a baleful coat.
Nocent chemical found it.
I dreamt of stars
And I saw your face,
Appear above grey clouds of night.
I dreamt of stars,
And your voice called to me,
Through the haze I saw your hand and took it.
I dreamt of stars,
And saw things unknown,
I saw galaxies and creatures and knew I was home.
I dreamt of stars
But when I opened my eyes,
Reality creeped in and I was alone again...
Form:
You filled the blackness in my heart.
Healed the many scars.
Weakness took you over
Past creeped into the present.
Strength you could not find.
You lost to your mind.
With a circus of thoughts circling through your head.
It left you blind.
You could not see the truth, so I was the cost.
I lost my world, and payed the price.
The price was you.
Who which I lost.
The mint creeped back into my pores, all over my body.
Dripped from your neck onto my tongue.
You were silent for a moment as you looked over my curves.
I could feel the milk of my skin satisfying the desert of your lips.
Your eyes lost in your mind.
Confused fear reflected in your iris.
The flames of your past igniting your pupil.
I closed my eyes, And let them envelop my heart.
Whats real becomes fake,
and fake is forever,
we try not to break,
but never say never.
What we take for granted,
turns to ash in our hands,
the seed that was planted,
is the means to the end.
Let the end begin,
lets start the decline,
the outside has creeped in,
and we've blurred the line.
And love once received,
can always remain,
but we need to believe,
oh ugly faith!
The darkness that once creeped over me is gone,
you became my light.
when you noticed my scars,
you kissed them and the pain away.
you became my hero,
and fought away my demons.
your the reason i hold my head high,
cause when i look up i see you.
i see a future so bright with you,
it hurts my eyes.
no one in this world can make me feel the way you do,
and for this i thank you my love!
you know that corner of the house that you hate?
please refresh it or change it fast, without debate
It might be a closet, attic, or that dark hall.
Restructure it, paint it, change it before next Fall.
Oh, you are too frightened to venture near it?
There may be a demon or devil attached to it.’
You had better sell and move away – do it tonight.
Your feelings are there for a reason, right?
Achingly slow the way that we kissed,
enjoying the entrapment we laid in.
You commemorated this with cursive.
The soft swirl and soft hand of cursive
matched us as the paper was kissed.
Italics bold as your tongue trucked in.
It was comforting how you creeped in
with flirtation flowing in pristine cursive.
Immortality penned the way you kissed.
A love letter french kissed in cursive.
So creeped out by my own ideas,
So I am so bad as I seemed, because
So and so said so, and
So and so sees it, and I'm
So scared to be what I'm scared of, what
So and so is said to be, what is
So so bad, so bad as it seems, she's
So creeped out said so and so, and
So scared to see it for so long, and
So and so said so, with
So and so and so and so, so
So so so so so so so.
So very much done with this.
Loud crazy-sounding hullabaloo in the center of town
Carnival? Fiesta? Mobsters? Balloon-shaping clown?
We could not wait for our parents to slumber
Creeped out of our windows, hid behind piles of lumber
Ran down there to see whatever mischief we could
The square was empty except for a lone pile of pine wood
Our parents’ cameras had shown them what we had done
They were soon there also, spoiling our fun
Will tomorrow be smiles and lovely
Will your smile ever be real to me again
I don't know how to change what is
Time has creeped upon you and I
Grey is our hair and loose is our skin
Those things don't matter
Just the way you speak unkindly
Hurts me to my soul
Bitter blood boils through my veins
Tension causes stress points in my face
My smile has been away for awhile
I miss that smile
I miss your laughter
What should we do or say?
William Wee the whacky walrus from Waikiki
brought along a book, a banana and a ukelele
the book was about aliens, he was creeped out about them
the banana was rotten in places, we cut it down on a whim
the ukelele was great, and William Wee’s singing voice fine
He sang songs to us all day, I believe I counted twenty-nine
You cannot say he is not a party all by himself, my dad said.
William Wee was humble and shy; his ears promptly turned red
The ol master was fast asleep
In his bedroom,a little mouse creeped
He stood on the floor by the masters bed
And made his request
Please ol master
Leave out a chunk of cheese
And i won't gnaw on your sleeve
One day i'll grow into a big rat
Please ol master
Lock up your cat
The doors were closed
But he walked straight in
I was deep asleep
In darkness he creeped
He was my saviour
My cheek he kissed
And woke me up from my slumber
Of regrets and conflicts
He walked me out
Of the cold dungeon
And held my hand taut
My fears burgeoned
I do still fear the darkness
I won't lie
But he's always around
To my wishes he complies
He's scared I'll leave him
I know I might slip away
But I'm sure if darkness consumes me
He will always find a way.
Stop and think for a moment
about how it has creeped up.
Its a world of throw away.
Just trash you think; disposible.
Everything just junked
athough it has a use still.
Piles and piles of things
filling up the landfills.
And when it comes down to it
so are we disposible like trash.
The promotion promised gone
the excuse flimsy and week.
Because at the end of the day
we live in a disposible world!
With no or little value attached
to anything its all simply disposible!