Monster Poems
#monsters
Monster poems, here you'll find poetry about large and frightening imaginary creatures. Dark poems about monsters, and death and destruction at the hands of scary fictional beasts.
arortiz73
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Poem Published
8th Aug 2022 6:43pm
8th Aug 2022 6:43pm
Uncle Buck
#monsters
#unicorns
#zombies
33 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
8th Aug 2022 9:03am
8th Aug 2022 9:03am
Medusa's Profile
In the inconvenient era
Before the motorheads and geeks
We emulated Zeus and Hera
And other pre-Socratic Greeks.
Philosophy was analog
Unlike modern bits and pieces
And navigated bronze age fog
To snatch away those golden fleeces!
And no one knew of Sigmund Freud
Peddling thoughts of Oedipal trance
Which only would have been destroyed
By a renegade Gorgon glance.
Which, of peekaboo, is the worst;
A "reflection" of Hellenic Id,
And is customarily dispersed
From eyeballs with a lifting lid.
Gaze not into that...
Before the motorheads and geeks
We emulated Zeus and Hera
And other pre-Socratic Greeks.
Philosophy was analog
Unlike modern bits and pieces
And navigated bronze age fog
To snatch away those golden fleeces!
And no one knew of Sigmund Freud
Peddling thoughts of Oedipal trance
Which only would have been destroyed
By a renegade Gorgon glance.
Which, of peekaboo, is the worst;
A "reflection" of Hellenic Id,
And is customarily dispersed
From eyeballs with a lifting lid.
Gaze not into that...
#monsters
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arortiz73
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Poem Published
7th Aug 2022 3:39pm
7th Aug 2022 3:39pm
Euroburger
At dusk, I don the ravenz-pelt,
encloaked matroska fullerenes,
and sell my soül unto myself
for devil's views in vast ravines.
I vogel my utility belt, and
bolt-detail the girls latrines;
enveigling all the sleeper cells that
*may distress the signal *queens.
My arms invade the outer Welt,
and fall her sails to stall in pleas.
Thę Soviet blister-krieg is dealt, als
svelte schwitzt im moment seized.
My leggett lifts beyond the kilt,
flogging welts upon her knees.
ENRAPTURE fogs her gentle tilt:
stilleto...
encloaked matroska fullerenes,
and sell my soül unto myself
for devil's views in vast ravines.
I vogel my utility belt, and
bolt-detail the girls latrines;
enveigling all the sleeper cells that
*may distress the signal *queens.
My arms invade the outer Welt,
and fall her sails to stall in pleas.
Thę Soviet blister-krieg is dealt, als
svelte schwitzt im moment seized.
My leggett lifts beyond the kilt,
flogging welts upon her knees.
ENRAPTURE fogs her gentle tilt:
stilleto...
#monsters
#unicorns
#zombies
35 reads
0 Comments
arortiz73
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Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 8:44pm
6th Aug 2022 8:44pm
Shirts & Skirts; The Snake & The Peach
It's•rėally•hard•to•ṗlease the•plethora•of•plebians
•barred•behind•bards•and •snowflake•comedians.
We're•perved•and•pissed , •'cause•we're•allll•PC'd.
•It's•O.P.P.•so•we•aughta •be •peeⱱed!!!•Treason•is•
•the•reason•with•a• •bit• 🍑f•tea.•Lesbian•over•and•
•cough•a•cup•of• coffee for•me, &•I•promise•not•
. to•say•what•I've• seen• u•&•her •dü•on•the•copy
. ××machine.•Fill •this () kiss w/•piss,•cotton•
filter'd•în•cuffs;
•tamp•on•the•dam,•
if•you•like•it•too•rough!
Urine•that's•shit-steeped ...
•barred•behind•bards•and •snowflake•comedians.
We're•perved•and•pissed , •'cause•we're•allll•PC'd.
•It's•O.P.P.•so•we•aughta •be •peeⱱed!!!•Treason•is•
•the•reason•with•a• •bit• 🍑f•tea.•Lesbian•over•and•
•cough•a•cup•of• coffee for•me, &•I•promise•not•
. to•say•what•I've• seen• u•&•her •dü•on•the•copy
. ××machine.•Fill •this () kiss w/•piss,•cotton•
filter'd•în•cuffs;
•tamp•on•the•dam,•
if•you•like•it•too•rough!
Urine•that's•shit-steeped ...
#monsters
#unicorns
#zombies
79 reads
3 Comments
CanisInc-Untis
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2022 1:12pm
2nd Aug 2022 1:12pm
dear miss Shelley-1
dear miss Shelley,
must I really be in these pages
that your quill has so cursively commanded?
must you breathe life
into my pre-existence?
merely an image that your eye
under this bridge of fantasy has expanded
penetrating into my empty space
that your write now
quarters for a soul
I want to hide here
Im on the brink, unbalanced
on the forge of some mass-imagination
and the praetorians below can hellsing
to the fire of grave hideous creation
and compel me to rise
all hooked up to these pages
of this...
must I really be in these pages
that your quill has so cursively commanded?
must you breathe life
into my pre-existence?
merely an image that your eye
under this bridge of fantasy has expanded
penetrating into my empty space
that your write now
quarters for a soul
I want to hide here
Im on the brink, unbalanced
on the forge of some mass-imagination
and the praetorians below can hellsing
to the fire of grave hideous creation
and compel me to rise
all hooked up to these pages
of this...
