Poems About Monsters Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about monsters seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Mar 2025 9:59am
26th Mar 2025 9:59am
An Odd Tale
Some monsters have always said
There are parents under my bed
One of their names is Jeb
The other goes by Meg
There are parents under my bed
They won’t eat me as long as their fed
There are parents under my bed
Their complexions are lumpy & red
There are parents under my bed
My dreams are filled with dread
There are parents under my bed
I’d like to shoot them with lead
There are parents under my bed
Must act now before I wind up dead
There are parents under my bed
They say this illusion is in my head
There are...
There are parents under my bed
One of their names is Jeb
The other goes by Meg
There are parents under my bed
They won’t eat me as long as their fed
There are parents under my bed
Their complexions are lumpy & red
There are parents under my bed
My dreams are filled with dread
There are parents under my bed
I’d like to shoot them with lead
There are parents under my bed
Must act now before I wind up dead
There are parents under my bed
They say this illusion is in my head
There are...
#children
#MentalHealth
#monsters
#rhyming
#ShortStory
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Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 6:44am
23rd Mar 2025 6:44am
Sever The Cord...Severe The Cut
For the dead don't die & demons don't need a ceiling to uplift the one they decided to pick & take. Crawling in the shadows, a mind's enemy of the night. For the devil's, the tricksters, the nightmares of blindfold insecurities...Chewing the chain of sewn thread tightly wove to have a blind eye. For fear of submerging depths of suffocating, hyperventilating results...show's the dealer your poker hand's deal. In a room of never fathom of entry. A room beyond ever wanting to walk over this dark threshold of entrance. A room thugs & drugs...Lined along the wall. A man of any color at...
#fear
#greed
#monsters
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 2:06am
23rd Mar 2025 2:06am
One Dream I Had With A Succubus In It
She moved slowly towards me.
That bitch grew sharp fangs and growled.
I suddenly woke up screaming.
That bitch grew sharp fangs and growled.
I suddenly woke up screaming.
#dialogue
#fiction
#monsters
#scary
#sex
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 4:09pm
21st Mar 2025 4:09pm
personalities and predators
lingering in the shadows is who I really am
but that shifts so much I am uncertain
I'll be going to counseling soon
I'm worried I will give a variable of personalities
That hint at me but don't touch
it hurts too much to be touched
my soul doesn't like it
people reaching for you
only to manhandle you
roll their eyes or sigh
I'm not much for talking
my dream of heaven is solitude
where I can dream and create
and only have guests that are invited
flowers and a cottage
no need for a mansion in the clouds...
but that shifts so much I am uncertain
I'll be going to counseling soon
I'm worried I will give a variable of personalities
That hint at me but don't touch
it hurts too much to be touched
my soul doesn't like it
people reaching for you
only to manhandle you
roll their eyes or sigh
I'm not much for talking
my dream of heaven is solitude
where I can dream and create
and only have guests that are invited
flowers and a cottage
no need for a mansion in the clouds...
#MentalHealth
#monsters
#PTSD #spiritual
#PTSD #spiritual
87 reads
13 Comments
doriann_barrere
Dorian
Dorian
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 3:25pm
12th Mar 2025 3:25pm
The Man Selling Black Balloons
No one remembers the first time he came.
Or perhaps, they only remember after.
A shape at the edge of the street,
standing where the streetlights flicker.
A man, if man is the word—
his face a wet smear in the fog,
his suit darker than the night itself,
tailored from something too still to be fabric.
In his hands, the strings—
thin, trembling veins
that stretch upward,
vanishing into ink-dark orbs,
swollen, pulsing, breathing.
He does not speak.
He does not call out.
And yet, the children go to him. ...
Or perhaps, they only remember after.
A shape at the edge of the street,
standing where the streetlights flicker.
A man, if man is the word—
his face a wet smear in the fog,
his suit darker than the night itself,
tailored from something too still to be fabric.
In his hands, the strings—
thin, trembling veins
that stretch upward,
vanishing into ink-dark orbs,
swollen, pulsing, breathing.
He does not speak.
He does not call out.
And yet, the children go to him. ...
#devil
#ghosts
#magic
#monsters
#mythology
89 reads
1 Comment
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 7:04pm
10th Mar 2025 7:04pm
carnal
silence held me tightly, my words woven
beside myself and I ache in the void of it
you'll get your way, you always do
cruelty is biting you, love me most when I resemble her
grooming such deceit
it's what you prefer
lock to the tomes and be sly, Mistress
pain rewards her own
she will rule
the stars spark and drizzle in a mime of her shine
tense union she is ferocious
she desires your hate
Does she yet have it
she will never cum willingly
silence beheld her
The abyss made the mistake of gazing...
beside myself and I ache in the void of it
you'll get your way, you always do
cruelty is biting you, love me most when I resemble her
grooming such deceit
it's what you prefer
lock to the tomes and be sly, Mistress
pain rewards her own
she will rule
the stars spark and drizzle in a mime of her shine
tense union she is ferocious
she desires your hate
Does she yet have it
she will never cum willingly
silence beheld her
The abyss made the mistake of gazing...
#monsters
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arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 10:19am
10th Mar 2025 10:19am
Unicorn Gasoline
Taurine,
creatine,
unicorn-
gasoline.
Ball peen
to the spleen.
Nineteen-ounce
in fûck machine.
G-spot-
torn jeans,
OBG my needs
obscene.
Charlie Sheen
runnin' lean,
you're my queen
amphetamine.
Spill the bean,
I'm Mr. Clean.
I'll shine you like
the last latrine.
