Poems About Monsters Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about monsters seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
arortiz73
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Poem Published
Today 3:39pm
Today 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.
Thê 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.
Thê 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
18 reads
0 Comments
arortiz73
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Poem Published
Yesterday 8:44pm
Yesterday 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
57 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
0 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
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 dïcks 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 dïcks 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
133 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
73 reads
2 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
28th Jun 2022 7:22pm
28th Jun 2022 7:22pm
Peeling Back The Veneer
The mask fit nicely
over her face,
there wasn't anything
she could use
to cover her brain.
And so she hid for nothing.
over her face,
there wasn't anything
she could use
to cover her brain.
And so she hid for nothing.
#monsters
#unicorns
141 reads
13 Comments
arortiz73
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Poem Published
19th Jun 2022 2:06pm
19th Jun 2022 2:06pm
The Condensed Biography of Unick Norman
I'm an autodidactic bionic on meds,
psychoholic afflicⱦion pedestrian's dread;
a fairytale adđiction to details and spreads;
dictionaries in all languages, pages and threads.
The people all shunned me for the knowledge I fed.
My diction's so hung, they put a shunt în my head.
I longed to live among them, but the shunt always bled,
so I cunt off my dîck, and plugged-it-in, in its stead.
Now my diction's all dîckpuns that pee pole can' tread;
Ï'm Unick from Munich, the eunuch dîckhead.
All the names ppl gïve me 4 the legends I've...
psychoholic afflicⱦion pedestrian's dread;
a fairytale adđiction to details and spreads;
dictionaries in all languages, pages and threads.
The people all shunned me for the knowledge I fed.
My diction's so hung, they put a shunt în my head.
I longed to live among them, but the shunt always bled,
so I cunt off my dîck, and plugged-it-in, in its stead.
Now my diction's all dîckpuns that pee pole can' tread;
Ï'm Unick from Munich, the eunuch dîckhead.
All the names ppl gïve me 4 the legends I've...
#monsters
#unicorns
#zombies
123 reads
2 Comments
LaBrujaOscura_75
Poem Published
14th Jun 2022 11:35pm
14th Jun 2022 11:35pm
La Voladora
When I was a little girl, growing up in Chile
My father told me a story of a terrible monster.
At night it flies about on widest black wings
While once it was a girl, only one older than I.
La Voladora is her name, and one she shares
With others of her kind who serve dark power.
Where she flies many see her shadow on the wall
A tragic child is she, long parted from her kin.
Oh Voladora, what makes you so sad?
Did you not have a proper mom and dad
Or were you stolen away from your crib,
And in some sorcerer's cavern artfully hid! ...
My father told me a story of a terrible monster.
At night it flies about on widest black wings
While once it was a girl, only one older than I.
La Voladora is her name, and one she shares
With others of her kind who serve dark power.
Where she flies many see her shadow on the wall
A tragic child is she, long parted from her kin.
Oh Voladora, what makes you so sad?
Did you not have a proper mom and dad
Or were you stolen away from your crib,
And in some sorcerer's cavern artfully hid! ...
#dark
#childhood
#monsters
#mythology
#horror
108 reads
5 Comments
arortiz73
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Poem Published
4th Jun 2022 7:01pm
4th Jun 2022 7:01pm
(Exhibit A: Rape)
Though I'd beeƞ a viṙgin,
they still ℎad me purgin'
my sins through my stomach,
while my sôul waꜱ searchin'
to Chooꜱe The Right lane be-
tween my legs to merge in.
Ḿy hymen was surgin' their
words of encouragement.
Bourgeoning urgency d-
eeper inside me; the
muddy diverǧence
of bloody resurgent,
regurgitant splurge of
the church's detergents.
No judgement of jury,
ƞor clergy could budget
†he fury of urge for the
scourge they've incurred
in me, grudge that...
they still ℎad me purgin'
my sins through my stomach,
while my sôul waꜱ searchin'
to Chooꜱe The Right lane be-
tween my legs to merge in.
Ḿy hymen was surgin' their
words of encouragement.
Bourgeoning urgency d-
eeper inside me; the
muddy diverǧence
of bloody resurgent,
regurgitant splurge of
the church's detergents.
No judgement of jury,
ƞor clergy could budget
†he fury of urge for the
scourge they've incurred
in me, grudge that...
#monsters
#unicorns
#zombies
98 reads
0 Comments
arortiz73
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MTP
Poem Published
29th May 2022 5:53pm
29th May 2022 5:53pm
Joan Wins A Brophy
Sophmors bangen my door; and more stormed-in,
dropped me down on all fours; out per-four-men.
Shown more semen than seamen see showmen,
(î)nside me sideways, wrote five books of mormon.
Hair-rowing my heroine hymen,
heroed in and sent heroin climbin';
undēsserving the demon of sermon,
Bishop Norman to clean up the verm(î)n.
Utah me the ways of religion: Bringham Young,
keep 'em straight while they're squirmin'.
Be the stool, not the stool-pigeon virgin',
conformin' is worth the conversion.
Start punchin', your...
dropped me down on all fours; out per-four-men.
Shown more semen than seamen see showmen,
(î)nside me sideways, wrote five books of mormon.
Hair-rowing my heroine hymen,
heroed in and sent heroin climbin';
undēsserving the demon of sermon,
Bishop Norman to clean up the verm(î)n.
Utah me the ways of religion: Bringham Young,
keep 'em straight while they're squirmin'.
Be the stool, not the stool-pigeon virgin',
conformin' is worth the conversion.
Start punchin', your...
#monsters
#unicorns
#zombies
119 reads
2 Comments
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