CasketSharpe
Poem Published
1st Oct 2023 4:23pm
1st Oct 2023 4:23pm
The Naked Doom (Halloween Syck House Series)
The porcelain prison is a poisonous unnatural horror
That eliminates its victims with unnatural murder,
“An architecture masterpiece within its own special room
Secretly known throughout history as the Naked Doom,
“Birthed during the Roman Empire’s fall around 476 AD
From blood rape, violent hatred and painful jealousy,
“An ancient ritual that released something terribly wrong
Now forbidden passages within holy text and whispered in dark song,
“The transference of its evil is only by a mere touch
Remaining...
That eliminates its victims with unnatural murder,
“An architecture masterpiece within its own special room
Secretly known throughout history as the Naked Doom,
“Birthed during the Roman Empire’s fall around 476 AD
From blood rape, violent hatred and painful jealousy,
“An ancient ritual that released something terribly wrong
Now forbidden passages within holy text and whispered in dark song,
“The transference of its evil is only by a mere touch
Remaining...
#dark
#evil
#Halloween
243 reads
12 Comments
Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
28th Aug 2023 3:31am
28th Aug 2023 3:31am
Mickey Mouse Hat Of Horns
#evil
#tragedy
#hypocrisy
#sacrifice
#manipulation
177 reads
4 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
18th Aug 2023 2:24am
18th Aug 2023 2:24am
Drowning of the Lego Mad
#evil
181 reads
4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2023 00:44am
2nd Aug 2023 00:44am
The Jesus Clock
a ghost story
Jonathan was visiting his sister. She lived in a flat in what had once been a large family home, and then a guest house catering to families taking their holidays by the sea in the 1950s. Now it was just a rather shabby block of flats, the sort of place with greying carpet in the hall and bills piled up for all to see on a table by the front door.
Jonathan was worried about his sister. Her name was Janet and she collected things, obsessively, accruing them from charity shops. She was what was once described as "soft in the head"; Jonathan wasn't...
Jonathan was visiting his sister. She lived in a flat in what had once been a large family home, and then a guest house catering to families taking their holidays by the sea in the 1950s. Now it was just a rather shabby block of flats, the sort of place with greying carpet in the hall and bills piled up for all to see on a table by the front door.
Jonathan was worried about his sister. Her name was Janet and she collected things, obsessively, accruing them from charity shops. She was what was once described as "soft in the head"; Jonathan wasn't...
#evil
#scary
#ghosts #horror
#ghosts #horror
216 reads
2 Comments
ConsequentialChaos
Poem Published
16th Jul 2023 8:27pm
16th Jul 2023 8:27pm
A Loathsome Lullaby
In a village veiled by shadows deep
Lived a witch whose vengeance she vowed to keep
Condemned to hang, her spirit filled with ire
She whispered a curse as she faced the pyre
As the noose tightened, her eyes gleamed with malice
Promising rebirth and a sinister chalice
The villagers cheered, unaware of their plight
For the witch would return, engulfed in the night
Years passed, and the village slumbered unaware
The darkness stirring, of the witch's snare
She bided her time, bidding evil to thrive
Creeping through shadows, ready...
Lived a witch whose vengeance she vowed to keep
Condemned to hang, her spirit filled with ire
She whispered a curse as she faced the pyre
As the noose tightened, her eyes gleamed with malice
Promising rebirth and a sinister chalice
The villagers cheered, unaware of their plight
For the witch would return, engulfed in the night
Years passed, and the village slumbered unaware
The darkness stirring, of the witch's snare
She bided her time, bidding evil to thrive
Creeping through shadows, ready...
#dark
#death
#evil
#witches
#curse
344 reads
2 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
1st Jul 2023 3:03am
1st Jul 2023 3:03am
Bow Your Head
Where do you look for that little extra.
