Short Curdling Poems
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Thud, thud.....
Ghastly hush broke.
Spooky noise of the wind.
Blood-curdling darkness, who is there ??
Silence......
A Step Away
Blood-curdling
screams reverberate
in Spanish
bullrings where
death awaits a step away,
“Olé!” Spectators yell.
With little hope within this day..... Tomorrow
arrives like spoilt milk and.......... Is
the curdling basis for................. Another
creamy, buttery........................ Day.
prove me a poem
that has known love not
our proof
has been purchased
always blood bought
riddled misfortunes
curdling in a cup
drinking butter
milk
from
breast
leather tuft
?
Form:
A pirate captain yelling orders on deck,
Was bitten by his parrot on the neck,
His blood-curdling scream
Followed by a volley of blaspheme,
Caused him to be known as Captain Peck.
From shattered dreams. (A)
Comes a broken heart. (B)
With blood-curdling screams. (A)
From endless fights. (C)
Come sleepless nights. (C)
With lives torn apart. (B)
From horrendous sights. (C)
Come nightmares in extremes. (A)
A street light flickers and dies in the dead of night
Complete Darkness
Silence
The distant sound of a dog barking
Complete Darkness
Silence
Two chilling blood curdling screams
Complete Darkness
Silence
Footsteps approaching
Complete Darkness
Then Silence!
Jibes flew across as sharp
jutting arrows stabbing
jolts chilling blood curdling
jarred sensibilities
Juxtaposed between sects
jagged edged racial slurs
jettisoned global peace
Contest Pleiades J
Six syllables in each line
date 4th March 2017
layers of a personality
apple cheeked marionettes
acting evil and good
soothing smooth smiles
and blood curdling stares
sometimes the arms drop off
with clattering noise
clothing will tear
or succumb to linen rot
but heroes and villains shine only at night
so ordinary in the light
Satan wasn’t a wicked bloke; he was once an angel.
But the fellow fell because of his pride & desire.
And the Lord sent him to the torturous realm called hell.
So here’s where the devil punishes the sinful souls in darkness & fire,
Here’s where this brute's chained blood-curdling creatures dwell.
Flesh eating zombies and gore;
Blood curdling screams I abhor.
In my neighborhood,
Folks are up to no good;
And the blood doesn’t come from a store.
Bodies rise up from the dead;
Yet they can’t take a shot to the head.
The logic is lame,
George Romero’s to blame;
I think I’ll watch Dexter instead.
On pathways that lead to the dungeons of Hades
Macabre black ravens feast on decaying corpses
Through cracks in the wall see the dancing flames
Hear blood curdling screams of the damned within.
Written 20th February 2020
For Poe-etic Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
Sunbeams in mounting streams bound over frozen seams
Picturesque azure canvas doth glazed eyes enrapture
Rhythmic breezes through sprouting timber wheezes
Iridescent glow on curdling brooks doth blissfully row
Nestling birds sing with frivolity of each, mating fling
Green carpet of svelte threads across meadow spreads
A valentine day, he bought a bunch of flowers in a pot of desire,
and walked with running smile to plunge heart in the burning fire.
he reached at the spot and sun rays warmth his surrounding,
the charming birds 're singing a song and air has leaves curdling.
she was in kissing with someone he fall over in a different dire.
Tattoed spirits Riding the waves Prehistoric man Out from the
caves Curdling war cries From ghostly braves Cries of freedom
Echoed by slaves Ghostly figures Voices from the graves These
shooting stars The Gods timely saves Richard Ferry
On Halloween night, creatures roam the street
Vampires, a ghost wearing a white bed sheet
I hear blood curdling screams
I'm sure they'll haunt my dreams
Freaky things won't keep me in ~"Trick or treat?"
Halloweeen Inspired Limerick Contest
Sponsor~Tania Kitchin ~ 10~9~2020
Syllables checked at howmanysyllables
10~10~6~6~10
They are what they learn,
and they've learned so much
from their pastors and teachers
when mom wasn't there,
and dad was defining himself.
They are loved second hand
by aunts and uncles distant and suspect.
From the back of a hand
to the stroke of a cheek,
confusion curdling self-respect.
They are what they're used to,
it stems from regard or neglect.
I’d seen him lurking in the shadows
He’d been stalking me for hours
All alone in the house
I was at his mercy
Finally, he backed me into a corner
I let out a blood curdling scream
startled, he ran off in a blind panic
directly into the jaws of the mousetrap I’d set
It closed with a loud SNAP
Who needs a cat… adieu pesky mouse!
They are what they learn,
and they've learned so much
from their coaches and teachers
when mom wasn't there,
and dad was defining himself.
They are loved second hand by aunts
and second cousins twice removed,
from the back of a hand to the stroke of a cheek,
confusion curdling self-esteem.
They are what they love,
it depends on the fist or the glove.
They are what they learn,
and they've learned so much
from their coaches and teachers
when mom wasn't there,
and dad was defining himself.
They are loved second hand by aunts
and second cousins twice removed,
from the back of a hand to the stroke of a cheek,
confusion curdling self-esteem.
They are what they love,
it depends on the fist or the glove.
Dear parents, don't you agree
that you all quite regularly see
Your tiny pranksters shouting loud -
Higher and shriller than they are allowed?
So here's the solution to end all your worries -
When your naughty little poppet stealthily scurries
To make blood-curdling, spine-tingling, uproarious noises,
Just scare them to silence with their headmasters' voices!
A haunting comes unexpected,
perhaps that’s the delicious draw;
Strolling the woods with a guffaw,
nature’s buzz leaves you elated;
Every sense may seem upended,
red bared skin on your wrist is raw;
A haunting comes;
Your pulse has become upgraded
put into pace by a chainsaw;
The blood curdling scream’s first law:
‘Leave all their calm devastated.’
A haunting comes.
A time for werewolves, zombies, bones,
For spiders, vampires, ghosts and bats,
Blood curdling shrieks and chilling moans,
Of walking corpses, witches’ cats,
See scuttling beetles, ghouls and rats.
Old warlocks chant and banshees cry,
The carved out pumpkins light the way,
And broomsticks soar across the sky,
As shrivelled mummies flaunt decay:
It’s Halloween or All Souls’ Day.
Glass
Pelts my face
Like sharp, cold snow
Blood
Oozes from my skin
Curdling as frozen wind touches my skin
Muscles
Torn and shredded
Tried to save myself from hell
Bones
Cold to the marrow
Bitter winter makes them jump
Nerves
Quivering with adrenaline
Twitching, shaking with pain
Death
Glares at me
I glare right back, walking away,
a smirk on my face.
"Pop! Pop! Pop!" goes a squeezed Desert Eagle.
Two innocent bodies drop; funeral to be held for one.
Fleeing block party crew scatter like startled lemmings.
A drive-by shooting; blood curdling screams follow.
Repeated cries of "Somebody call an ambulance!"...
Yet another day, somewhere in America.