Poetry competition CLOSED 19th September 2024 10:25am
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A Case of Mistaken Identity
Poetry Contest Description
Write a horror-themed poem about doppelgangers.
Use the depths of your imagination and do your best to terrify the reader. Try to be vague or esoteric. You can be as verbose as you like, the moreso the better. No limitations on writing style, but no song lyrics with repeating stanzas, please. I look forward to some bone-chilling entries...
EDIT: Also, no vulgar language.
EDIT: Also, no vulgar language.
"Diabolical Oculus"
They walk behind with stolen tread
A mirror’s shade of pallid dread
No breath to speak, no eye to see
Yet mock the soul in mockery
They stalk the steps where shadows creep
And haunt the corners dark and deep
With hollow eyes and voiceless call
They mimic life, yet not at all
By Babylon's rivers, dark and wide
They steal the visions prophets cried
Like Jeremiah’s weeping scroll
They haunt the pathways of the soul
They carry words like whispers thin
With hints of wrath and hidden sin
Each gesture wrong, each smile askew
As visions false the prophets knew
From desert wastes where shadows wind
And demons roam in hearts confined
With hints of Lilith’s cruel embrace
They wear the names and steal the face
They walk in guise of lost Ezekiel’s sight
With twisted forms of wrong and right
In mirrored glass where shapes are torn
The watchers mock, reborn, reborn.
They feed on thoughts that twist and fray
On things unsaid and tucked away
With every breath you think your own
They draw you close, they make you known
Yet once you turn to meet their gaze
The world around you seems to haze
A looking glass of shattered schemes
A waking trap of fevered dreams
They wear your name, your voice, your face
In desert dark, where shadows chase
Where Belial’s whispers echo low
And kings of dust and terror grow
They mimic loves that long have passed
Trace wounds that prophets cast and cast
With hands like yours but colder still
They carve the shapes you cannot fill
Beneath the skin that shivers tight
They crawl and scratch and steal your light
With claws of Moloch’s ancient spite
They hollow out the coming nigh
Your shadow splits, your breath goes thin
As they pull you, inch by inch, within
A hollow shell that seems to speak
Yet all inside is pale and weak
Isaiah’s woe and Daniel’s fear
They murmur low and draw you near
With broken psalms and curses deep
That turn your prayers into the sleep
And should you meet their empty stare
And see yourself, but you’re not there
The terror of the self undone
The truth that you were not the one
For in the night, where mirrors break
And demons’ songs like thunder quake
They steal the steps you never take
And whisper low within your ear
"I am you, and you are here."
So fear the hour when shadows bend
When something follows without end
A figure vague, a dreadful mime
That trails you through the halls of time
For insidious shades stalk the mind,
They haunt the lost, they seek, they bind
In realms where prophets saw the fate
Of kings undone and heaven’s gate
And in the end, they will reveal
That you were never truly real
That demons watch with stolen guise
And drag you deep where darkness lies
They walk behind with stolen tread
A mirror’s shade of pallid dread
No breath to speak, no eye to see
Yet mock the soul in mockery
They stalk the steps where shadows creep
And haunt the corners dark and deep
With hollow eyes and voiceless call
They mimic life, yet not at all
By Babylon's rivers, dark and wide
They steal the visions prophets cried
Like Jeremiah’s weeping scroll
They haunt the pathways of the soul
They carry words like whispers thin
With hints of wrath and hidden sin
Each gesture wrong, each smile askew
As visions false the prophets knew
From desert wastes where shadows wind
And demons roam in hearts confined
With hints of Lilith’s cruel embrace
They wear the names and steal the face
They walk in guise of lost Ezekiel’s sight
With twisted forms of wrong and right
In mirrored glass where shapes are torn
The watchers mock, reborn, reborn.