When you look in the usual places and there is no extra
There is no more love, no more hate
You don't want to talk because you can't relate
Everything is gray and sounds like blah, blah, blah
You plunge to your depths and you don't know how
Seems you heard something that should had got a reaction
But the temperature just plunged causing a distraction
In my world there is now to many of me
Past, present, and future of who I be
What do you think would happen if we eliminate a few
Even if...
When you look in the usual places and there is no extra
There is no more love, no more hate
You don't want to talk because you can't relate
Everything is gray and sounds like blah, blah, blah
You plunge to your depths and you don't know how
Seems you heard something that should had got a reaction
But the temperature just plunged causing a distraction
In my world there is now to many of me
Past, present, and future of who I be
What do you think would happen if we eliminate a few
Even if...
#dark
#death
#evil #horror
#evil #horror
245 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
30th Jun 2023 3:17am
30th Jun 2023 3:17am
A Pale Roux
#dark
#death
#evil #horror
#evil #horror
163 reads
0 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
27th May 2023 7:36pm
27th May 2023 7:36pm
A Nightmare of Tiffauges Castle: Part Two
#dreams
#evil
#memories
#tragedy
#horror
121 reads
2 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
27th May 2023 7:34pm
27th May 2023 7:34pm
A Nightmare of Tiffauges Castle: Part One
#dreams
#evil
#memories
#tragedy
#horror
130 reads
2 Comments
MartenHoyle
Poem Published
27th Apr 2023 1:26pm
27th Apr 2023 1:26pm
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SCRIPT:
The other night, I lay beside the dead. And the undeniable truth—that I have died. The heart that beats within this cage is no illusion. But what “life” courses from within it is vision only. A dream. I grow weary of this dream and the dreamers that obstruct my hope of wakening. To find myself awake in a home I no longer fully believe was ever mine. The smiling man said that it will not last forever. I know that is a lie. They will keep me here. Forever a...
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The other night, I lay beside the dead. And the undeniable truth—that I have died. The heart that beats within this cage is no illusion. But what “life” courses from within it is vision only. A dream. I grow weary of this dream and the dreamers that obstruct my hope of wakening. To find myself awake in a home I no longer fully believe was ever mine. The smiling man said that it will not last forever. I know that is a lie. They will keep me here. Forever a...
#evil
#scary
#WritingPoetry #horror
#WritingPoetry #horror
377 reads
1 Comment
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
10th Mar 2023 10:10pm
10th Mar 2023 10:10pm
Who Am I? Friend, or Foe?
Since time immortal, I have stood,
No one name will do me good,
Known by many to all, and all to many,
Names are but glib pleonasms, spoken blindly,
Depends on your view, if I'm dark or friendly.
Who's the fairest of them all?
I can't see, my vision clouds in deep, blood red, all,
Watching those around the world drop like flies,
Day in, and day out, since the beginning of time,
Cryptic, I speak in stark and subtle rhyme,
Extrapolating from between every line I read,
Making more sense of each and every deed,
Done without forethought, ...
No one name will do me good,
Known by many to all, and all to many,
Names are but glib pleonasms, spoken blindly,
Depends on your view, if I'm dark or friendly.
Who's the fairest of them all?
I can't see, my vision clouds in deep, blood red, all,
Watching those around the world drop like flies,
Day in, and day out, since the beginning of time,
Cryptic, I speak in stark and subtle rhyme,
Extrapolating from between every line I read,
Making more sense of each and every deed,
Done without forethought, ...
#death
#evil
#greed
#apathy
#horror
169 reads
0 Comments
Vampyre497
Poem Published
10th Jan 2023 2:01pm
10th Jan 2023 2:01pm
A Weeknight Excursion
I shut down my computer and turn off the TV only because I am the last one awake in my house. The light is still on over the center of the kitchen but the rest of the house is engulfed in darkness. The lights flicker once only to signify the transference of energy from my mind into reality. My imagination begins to gear up for true use as my senses begin to dull and forget how to operate. I know what is coming next because it happens every night and every day. It's all a part of my daily life but it still keeps me from sleeping. My heart begins to race because it knows no other method or...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#death
#evil
196 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Evil