#dark
#gothic
#science
#monsters
#FeelingTrapped
22 reads
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Countrygirl96
Poem Published
30th Jul 2022 5:34pm
30th Jul 2022 5:34pm
Paranormal Sex Inc- Impregnated by the Aliens
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#monsters
#dirty
73 reads
3 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
28th Jul 2022 7:12pm
28th Jul 2022 7:12pm
Paranormal Sex Inc- Engorged by the Death Hound
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#monsters
#dirty
65 reads
3 Comments
arortiz73
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Poem Published
22nd Jul 2022 3:04pm
22nd Jul 2022 3:04pm
C.H.A.L.C.
#monsters
#unicorns
#zombies
35 reads
12 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
18th Jul 2022 6:55pm
18th Jul 2022 6:55pm
Dark Tides
Never fall in love with a poet.
The stories they'd tell
the frauds they'd try to sell,
just to hide their true selves.
A million emotions and not one
of them real.
Imagine that.
I know you can.
The stories they'd tell
the frauds they'd try to sell,
just to hide their true selves.
A million emotions and not one
of them real.
Imagine that.
I know you can.
#lies
#monsters
#unicorns
100 reads
11 Comments
S-m-sawyer
Bumped 8th Jul 2022 7:43pm
17th May 2022 6:38pm
17th May 2022 6:38pm
I am madusa
They say I am ugly,
But nobody knows
I stay out of sight,
Where nobody goes.
I was protecting my home,
Where men dared to roam,
attacking and killing ,
for reasons unknown
Bloodshed and murder.
Began to unfold,
That's when my heart,
Became frozen and cold.
I hid in the shadows,
Driven by rage,
Conjuring ways,
to get rid of this plague .
Rage turned to despair,
As slithering serpent's
Hissing and whispering
Replaced my hair. ...
But nobody knows
I stay out of sight,
Where nobody goes.
I was protecting my home,
Where men dared to roam,
attacking and killing ,
for reasons unknown
Bloodshed and murder.
Began to unfold,
That's when my heart,
Became frozen and cold.
I hid in the shadows,
Driven by rage,
Conjuring ways,
to get rid of this plague .
Rage turned to despair,
As slithering serpent's
Hissing and whispering
Replaced my hair. ...
#monsters
141 reads
6 Comments
arortiz73
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Poem Published
1st Jul 2022 4:10pm
1st Jul 2022 4:10pm
Pinocchia
Hickory dickery nursery rhyme,
did u know dďcks were made of hickory
once upon a time?.. back when Simon said,
so ewe'd betţer mind, 🐑🧠 so put your hands
down your pants and 'pantomime'. That's when
Pinocchia put her extra 'syllabia' on mine, surprise!
We were kids tryin' to find a mime. We did ẇhat we
were told & didn't realize he didn't say, "Simon says."
Now we're too old to fall for the trickęry; nothing
is oaky dokey and boy scouts are a crime of
sickery. If you pin the tail on the donkey,
your...
did u know dďcks were made of hickory
once upon a time?.. back when Simon said,
so ewe'd betţer mind, 🐑🧠 so put your hands
down your pants and 'pantomime'. That's when
Pinocchia put her extra 'syllabia' on mine, surprise!
We were kids tryin' to find a mime. We did ẇhat we
were told & didn't realize he didn't say, "Simon says."
Now we're too old to fall for the trickęry; nothing
is oaky dokey and boy scouts are a crime of
sickery. If you pin the tail on the donkey,
your...
#monsters
#unicorns
#zombies
134 reads
13 Comments
Bushido
Poem Published
29th Jun 2022 5:28am
29th Jun 2022 5:28am
A call to the night
Come unto me, you creatures of the night.
May the sparks of passion ignite.
To burn bright once more,
The light you had lost before.
Come unto me, you who are born of the dark.
May this journey you embark.
Bring peace, joy, and tomorrow.
That our children do not know sorrow.
Come unto me, you who live in the shadows.
Cast aside tonight, your woes.
And give us your embrace,
And dance to the drummer's pace.
May the sparks of passion ignite.
To burn bright once more,
The light you had lost before.
Come unto me, you who are born of the dark.
May this journey you embark.
Bring peace, joy, and tomorrow.
That our children do not know sorrow.
Come unto me, you who live in the shadows.
Cast aside tonight, your woes.
And give us your embrace,
And dance to the drummer's pace.
#monsters
#vampires
#ghosts #werewolves
#ghosts #werewolves
76 reads
2 Comments
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