Short Dark Horror Poems
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In a see through gown
she floats in the air
At the foot of my bed
she gave a cold stare
I feel dread
Could not move
could not scream
This is not a dream
As today, we gather to celebrate
a created monster, judged first rate,
we credit, not just Frankenstein, but you,
the cadaver that made this dream come true.
The sea,
It raged,
It raged,
It raged,
As it pummelled
The lonely shore,
As if to say;
Dare to enter,
Dare to enter,
Dare to enter,
And you’ll see dry land -
No more …
they bite
and tear the biters do
these unseen nighters
circling
for should you sleep
give unto thee
then wake
to find their wound
on you
then wake
to find their wound
There once was a man from Pennsylvania
Who checked out the night life in Transylvania
He met a girl one night
Who took him out for a bite
Ya know, a night out with Vampira will drain ya!
with unconsoled cries
weeping and gnashing their teeth ~
their worm never dies
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for the Hell Haiku Poetry Contest
sponsored by Robert James Liguori
written on 3/26/23
condemned souls afire
hotter than a thousand suns ~
lucifer's abode
Hell Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Date written: 03/27/2023
My worst nightmare sat down beside me
With the most angelic face
And whispered things too hard to swallow
His smile sweetening the taste
“All that’s wicked has the upper hand
“All that’s pure has gone to waste.”
I like it when the Sun goes down,
I like it when it's dark,
I have two pointy fangs you see,
And I like to leave my mark.
Entry for
What I Like Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
28/2/19
Every child knows the moon has a face
that looks down kindly on the human race.
But can anyone ever calm the screams
of the frightened child who constantly dreams
of the demon face that's never shewn
on the dark side of that self-same moon?
Hells tree where I hang
A round sack colour black
Inside little black Knots woven along ropes of black
Of all my sins that need paying to clear my rent
All would be paid to clear but prayer is also needed.
I am of age to face my debt.
With a glimmer of hope.
Invader of flesh, bone, and blood
Rudely invites itself in
To wreak harrowing havoc.
No ringing of doorbell;
Not so much as a knock -
Cancer
Date written: 11/17/2022
A place between dreams, of sentiments to quell.
Fragments of silence, pierce the living hell.
Lost are those who know, the cold and dark of time.
True substance of horror, cruel emptiness to hide.
Leave me sorrow now, go calmly from despair.
Slowly into daylight, quiet with out fear
Form:
Through the jungles of sick suburbia
He lustfully stalked his prey.
She was only young, a child of just ten
That he took and brutally feasted on.
Savage desires within compelled him
To befriend the pretty Grace;
She so died by his hand, cannibalistic
Urges he boasted were his thrill.
MOON LUST
Deformation of a stained moon,
(Lovers look at that far away man)
And his buttons pop pride full.
(Goose bumps appear as a wolf howls)
Spilled tears as the moon shuts its eyes,
Transforms into a fearful crescent.
The gigantic wolf sleeps in lover’s arms
For lust of spicier morsels after battle.
confusion slips into our beds
games the minds of gentle heads
twists familiars to never-beens
personas dark mask every scene
far away from hearth and home
on echoes' endless shouts I roam
in vain retrieve my former life
confusion wakes ~ a butcher knife
Petrifying prediction proffered.
Abhorrent abominations
and shapeless shadows stalk streets.
Perpetually pitch
as Luna's light lapsed.
Prostrate and pray:
Stygian
nightmare
roused.
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28th April 2017
For the "Form N - Ninette or Nonet" contest, sponsored by Broken Wings.
(Eighth Place)
Away the seconds tick,
inside my head I hear the click.
The roar, the blast, the crazy sounds,
the sirens equipped with snarling hounds.
The words, the screams the hollering dead,
all the voices in my head.
With the fall I fell the breeze
death to avoid their wretched tease.
With the jump, the slip, the fall,
only one tear shed from them all.
Form:
My hand holds the knife
As it hovers in the air
Awaiting to massacre the dead.
Every cut precise
And meticulously planned
No matter the bloody mess.
Pieces of flesh fill the air.
Some discarded as waste.
Some saved for taste.
Split open bones with
Nerves exposed as I
Finish my task at hand.
Clean up the blood
And prepare the salad
For our fresh chicken dinner.
Slithering tentacles glide atop
And s stormy abyss beneath
One abyss staring into other's heart
Between stands the light,
desolate and discreet
When did the mermaids
sing the melodious songs
Why did the mighty Neptune weep
What swallowed the mighty sun
When did this eternal night creep
Years, months or centuries passed?
Or has it been barely just a week
They have been here for thousands of years,
walking among us in our fears.
Creatures of blood with power and might,
they come in the dark, they come in the night.
Eyes that look into your soul,
you feel the power, they take control.
Your body rises as you bleed,
their blood lust uncontrolled as they feed.
The spirit taken from this life,
to join the children of the night.
JSergi
Contest: Poems from the Vampire
The great and never ending
Always pretending
To be that big f@@k of a presence
His essence too shallow
His steps too big
There's no rhythm
Just sweat
And odor
The mindless excursion
From thoughts of twisted perversion
The path is always crooked
The night is always deep
Dark and slippery
His stomach empty
He lurks…
Waiting
Broken jagged teeth
Ripped flesh and bone
Traces of life
Gone
Gone
Gone
Let me hold your heart,
And taste of it,
Let me scream you to sleep,
Let me drift menacingly,
Into your dreams,
Let me be your everything,
I'll whisper hateful things,
Deep into your mind,
I'll take away the peace,
You've hoped so long,
To find,
Let me caress your cheek,
And watch it bleed,
I am nothing,
Everything,
I am who you see,
More or less,
A misery,
Good company,
Your disease,
I am pure insanity.
humans are not all inherently the same
each individual is trapped in a room
with one or more unique cognitive windows
and i either have one broken glass window
or a billion overlapping windows with various distorting filters
i don't remember something ever being thrown at my window
from the outside, anyway
but i can't trust what's in this room
They have control; it is Them you see
i've been handcuffed and chained to the wall
Everyone warns you of the darkness.
But no one tells you whats in there.
Have you seen the monster in the closet or under the bed?
That's me.
I am the darkness.
I am the monster hiding waiting for you.
Truth is I'm human,
I'm just like you.
I just think different.
Look around the darkness is all around us.
Whether it's the filthy rich person,
the family that's barely making it,
We're all monsters.
Sucked into the darkness