Short Macabre Poems
Short Macabre Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Macabre by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Macabre by length and keyword.
Edgar Allen Poe
A writer and poet, his words did flow
He wrote of the macabre and bizarre
I should like to write on his par
a murder of crows
gathering in the gloaming,
swarming o'er gravestones...
denigrating the deceased?
or a macabre mourning?
inside the mirror
her macabre apparition
seen by a toddler
toddler is waving
invisible friend they think
non-seeing elders
the chemo…the cancer…the fungus,
bowel obstruction, pneumonia…
all joined hands,
in a macabre can-can to kill her.
5/25/2022
All those macabre minds,
they dismember the world’s hope;
Manifesting ease,
forgetting it’s worth the fight;
Riot is evolution.
The rot of humanity's shadow is not in the ink,
but in the darkness that fuels the pen,
gruesome daggers, dripping honeyed poison.
Wet blood on the floor
it must have drained out of her;
Forensics team blushed
and instantly looked away;
Hiding macabre obsession.
Red rose corset, black trim,
dress leaves little to imagination,
light lace to hide my secrets,
choker with meteor made black rose pendant.
Simmer ember tiny star
Supernova from a far
Azure wave through the void
Shattering marbles like glass toys
Simmer ember tiny star
Supernova all to char
There once was a delicate robber
Yet in his drink he'd drool and slobber
Sure he loved to drink beer
But to me it's unclear
Why 'Sir Dainty' was so macabre
A fleeting Fata Morgana that transmutes the deadly shiver of existence into the chrysopoeic alchemy of the infinite, where the boundaries of time and space are but a mere illusion.
Here lies no Herschel Victor Lance
Life didn’t give him a chance
He fell into a vat of molten iron
We buried his memory, perchance.
Written July 16, 2022
All Hallows' Eve
Ghastly, Macabre
Haunting, Shivering, Bewitching
Specters, Shadows, Saints, Seraphs
Praying, Glorifying, Rejoicing
Holy, Divine
All Saints' Day
Poem that is written with each gentle kiss
Music I play twitching the corners of my lips
Art brush paint four magnum opus till death
Final one I will whisper with my dying breath
Parading in the graveyard so silent and dark
Checking the date on the victims tombstones
But a Reaper must do his duty and play his part
And forever walk with darkness and macabre alone
In the underbelly of the behemoth,
where darkness devours the light,
lies the truth - a macabre cotillion
of vice and virtue, forever swirling,
a maddening waltz of the dualistic kiss.
There is but one thing in my life that matters,
one ounce of sand, the rest is finger extensions,
caught in the side breeze — that is all you need,
one thing to keep — oar the aspen river rose.
whistling
in the rain
how I love you
so they say
a dream is not
a nightmare in a play
a tragedy but whose to say
halved misery the other mystery
milks silken
savvy
ergo
me
yue
demeanour relaxed and affable
he was not a dancer, yet performed a jig
return gift an ivory photo frame for each guest
the painkiller shielded his terminal illness
dance of death enacted in jest
Autumn leaves
flutter
and fall
twirling in a
danse macabre
their scattered colors
brilliant, lay
in mock repose
and dry decay
lawn’s mosaic,
lowly cloak
they wait their turn
to go up in smoke
Always walking on eggshells
tip toeing around landmines;
Avoid being blown apart
the cracks weave into a web;
Desperate to make it through
a tricky dance with macabre;
Your thoughts suddenly explode.
monolith wrapped
with blackish aura
now old lion has
lost it's strength
wiggles under the
iron gossamer
sometimes yelps
yawns and sighs
waiting in labyrinth
for macabre end
For P.D'S contest
Wishing to view her ocean stand atop these shores..
Imagining nighttides the moon silence save whispers
Echoing an ancient surf; what is this mirage a macabre
Unto me but his tomb their grave ? My blood, she bleeds.
Form:
So you’ve been invited to meet the Addams family
Morticia, Gomez, Wednesday and young Pugsley
Beware they’re strange and morbid ~ macabre as they come
Caution: don’t stick around for dinner as a rule of thumb
She blazoned in profusion
sour braids stained
by years of catastrophe
macabre salutations evolve
become libidinous farewells
upon the handsome black boughs
lie wicked forewarnings
sheathed within
pseudo-identification