Terror Poems - Poems about Terror

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There’s a lot of strange things going on in our world and our governments keep many of these sinister goings on under wraps. Quote by poet. At the edge of our town was a heavily guarded building, and was rumoured that it was an offshoot of area 51, You could easily drive past it because it was surrounded...

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Snow falls silently here On Pahalgam's mourning hills Pure crystal white turned red White flakes bear witness to loss Each one holds a mother's tear Snow remembers all Innocent faces frozen In time's bitter glass Terror's footprints disappear Yet snow preserves the sorrow Through snow-capped...

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Mental Terror Man is born to be a man. God created this principle God created his image. His image. The human Intelligence, free will, imagination, and the ability to act We are the material fantasy of the God. His livings The part of nature in our life. Of our life with God. I love life, God. Mental terror blocks my life...

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What do you do when your head feels like a million pounds, your chest is buried underground, where worms and slugs and filth abound, and rocks compound overhead, compounding a heaviness which even the heaviest cannot heave. Where mere moments make a millennia of torment - For sleepless nights make endless days and endless days make immortality - And mine is underground Far Far Underground Where hell itself...

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You'd never know Surely no one could tell I almost took my life ten months ago From the flames inside that burned a living hell Where demons dwell and angels ache to break free from below It mustn't show, the absent soul hidden within a counterfeit shell...

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We were five in the room, Mama whispered her last prayer before bed, the fan turned slowly, tired like the rest of us. It was just another night stars above, silence below. Then the silence cracked open like a curse. They came with shadows wrapped around them, faces hidden, but eyes burning red. No one spoke. Only machetes did. And they had a lot to...

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How did the sea become a crime? How did its blue become a bruise on the face of history? How did the verdure turn into red wrath, breathing fire into burned hearts, leaving behind it a black, frosty funeral? How did the tree become a Fury? Her strands of fire strewn above the dew and tranquil mounts Furious fire and melted iron Lava and...

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(“Utopia and Terror Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil) The Age of Terror It’s a new reign of terror With demon hit squads roaming the earth To lurk on roof tops, hedges And parking lots for their attack While cowardly anonymous callers SWAT The unsuspecting next in line. All the time the voice boxes With their silent protest paddles And bullhorns call for mayhem...

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Lorenzo Pietro Berra was every opposition’s terror to watch him on film is like deja vous all over again ...

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The government is no longer farcical Most intelligent ones have ceased laughing Mein Kampf is in the rulebook now Our new dictators have it down pat Censor anything they do not believe or advocate Jail or kill those who protest Control the media Target a specific group Be ruthless in pursuit Intimidating and bullying; forcing their will on the rest of us There will soon...

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The scene stopped me in my tracks, Crimson bursting through darkly gray. "Another cold, dark morning," I mused. As I turned to walk away... "Beware the Ires of March, Watchman! Scoffers attack like mad hornets! I AM stirring their secret hives, Exposing their darkly terror. They will reap what they have sown, When I unleash My holy terror!" "How do I confirm this,...

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He was born from a well of family unlike many Educated in a good school with many others They fondly remmember what were his likes They say he was of a good demeanor and calm So it pains to pen that after school and a course The frustration of persistent lack of employment Led the Valiant Gee to open up a...

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The dark rooms of my mind take me to a new place every night, This place beams of sunshine, with beautiful sight. This feeling is indeed real, but far from reality, Still, this place thrives my personality. This is a dream, but I did not choose it, it chose me, It is a new era in a different country, Where it...

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I was mistaken, this flesh was a delicate cage, With bars adorned with hints of desire, And shadows widened in the twilight, I called on the quiet and searched The echoes of longing for answers As I walked on the brink of hunger and terror. But in the silent surge of love’s embrace, An unknown voice emerged, Wide and motionless Its song a...

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