Poems About Monsters Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about monsters seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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
71 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
63 reads
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S-m-sawyer
Poem Published
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
139 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
3rd May 2022 8:17am
3rd May 2022 8:17am
Inland swimming pool
Inland swimming pool.
Between two hills, a chasm, in winters rain fills up the gap
a lake is born, in May, June and the middle of July the water
is fine, if a bit greying.
The lake has no outlet and is used by farmers for their crops
if there is scant rain.
In August, the lake is silty, but it is the only swimming pool
we have, we sit by the bank drink beer watch children play
it is our day at the beach.
When the lake is dry, we find skeletons of animals and
that of a missing person who went swimming in the night.
Although we say...
Between two hills, a chasm, in winters rain fills up the gap
a lake is born, in May, June and the middle of July the water
is fine, if a bit greying.
The lake has no outlet and is used by farmers for their crops
if there is scant rain.
In August, the lake is silty, but it is the only swimming pool
we have, we sit by the bank drink beer watch children play
it is our day at the beach.
When the lake is dry, we find skeletons of animals and
that of a missing person who went swimming in the night.
Although we say...
#monsters
#ghosts
#fairies
#aliens
#mermaids
60 reads
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FateOfMyFable
Poem Published
24th Apr 2022 10:42pm
24th Apr 2022 10:42pm
Wisped Webs Of Legend:shortened
Shadows lerking in gloom.
Darkness of red, you can price through
The shadeing vail.
into the glass of this nightmarish tale.
Darkness of red, you can price through
The shadeing vail.
into the glass of this nightmarish tale.
#monsters
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oskar
Poem Published
20th Apr 2022 10:20am
20th Apr 2022 10:20am
huldra
Huldra
In a green valley near a blue lake
where pink salmon swam lived a Huldra.
She was beautiful as seen by human eyes
trolls found her ugly and rejected her.
I heard her desolate song
Saw her shimmering blond as Iberian
sea straw is made golden by the sun.
I saw her tail too.
Before spelling me, I sprinted away.
Folklore has made it clear.
Humans and trolls must not mix blood
because if they do mix, the offspring
will be rejected by both groups
and for perpetuity be lost
walking the strand of loneliness.
...
In a green valley near a blue lake
where pink salmon swam lived a Huldra.
She was beautiful as seen by human eyes
trolls found her ugly and rejected her.
I heard her desolate song
Saw her shimmering blond as Iberian
sea straw is made golden by the sun.
I saw her tail too.
Before spelling me, I sprinted away.
Folklore has made it clear.
Humans and trolls must not mix blood
because if they do mix, the offspring
will be rejected by both groups
and for perpetuity be lost
walking the strand of loneliness.
...
#monsters
#vampires
#witches #zombies
#witches #zombies
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mantisdeer
Cait
Cait
Poem Published
19th Apr 2022 5:44am
19th Apr 2022 5:44am
A nation of how many secrets?!
I hope your dream rots quicker than the milk you store in pots.
stupid girl s(t)uck
with only a mouth to offer fuck;
stupid girl wants more.
Crawling the bathroom floor
doesn’t get much more pathetic.
So, henna tattoo weddings are in!
Which shade of blonde is it again? -
that you front, or lay down as law?
Biblically worshipping your gluttony and flaying the cows raw!
stupid girl s(t)uck
with only a mouth to offer fuck;
stupid girl wants more.
Crawling the bathroom floor
doesn’t get much more pathetic.
So, henna tattoo weddings are in!
Which shade of blonde is it again? -
that you front, or lay down as law?
Biblically worshipping your gluttony and flaying the cows raw!
#hate
#monsters
#unicorns
#revenge
#rebellion
105 reads
1 Comment
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
29th Mar 2022 1:42am
29th Mar 2022 1:42am
the story of a goo girl
sometimes I forget I'm a bag of toxic waste
glowing goo through the black plastic
neon eyes looking through goggles
pulsing blue goo with streaks of black
press the knife right here and I'll pop
and you do so with an empty eyed stare
sobbing as I try to scoop myself up
and it's all just far too late to save me
just a toxic pool on the cement floor
glimmering self hatred spreading
black stringy lines of fetid self love
I don't know what to do staring up at you
I should be angry at you, shouldn't I?
oh my creator, bag maker, goo...
glowing goo through the black plastic
neon eyes looking through goggles
pulsing blue goo with streaks of black
press the knife right here and I'll pop
and you do so with an empty eyed stare
sobbing as I try to scoop myself up
and it's all just far too late to save me
just a toxic pool on the cement floor
glimmering self hatred spreading
black stringy lines of fetid self love
I don't know what to do staring up at you
I should be angry at you, shouldn't I?
oh my creator, bag maker, goo...
