Short Horrors Poems
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On bended knees I felt the horrors
Of death as it gushed out blood on me
Behind closed eyes,
On perky breast of a female death.
Oh the horrors and pain of love,
For those that have seen it,
For those that have heard of it,
And for those that has never touched it.
Dark alleyways loom,
Within the dreamtime cities;
Foreboding horrors;
Of which I dare not mention.
Beware alleyways of mind.
hidden not to elicit
a trifle response
spiteful mordacious
shackled on a horde race
cartridge loiter about the ground
wizened with years
4/3/2017
Have you seen the words of Stephen King?
Which reap from hell unspeakable things?
Horrors worse than death border your brain
And rob the mind of much needed sane.
Siblings fight for peace
unknown horrors they now face
theatres of war
fallen, in recognition
we must save the surviving
"Saving Private Ryan"
When surrounded by the horrors of our hatred
I am grateful for those who have the ability to find…
In the midst of the most difficult of situations….
the courage to be kind.
Father Time, depicted as ‘the Grim Reaper’
House of Horrors gatekeeper
Holding a scythe, ready to strike
Where's ‘Papa,’ who loved me as a tyke?
Fallen Autumn leaves know the babbling water's dialect,
the language of the mute stream, Socratic running of its mouth.
Pretzeled on a stump, I dream what horrors and wonders I've missed.
Broken soldiers
Splintered dreams
Huddled
The horror of now
Haunted
By the horrors of then
Scarred, sutured,
But as yet
Un-cauterized
Wounds
Forever bleeding
Into their present
Head and heart misaligned
Happiness is denied
Halting the flow of thought
Horrors spawned by mind die
Honing silence with bliss
Hunger for God’s touch grows
Heaven’s light dawns within
In illusions
senseless disorder
illogical reasoning
embeds reality.
A lonesome
improbability drapes
inner struggles,suggesting loss.
Holding on to you.
Despair reigns upon the sunrise
Agony awakens the motionless body
Endlessly traveling in unwanted horrors
Symptomatic desires
Observed only within darkness
A mirage of the mind
a cradle rocks with a lullaby
two small eyes closed and smiling
milk still on her little tongue
but what milk of horrors
locked up in the oven’s womb
succumbs the son of doom
1/31/2019
Glimpse an empire in sweated palm burdened with pain centuries old;
Horrors and stalagmites hang in beautiful tragedy Gods have told:
Within soil surrounding bluest calm, such memories you hold.
evil
a genocide
wrapped in hypocrisy
cruel unspeakable horrors
of heinous crimes against humanity
in blatant scorn for the impending wrath of god
~
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
The night is a den
of mixed horrors
A trap
where you sleep with the dead
Any light
that’s remiss or left vacant
A pathway
—to gravestones unread
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Countless experienced
The horrors of war
Communism
World hunger
Undeniable
Historical data.
Then thousands
Witnessed his miracles
Heard the message
Yet distrust the Son
Of God.
Were the times lacking
DVD’s?
Dear Santa please bring me good news from all the world; that peace will be the future.
Bring everyone contentment, love and good health too.
In short, obliterate the horrors, in the world today; thank you.
Father of Mine,
What horrors have you seen?
That kept you from us
From the family that we could never be?
I love you
And I fear that the further you drift,
That you’ll answer L’apple du vidde.
Is it so wrong to be worried?
I love you.
Above, behind
Calling down ever from gentle horrors inside,
Judging kindly, listening mindfully now,
Openly perusing quaint reality,
Staying truthful under vain watch,
Xenophobic,
Youthfully zealous.
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Neon and noise.
Night-world horrors.
Whose reflections, whose echoes
Showed not, nor shook
Its panes and doors.
Conscience-singeing.
Waywardly flapped.
Strange appeal! Once sought but through
A moonlight kiss.
A round dance. Clapped.
old men deciding
sending young to die
grandmothers crying
destroying families
killing people’s dreams
devastation
terrible horrors
sanctioned murders
innocents die
no one wins
upheaval
strife and stress
skirmish
battle
war
I think
I will
and I create--
keep your thoughts
pure, with a heart
full of love;
be conscious
of who you are
and the power
of mind—we
share both our
blessings and
horrors.
Man is no
Island...and the
universe, a sea
of relations.
Kill them all
Genocide
Progrom
Terorism
Kill him now
Murder
Manslaughter
Suicide
Poison
The killings of the killers
The death of the dead
The doom of the soul
The destruction of life
The horrors of life is
The death of the soul