My d¡ck's a fiend,
it can't be weened.
Incubus,
the demon king.
creatine,
unicorn-
gasoline.
Ball peen
to the spleen.
Nineteen-ounce
in fûck machine.
G-spot-
torn jeans,
OBG my needs
obscene.
Charlie Sheen
runnin' lean,
you're my queen
amphetamine.
Spill the bean,
I'm Mr. Clean.
I'll shine you like
the last latrine.
My d¡ck's a fiend,
it can't be weened.
Incubus,
the demon king.
#monsters
#rainbow
#unicorns #zombies
#unicorns #zombies
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arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 6:55pm
8th Mar 2025 6:55pm
Mauwin' Down Maui
Rollin' through the gears
with my friend's friend, Holly.
Panigale haulin' tears.
Is she stolen? Well, prolly.
No helmet. No fears.
Missionary on molly.
Wally side-swipin' mirrors,
shearin' off a Bugatti.
Better down another beer;
Cali Sol, not sorry.
Goin' off the fuckin' rails
on a red Ducati.
Sun melanin our rears,
set back and do a stoppie.
Marley mellowin' my ears;
Holly wailin' melancholy.
Playin' slalom, duck, and cheers!
Sparkin' rings around the trolley. ...
with my friend's friend, Holly.
Panigale haulin' tears.
Is she stolen? Well, prolly.
No helmet. No fears.
Missionary on molly.
Wally side-swipin' mirrors,
shearin' off a Bugatti.
Better down another beer;
Cali Sol, not sorry.
Goin' off the fuckin' rails
on a red Ducati.
Sun melanin our rears,
set back and do a stoppie.
Marley mellowin' my ears;
Holly wailin' melancholy.
Playin' slalom, duck, and cheers!
Sparkin' rings around the trolley. ...
#monsters
#rainbow
#unicorns #zombies
#unicorns #zombies
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0 Comments
arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 4:54pm
28th Feb 2025 4:54pm
Fool Pharaoh
Fool
Pharoah
Fare Farrfair
felt fucking awful
for filling flat falafels
from Farrah's faucet air.
It should be unlawful to
flatulate falafels from
faulty derrieres!
Pharoah
Fare Farrfair
felt fucking awful
for filling flat falafels
from Farrah's faucet air.
It should be unlawful to
flatulate falafels from
faulty derrieres!
#monsters
#rainbow
#unicorns #zombies
#unicorns #zombies
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0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 11:44am
26th Feb 2025 11:44am
Iku-Turso
My sleep was awoken by the noise of a Lion, a Cricket and a Raccoon . It was weird. I looked outside and there was a red brick road that led to my garage. I walked into the garage and their were the three having tea with cookies. They all stopped whispering and looked at me in disgust. They asked me to please leave and follow the blue brick road for wisdom and the truth. I asked if I could have one cookie. The cricket stood up and said, "if you don't leave were going to chew on your body."
I left. I decided to follow the blue brick road. As I did, I noticed the...
I left. I decided to follow the blue brick road. As I did, I noticed the...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#monsters
#ShortStory
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14 Comments
arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 2:47pm
23rd Feb 2025 2:47pm
BOUND TO THE BONORDEN
All aboard and toward The Bonorden,
a building built on buried forces,
boarded up, condemned and cordoned.
Ward of the state then state awarded;
broken-in and badly broken,
beyond the horde, with horrors afforded.
Hundreds died, estates were shorted.
Suicides: some spiral corded, bathtub fried,
and over-snorted. Below the bend,
the rivers fyorded, Meskwaki's end...
that's The Bonorden.
From Evelyn to Lauritzens,
sordid presences recorded;
a harem of hens' faded voices
are denizens at The Bonorden.
...
a building built on buried forces,
boarded up, condemned and cordoned.
Ward of the state then state awarded;
broken-in and badly broken,
beyond the horde, with horrors afforded.
Hundreds died, estates were shorted.
Suicides: some spiral corded, bathtub fried,
and over-snorted. Below the bend,
the rivers fyorded, Meskwaki's end...
that's The Bonorden.
From Evelyn to Lauritzens,
sordid presences recorded;
a harem of hens' faded voices
are denizens at The Bonorden.
...
#ghosts
#historical
#horror
#monsters
#nonfiction
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7 Comments
arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 9:28am
23rd Feb 2025 9:28am
If Turnin' Trix Were Politics, I'd be a...
Flix & chill?🍿❤️
This girl's a crusher!
Couch-cushion clutch,
X-billboard buster. 😎
Trill-to-the-touch,
tight tushy gusher.
Bum so flush, 🍑🤯
I hadta bum-rush her.
Philly likes to bleat;👄🎠
hella hadta hush her.
High-heeled heat,💗👠
fibrillatin' flustered!
Jillin' her to sleep, 🥵🐑
up the hill, I tossed her.
Heart skippin' beats,🩺
thought I almost lost her!
Drip, drip, drip, 🔩 ...
This girl's a crusher!
Couch-cushion clutch,
X-billboard buster. 😎
Trill-to-the-touch,
tight tushy gusher.
Bum so flush, 🍑🤯
I hadta bum-rush her.
Philly likes to bleat;👄🎠
hella hadta hush her.
High-heeled heat,💗👠
fibrillatin' flustered!
Jillin' her to sleep, 🥵🐑
up the hill, I tossed her.
Heart skippin' beats,🩺
thought I almost lost her!
Drip, drip, drip, 🔩 ...
#monsters
#rainbow
#unicorns #zombies
#unicorns #zombies
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