They feed on thoughts that twist and fray
On things unsaid and tucked away
With every breath you think your own
They draw you close, they make you known
Yet once you turn to meet their gaze
The world around you seems to haze
A looking glass of shattered schemes
A waking trap of fevered dreams
They wear your name, your voice, your face
In desert dark, where shadows chase
Where Belial’s whispers echo low
And kings of dust and terror grow
They mimic loves that long have passed
Trace wounds that prophets cast and cast
With hands like yours but colder still
They carve the shapes you cannot fill
Beneath the skin that shivers tight
They crawl and scratch and steal your light
With claws of Moloch’s ancient spite
They hollow out the coming nigh
Your shadow splits, your breath goes thin
As they pull you, inch by inch, within
A hollow shell that seems to speak
Yet all inside is pale and weak
Isaiah’s woe and Daniel’s fear
They murmur low and draw you near
With broken psalms and curses deep
That turn your prayers into the sleep
And should you meet their empty stare
And see yourself, but you’re not there
The terror of the self undone
The truth that you were not the one
For in the night, where mirrors break
And demons’ songs like thunder quake
They steal the steps you never take
And whisper low within your ear
"I am you, and you are here."
So fear the hour when shadows bend
When something follows without end
A figure vague, a dreadful mime
That trails you through the halls of time
For insidious shades stalk the mind,
They haunt the lost, they seek, they bind
In realms where prophets saw the fate
Of kings undone and heaven’s gate
And in the end, they will reveal
That you were never truly real
That demons watch with stolen guise
And drag you deep where darkness lies
WIDE SCREEN LIFE STYLE
It's the vice. The jobs; The car extension of the dick;
Paris model clothes; Duplex with garage;
Social networks, Cell Phones;
Television with movie screen!?!?!?
You show yourself!
Show you! Shows the new TV with special effects
guaranteed when you tell them the price you paid;
The car you use to go to Mommy's
more turning her from the sad;
The Hyper - Mega - Recent Sound System
with which you wake up the neighbors on Sunday morning
with any Macarena or Lipa Doja shitty shit!
You impose your image!
You eat caviar, truffle and drink strange water!
Go on Holiday to Cuba
and takes a lot of sunken photos
of your ridiculous figures in biquini/short!
Purchase with the Express Card;
Read what they tell you to read!
You offer WWF money
and to some rehabilitation center
to be able to sleep better.
PROVIDE YOU!
Show you won the fight for the vice you seem to have!
That you have everything you buy;
That greet you, good day sir engineer/doctor!
And you die! Die by leaving a good inheritance,
may be that your children correct your mistakes
and live the life you overcome!
P.S.: PRINT YOU, building a chapel right before you die
so that everyone knows that when you go away from this hole
you'll have where to stay "with dignity"!
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Horror Poem - Comp entry
I look down at the street
The wind and moonlight combine
In green hypnotic light
Washing the leaves
A figure stares up
He looks familiar
He has my eyes
My mouth, my grin
A forced grin
The eyes are lifeless
The mouth, my mouth is moving
I can hear myself screaming
The wind is building
My eyes are worms
My tongue forked
My teeth sharp
Smiling...
Written by James_A_Knight
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The Other Me
I see her in the mirror,
Her smile a shade too wide,
Eyes that echo mine, yet hollow,
With secrets tucked inside.
She moves in time, but lingers,
Her step just out of sync,
as if she's waiting for a sign
To sever our fragile link.
Her fingers twitch, just slightly wrong,
Not quite mine but close,
A shiver runs down through my spine,
as her reflection grows.
She mouths the words I never spoke,
A silent threat, a plea,
That when the moon climbs high tonight,
She’ll trade her place with me.
And when I slip beneath the sheets,
Her shadow will uncoil,
She’ll wear my skin, my breath, my name—
While I fade into the void.
Her smile a shade too wide,
Eyes that echo mine, yet hollow,
With secrets tucked inside.
She moves in time, but lingers,
Her step just out of sync,
as if she's waiting for a sign
To sever our fragile link.
Her fingers twitch, just slightly wrong,
Not quite mine but close,
A shiver runs down through my spine,
as her reflection grows.
She mouths the words I never spoke,
A silent threat, a plea,
That when the moon climbs high tonight,
She’ll trade her place with me.
And when I slip beneath the sheets,
Her shadow will uncoil,
She’ll wear my skin, my breath, my name—
While I fade into the void.
Written by Shilohverse
(Shiloh Mello)
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