Least Read Poems About Monsters
#monsters
Related Theme
#scary
Least read poems about monsters. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
8. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
My feet feel gravity un-gilled. They shuffle
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...
#dark
#funny
#monsters #dating
#monsters #dating
16 reads
2 Comments
Machines of the Lost

#beauty
#ForbiddenLove
#monsters #obsession
#monsters #obsession
17 reads
3 Comments
Dans le Pays de Colline: L'appel du Vide
Kangaroos are suicidal.
That seems ab-
rupt. Ha*(see later) absolutely,
let us start
with the deer.
Choice of poison: sprightly
Sidecars. We shore mailboxes.
I rarely see red
flags anymore, doe.
A Hill Country halt
on asphalt. Anthrax.
Idea of a joke;
putting antlers
on mailboxes*. These Texans.
I lost count
their odorless stink
when fifty dented bumpers
stream
plow an end of tunnel
in the mist. Red
...
That seems ab-
rupt. Ha*(see later) absolutely,
let us start
with the deer.
Choice of poison: sprightly
Sidecars. We shore mailboxes.
I rarely see red
flags anymore, doe.
A Hill Country halt
on asphalt. Anthrax.
Idea of a joke;
putting antlers
on mailboxes*. These Texans.
I lost count
their odorless stink
when fifty dented bumpers
stream
plow an end of tunnel
in the mist. Red
...
#animals
#nature
#monsters
#memories
#frustration
22 reads
8 Comments
So True
I'm a line of credit,
With no real value.
I open an account,
So I can devalue.
This fiat money,
Holds nothing true.
Just harassment and entrapment,
And lawsuits.
One day I'll wake up,
And subdue you.
You're my true currency,
And I pursue you.
With no real value.
I open an account,
So I can devalue.
This fiat money,
Holds nothing true.
Just harassment and entrapment,
And lawsuits.
One day I'll wake up,
And subdue you.
You're my true currency,
And I pursue you.
#greed
#money
#monsters
44 reads
2 Comments
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
47 reads
0 Comments
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
58 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Monsters
Page: