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.
Disenvoweled
Yzybyl was a witch, a hater, a slayer, a butcher and slasher,
An ax wielding thrasher who cut up words and then ate ‘em
She hated them because she was missing vowels from her name,
So she made a game of it then went on a spree of murder and mayhem.
She’d tear letters apart at the heart of their lexicon and they were gone,
She was drawn to slaying poems and essays like there was no tomorrow,
Sl!c!ng one character at t!me, replac!ng them w!th a symbol or a s!gn,
Unt!l they were dead w!th dread and there was noth!ng left to borrow.
...
An ax wielding thrasher who cut up words and then ate ‘em
She hated them because she was missing vowels from her name,
So she made a game of it then went on a spree of murder and mayhem.
She’d tear letters apart at the heart of their lexicon and they were gone,
She was drawn to slaying poems and essays like there was no tomorrow,
Sl!c!ng one character at t!me, replac!ng them w!th a symbol or a s!gn,
Unt!l they were dead w!th dread and there was noth!ng left to borrow.
...
#scary
#monsters
#WritingPoetry
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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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Journey through Darkness
I wander through the woods
shadows dance just behind me
path once seen in darkness brood
my heart pounds in crippling fear
home maybe at the other end
warmth of my mother’s hearth
might be waiting to welcome
lonely journey fear stops heart
I hear anguished cries of fear
the whispers of darkness intensify
harsh breathing around my feet
above the branches menacingly creaks
A ghoulish glow from above the trees
the moon wans as a dying man
its silver drapes a ghostly tableau
the forest is...
shadows dance just behind me
path once seen in darkness brood
my heart pounds in crippling fear
home maybe at the other end
warmth of my mother’s hearth
might be waiting to welcome
lonely journey fear stops heart
I hear anguished cries of fear
the whispers of darkness intensify
harsh breathing around my feet
above the branches menacingly creaks
A ghoulish glow from above the trees
the moon wans as a dying man
its silver drapes a ghostly tableau
the forest is...
#fear
#monsters
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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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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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A Sailor's Odyssey of Truths
Between the rocks of Scylla and Charybdes,
so voracious, so attractive, so hungry,
my heart sailed on a stormy sea.
Seeking the Mermaid, beauty in tenacious tone,
who lived on an island among the fearful abyss.
Maritime convulsions, disastrous results.
Scylla devoured the wanderers with her mouths.
Charybdes, the whirlwind, swallowed up the unfortunate.
In the cruel seas, the fearful sailed.
The islands were a mystery with a veil of illusion,
with shady palm trees and ivory beaches.
There my heart suffered, in solitude, ...
so voracious, so attractive, so hungry,
my heart sailed on a stormy sea.
Seeking the Mermaid, beauty in tenacious tone,
who lived on an island among the fearful abyss.
Maritime convulsions, disastrous results.
Scylla devoured the wanderers with her mouths.
Charybdes, the whirlwind, swallowed up the unfortunate.
In the cruel seas, the fearful sailed.
The islands were a mystery with a veil of illusion,
with shady palm trees and ivory beaches.
There my heart suffered, in solitude, ...
#mermaids
#monsters
#mythology
#nightmares
#sea
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Poetry From The Darkside
Evil monsters lurk within and they lurk to reap
They're in my mind and they're mine to keep
They'll hide from light, but when darkness grows
They'll whisper incantations, in lines of prose
They're always there, but not well defined
But the spells they cast, are to blow my mind
They're cloak and dagger, unreal, but stark
And so grotesque, they'll manifest the dark
They feed off nightmares, they feed off fear
I can hear their vile verses, for they are here
Their poetry from the darkside, is meant for me
For in my...
They're in my mind and they're mine to keep
They'll hide from light, but when darkness grows
They'll whisper incantations, in lines of prose
They're always there, but not well defined
But the spells they cast, are to blow my mind
They're cloak and dagger, unreal, but stark
And so grotesque, they'll manifest the dark
They feed off nightmares, they feed off fear
I can hear their vile verses, for they are here
Their poetry from the darkside, is meant for me
For in my...
#dark
#death
#monsters
#nightmares
#WritingPoetry
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That What Lurks Within
Beneath yon moonlit, hallowed ground
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
#dark
#gothic
#graveyard
#monsters
#shadows
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No Title.
"Did I not give all the love that I could give?"
Her hands are stained from the blood she drew from her skin.
She drew the monster back in.
She's saving them.
Why can't they see?
But they demand her to stop cutting again.
So, she rots, and she boils within.
The monster wants blood,
And if it's not hers,
It'll surely be theirs,
So, she hides in a corner and begins to cut her skin again.
Her hands are stained from the blood she drew from her skin.
She drew the monster back in.
She's saving them.
Why can't they see?
But they demand her to stop cutting again.
So, she rots, and she boils within.
The monster wants blood,
And if it's not hers,
It'll surely be theirs,
So, she hides in a corner and begins to cut her skin again.
#dark
#despair
#grief
#monsters
#SelfHarm
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The Smell of Fear
Ah, the perfume of terror, thick and sweet!
It coils, invisible tendrils in the air
A fragrant hymn to my ravenous heat
A banquet drawn from mortal despair
It rises, oh, it rises, from quaking flesh
That wretched vessel of trembling clay
Trembling breath makes the essence fresh
As their spirits rot and minds decay
I scent it now, that nectar, that prize
A symphony writ in the notes of dread
It speaks to me in their widening eyes
Where shadows dwell and hope has fled
Oh, how it lingers, how it taints the breeze ...
It coils, invisible tendrils in the air
A fragrant hymn to my ravenous heat
A banquet drawn from mortal despair
It rises, oh, it rises, from quaking flesh
That wretched vessel of trembling clay
Trembling breath makes the essence fresh
As their spirits rot and minds decay
I scent it now, that nectar, that prize
A symphony writ in the notes of dread
It speaks to me in their widening eyes
Where shadows dwell and hope has fled
Oh, how it lingers, how it taints the breeze ...
#dark
#evil
#fear
#horror
#monsters
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The Marmite Monster
The Marmite monster
Sometimes leaves
Their sticky footprints
In my hair!
And sometimes
Seemingly everywhere!
But where i like
This Marmite monster most
Is when he's crept
Across my toast!
by Jemia
Sometimes leaves
Their sticky footprints
In my hair!
And sometimes
Seemingly everywhere!
But where i like
This Marmite monster most
Is when he's crept
Across my toast!
by Jemia
#food
#funny
#monsters #satirical
#monsters #satirical
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The stone man
Here I am as I am a man of truth and genuine honesty, when I speak with truth and trust. For what I believe in my mind and heart and spiritual thoughts. As I draw off my own life substance, with intelligences and upmost of my own subconscious thoughts. For sure as I continue, to stand up to the very tolerates, with the deepness of the nonsense that I see. THAT you will hear my words of thoughts of my own conversations. For sure sometimes we have to learn to be resilient, in our search of the truth instead of continuing to believe, in the bold face of lies. For sure I am a witness to what he...
#ghosts
#mermaids
#monsters
#vampires
#werewolves
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