Short Dread Poems
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Stardust lay o'ver demon who had lost a gleeman
Shadowy as nightfall, haunted like vile downfall
Drip,
Deadlines all down drains,
Friends blown off with seasonal snot,
Time racing by like raging runoff,
Drip, drip, drop
Howdy - put this in your craw!
Tell your ma. Tell your pa.
Yes sir, you have my word -
verily, I'll pull my sword.
I'm the poet swordsman of Arkansas.
blood-red skies thunder
a dark boat hauntingly moves
across flaming seas.
27/03/2023
Hell Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
One thing I really dread
is getting out of bed,
but, when I do, I have so much fun
that when the day is done,
the thing I really dread
is getting back in bed.
we rejoice at
His return,
but then it happens
again-and-again
6/14/22
Defeat Dread
Vanquish fear.
Bond…knowing
God strengthens.
Inspired by reflections on the Holy Bible
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 3, 2010
Poetic form: Senryu
I laid a garland at her head
Of knotted words
Left unsaid.
Rusted flowers
In a bed
Of memories
All but dead.
Eyes red
Heart bled
Courage fled
But no tears shed
...But no tears shed...
Guide me O Lord
Your Way I can't afford
In you I see the light
That shines in the night
I hope each day you see my heart
I pray we never be apart
My faith is strong
With you I can't be wrong
Form:
A Black driver, pulled over.
Out comes White cop, approaching.
Scared, he's thinking morbid thoughts.
"Is this my last day?"
Date posted: 07/30/2021
Says he dreads his demonic disease,
But he spreads it like cheap processed cheese.
Don't think you can blame ME!
You'll never inflame ME!
What???....Mister Mephistopheles...PLEASE!!!
• These thoughts that fill me with dread
• Make me wanna rip the hairs off my head
• I can't even be bothered to wake up on time
• I'll fall back asleep at the drop of a dime
I
just
walked
back into
the kitchen
for some juice
and then walked
out with a sandwich,
a glass of milk, sweets
and the TV remote
that I lost when
I last went in
my kitchen
an hour
ago
Words fail to explain her
Without doubt, sinister
Wearisome, she’s dreaded
Washed in blackest shadows
Wearing death like a cape
Wrathful as hell’s fury
Wishing for Halloween
I
dread
boredom
wakefulness
the silence panics
My life has spun out of control
Embarking on a new day is a daunting task now
I must escape from this suffocating prison before I descend further into madness.
If you think that your life’s in reverse —
so adverse that you can’t help but curse,
I’ve got news for you, pal:
it might harm your morale...
Things are certain to get muchly worse.
You must tell what I am when I tell you what I am not!
The area where a red giant swims? That I am not!
The funny fish with the head of a horse? That I am not!
The University with long haired students? That I am not!
Witch in Salem, you see,
Needs spelling, tee hee,
Wizard held another,
Toad was his mother,
Witchy cast charms,
Warts on his arms,
Bald was his head,
Maidens did dread,
Pustules appeared,
Grinning, witch feared!
happy thoughts are sometimes fed,
keep happy ones sublime,
crappy ones decline,
control any source of dread:}
cos they can undermine...
and stand you on your head..
where you mentally unwind,
as poor old johnson said!
a shiver down my spine
alerts me of a sign
something isn't right
will i die tonight
every day my stomach tightens
and everything around me frightens
don't tell me it isn't how i feel
I'm telling you now this is for real
Form:
Golden Maple leaves
Skim along the pond's hard face
In the cold knowledge
That dreads with winter's approach-
Harbinger of snowy dunes.
Winner: 2nd Place End of Summer, Beginning of Fall Tanka, Tania Kitchin (Sponsor) 8/27/26
JOURNEY MIND MAP (24/25) — DREAD
Sense sure stake
Face form fake
In last fling
Late croon strings
Loss brings dread
Touch feels dead
One last leap
Still last sleep
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
18 January 2021
Singapore
Beans
What did I do to deserve you?
You mash between my fingers, my toes
I bathe in the sweet, slippery fantasy of
Beans
You exhilarate my appetite
Your sauce swims through my intestines
You saved me from this desolate existence
Beans
I am a tenant
of your penance.
I reside in your house of discontent.
My whispers scream
too loud
and yet
a voice too small to be heard.
I live in a vastness of silence
of words which cannot be heard.
This house is called dread.
Form:
Creation
slips off firm gyration,
Stark convulsions, wildly fluctuate.
Where fanatic zealots refuse to deviate
when the blare of trumpets finally obviate
any need for recourse for the dead?
Watch the moon, rusting red.
Feel the dread.
Form: