Poetry competition CLOSED 29th October 2013 4:38am
WINNER
PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
RUNNER-UP:
redstar
Creepy
Poetry Contest Description
Creep me out. Write a poem that falls under the description of haunting, mysterious, creepy, strange.... Insane... Any of those words.
2 weeks
2 entries per poet
Any style, any topic
Try not to make it too long... If its lengthy, then make it count.
Edit: Can be either new or old. Apologies for not clarifying that before.
2 entries per poet
Any style, any topic
Try not to make it too long... If its lengthy, then make it count.
Edit: Can be either new or old. Apologies for not clarifying that before.
The hooded figure drags her bag across the road.
It leaves a small trail of blood.
She is going somewhere,
a place where she can hide.
What is in the bag?
Do you really want to know?
You'll have to get up close.
If you look up close,
you'll see her anger,
you'll see her sorrow,
you'll see her despair.
All in her eyes, will you see these.
A tortured soul is she, and you will feel it.
She hides behind the cloak, because it acts as a veil.
A veil to hide herself from...herself.
She no longer wishes to see herself.
A vicious act was committed by nature, and it is not one to remember.
But it is remembered and he sees it everyday.
You can never forget something that is within you.
or WAS within you...
It wasn't her fault, but it did cause her to go insane.
Wouldn't you?
Especially if you lost something that was so close to your heart?
I'm not saying that's what's in the bag, but if the shoe fits...
It leaves a small trail of blood.
She is going somewhere,
a place where she can hide.
What is in the bag?
Do you really want to know?
You'll have to get up close.
If you look up close,
you'll see her anger,
you'll see her sorrow,
you'll see her despair.
All in her eyes, will you see these.
A tortured soul is she, and you will feel it.
She hides behind the cloak, because it acts as a veil.
A veil to hide herself from...herself.
She no longer wishes to see herself.
A vicious act was committed by nature, and it is not one to remember.
But it is remembered and he sees it everyday.
You can never forget something that is within you.
or WAS within you...
It wasn't her fault, but it did cause her to go insane.
Wouldn't you?
Especially if you lost something that was so close to your heart?
I'm not saying that's what's in the bag, but if the shoe fits...
Halloween Massacre
He lurks in the shadows,
on one particular night
looking for victims
of small children.
When the moon is full
he comes out of his home,
an old abandoned victorian
haunted by restless spirits.
He's sly like a fox,
and quiet as a mouse.
He waits and waits
then he snatches his prey.
Back to the old mansion
where the screams can't be heard.
In the morning,
the missing child alerts heard.
Only to be found,
by the creepy old man
carrying a chainsaw,
covered in blood.
The child's remains,
has never been found.
Buried deep
Under that cold, evil ground.
He lurks in the shadows,
on one particular night
looking for victims
of small children.
When the moon is full
he comes out of his home,
an old abandoned victorian
haunted by restless spirits.
He's sly like a fox,
and quiet as a mouse.
He waits and waits
then he snatches his prey.
Back to the old mansion
where the screams can't be heard.
In the morning,
the missing child alerts heard.
Only to be found,
by the creepy old man
carrying a chainsaw,
covered in blood.
The child's remains,
has never been found.
Buried deep
Under that cold, evil ground.
Poem Image How about I let you fuck me for a night?
Then afterwards I can slice and dice
How about I let you fuck another girl?
Then afterwards I can take your soul
I am a heartless lover who is filled with hate
Because you took the thing so precious to me
You made me a whore and love every man in a heart beat
So let me tie you to the bed
Let me kiss every inch of you
Let me take you boxers off and gag you
Let me pour hot candle wax down your chest
Let me ride you until you feel raw
Afterwards I can clean you and suck your little meat
I can play with balls
I want you to feel pleasure before I finish you off
After the clean there is another surprise for you
Let me take the knife from beneath the mattress
Let me run the knife down your chest and see a fine line of blood
I will lick it the first time before playing with your little mushroom with the tip of the knife
I want you to watch everything I do and not say a word
Don't you remember you said those words to me?
I am tired of seeing your tears
So I cut off your manhood in response
To end your pain filled death I stab you in the heart and pull it out of your chest
I play in your blood as I eat bits and pieces of your heart
I am a heartless lover
[center]
ROTTEN LOVE
The cemetery under the pale moonlight
Where she tangos with the bones,
A sweet lament of necophilic pleasures
Gives soundtracks to unholy moans.
The smell of putrid decay wash over naked skin,
Dead fingers probe between moistened thighs.
Setting her heartbeat on the rise.
Setting at once to a pitiless fuck with orgasmic throes on the rise.
Licking deathly spittle with the tongue that belittles undead flesh.
She was forced to this, to live as witch which should not exist.
All others she has spurned for the fire still burned.
No living man could ever please her.
The cemetery under the pale moonlight
Where she tangos with the bones,
A sweet lament of necophilic pleasures
Gives soundtracks to unholy moans.
The smell of putrid decay wash over naked skin,
Dead fingers probe between moistened thighs.
Setting her heartbeat on the rise.
Setting at once to a pitiless fuck with orgasmic throes on the rise.
Licking deathly spittle with the tongue that belittles undead flesh.
She was forced to this, to live as witch which should not exist.
All others she has spurned for the fire still burned.
No living man could ever please her.
The Ghost Train
A family of four
got struck by a train.
Late one October night
when the car got stuck
on those cold metal tracks
in 1920.
The doors were jammed,
with no way out.
The train's echo heard
A bright light growing bigger,
the horn growing louder
with every heart pounding second.
The tracks, now abandoned
they say it's haunted
by the four poor souls.
Many swear,
a ghost train comes,
screaming down those tracks.
Every Halloween night.
A family of four
got struck by a train.
Late one October night
when the car got stuck
on those cold metal tracks
in 1920.
The doors were jammed,
with no way out.
The train's echo heard
A bright light growing bigger,
the horn growing louder
with every heart pounding second.
The tracks, now abandoned
they say it's haunted
by the four poor souls.
Many swear,
a ghost train comes,
screaming down those tracks.
Every Halloween night.
Power fuck ( Metal lyrics)
You're alive, you're sublime, you're amazing
You don't even know the danger you're facing
Come here, let's be clear, get into my car
Gonna go for a ride, but we won't go that far
Now get the fuck out, put on this blindfold
Blind to see, what will be, what your future holds
Get down, on all fours, like the dog you are
You think I'm crazy, well, I just raised the bar.
Drama escalating now as I undress you
Head games, now I win, im gonna best you
Power fuck you out of anger you will pay
Vulgar display, you won't walk right for days
GOD CAN'T SAVE YOU
GOD DOESN'T CARE
GOD'S NAME YOU CRY OUT
GOD LEAVES YOU THERE
WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW??? ( x3 )
SATAN WATCHES YOU
SATAN IS AMUSED
SATAN LOVES TO SEE YOU CRY
SATAN LOVES TO HEAR YOU SUFFER
WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW ( x6 )
YOUR GOD IS A LIE
You're alive, you're sublime, you're amazing
You don't even know the danger you're facing
Come here, let's be clear, get into my car
Gonna go for a ride, but we won't go that far
Now get the fuck out, put on this blindfold
Blind to see, what will be, what your future holds
Get down, on all fours, like the dog you are
You think I'm crazy, well, I just raised the bar.
Drama escalating now as I undress you
Head games, now I win, im gonna best you
Power fuck you out of anger you will pay
Vulgar display, you won't walk right for days
GOD CAN'T SAVE YOU
GOD DOESN'T CARE
GOD'S NAME YOU CRY OUT
GOD LEAVES YOU THERE
WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW??? ( x3 )
SATAN WATCHES YOU
SATAN IS AMUSED
SATAN LOVES TO SEE YOU CRY
SATAN LOVES TO HEAR YOU SUFFER
WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW ( x6 )
YOUR GOD IS A LIE
bitin but whzatevvvvv
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Intermittent....
There's a time and season for every reason
no cookie bakes itself
cherries don't burst on their own
cherries don't burst motherfucker!
a bottle doesn't empty itself to full/fill
breaking clocks is a wonderful way to kill time
ironic glory hole of blood and glass
running out of test tubes, the cunt's too tight
Fuck... reason!
INVEST!
Admiration is the state furthest away from understanding
pawns don't need details
assholes with teeth make shitting meaningful
smashing the cow softens it, ...digest it well
meaning is derived from screening STD g string
of a starry eyed jail-bait that drowns in a sea of seamen
obtuse and absolute are the only submissions
failure to comprehend results in pornography
cuckolds worth....
IMPROVE!
Lexicon laxative
this antipathy won't last
stimulate thinking with cankerous drinking
erect cocks need no season or reason
to drown whores who never show
the tears of heaven that understood
misled admiration and adolescent aberration
that silently candle deplorable fornication
time stays unchanged
counting doesn't prove progress in this game
falling short... half beat hesitation
ITERATE!
There's a time and season for every reason
no cookie bakes itself
cherries don't burst on their own
cherries don't burst motherfucker!
a bottle doesn't empty itself to full/fill
breaking clocks is a wonderful way to kill time
ironic glory hole of blood and glass
running out of test tubes, the cunt's too tight
Fuck... reason!
INVEST!
Admiration is the state furthest away from understanding
pawns don't need details
assholes with teeth make shitting meaningful
smashing the cow softens it, ...digest it well
meaning is derived from screening STD g string
of a starry eyed jail-bait that drowns in a sea of seamen
obtuse and absolute are the only submissions
failure to comprehend results in pornography
cuckolds worth....
IMPROVE!
Lexicon laxative
this antipathy won't last
stimulate thinking with cankerous drinking
erect cocks need no season or reason
to drown whores who never show
the tears of heaven that understood
misled admiration and adolescent aberration
that silently candle deplorable fornication
time stays unchanged
counting doesn't prove progress in this game
falling short... half beat hesitation
ITERATE!
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