#monsters
#responsibility
118 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2022 9:29am
22nd Mar 2022 9:29am
astronaut
The astronaut
They said the moon was every surface full
of light, no deep shadows behind rocks
yet an astronaut insists the moon is jam-packed
of folks living in underground cities having hilarious
time hiding from invaders who explore trying
to find life on the moon, a world parallel to the earth.
Invaders in funny suits, stealing rock to take
back to earth to see if there is anything worthy
to exploit.
The cave dwellers shake their heads the sick rocks
that destroyed the moon landscape, they take back
to the earth, what...
They said the moon was every surface full
of light, no deep shadows behind rocks
yet an astronaut insists the moon is jam-packed
of folks living in underground cities having hilarious
time hiding from invaders who explore trying
to find life on the moon, a world parallel to the earth.
Invaders in funny suits, stealing rock to take
back to earth to see if there is anything worthy
to exploit.
The cave dwellers shake their heads the sick rocks
that destroyed the moon landscape, they take back
to the earth, what...
#monsters
#aliens
#witches
#zombies
#mermaids
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BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
10th Mar 2022 3:11pm
10th Mar 2022 3:11pm
My escape to dreams
Oh, I hate waking up, I really do no lies
In my dreams this body just isn't like this
Soft, sick and bruised to the gods
In my sleep I'm strong, healthy as the earth
Adventures galore hours and lifetimes experienced
Doesn't matter it's all in my beautiful dreams
Fake smiles follow me around when I'm awake
But the beings in my dreams seem to mean it
What do they have to lose except me when I wake
Oh how I miss them when I open my eyes
Lovers, friends, mystical creatures and places
Gone like a good song, gone with the sunrise ...
In my dreams this body just isn't like this
Soft, sick and bruised to the gods
In my sleep I'm strong, healthy as the earth
Adventures galore hours and lifetimes experienced
Doesn't matter it's all in my beautiful dreams
Fake smiles follow me around when I'm awake
But the beings in my dreams seem to mean it
What do they have to lose except me when I wake
Oh how I miss them when I open my eyes
Lovers, friends, mystical creatures and places
Gone like a good song, gone with the sunrise ...
#strength
#monsters
#fairies
#gratitude
#emptiness
151 reads
2 Comments
Sunderish
Arcto.
Arcto.
Poem Published
8th Mar 2022 3:32am
8th Mar 2022 3:32am
Monster.
They’re bitter, just as much as they are disgusting, these thoughts that flood his head.
And he often ponders, hesitating in his movements, what will come of them?
How long can he keep them hidden, tucked so delicately behind the charm of his smile.
His words like silk, slipping from his mouth, but his intentions, rotten.
Bloodying, soiling all that is pure in his meaningless life.
And he laughs, wondering what these humans would think if they knew a monster lived among them.
A being as vicious as he was poisonous,...
And he often ponders, hesitating in his movements, what will come of them?
How long can he keep them hidden, tucked so delicately behind the charm of his smile.
His words like silk, slipping from his mouth, but his intentions, rotten.
Bloodying, soiling all that is pure in his meaningless life.
And he laughs, wondering what these humans would think if they knew a monster lived among them.
A being as vicious as he was poisonous,...
#sadness
#dark
#monsters
#MentalHealth
#vanity
117 reads
1 Comment
jessica_orr
Jessica Orr
Jessica Orr
Poem Published
4th Mar 2022 4:28am
4th Mar 2022 4:28am
Circle of Light
I live in a circle of light.
it blinds and I step outside
of it;
I can't see anymore within
and depend on the outer beings,
will they like me?
I am not understanding voices
as they speak out-ese, but they
comb my hair and feed me
yummy things.
i finally see after about 1 year-
I am in a cage and they are
tenderizing me.
yum.
it blinds and I step outside
of it;
I can't see anymore within
and depend on the outer beings,
will they like me?
I am not understanding voices
as they speak out-ese, but they
comb my hair and feed me
yummy things.
i finally see after about 1 year-
I am in a cage and they are
tenderizing me.
yum.
#monsters
#aliens
#nightmares #scifi
#nightmares #scifi
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