Poems About Monsters Published by Members Recently Online
#monsters
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 11:06am
9th Feb 2024 11:06am
A Crooked Concept
Some monsters have always said
There are parents under my bed
One of their names is Ted
The other goes by Deb
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 Ted
The other goes by Deb
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
#rhyming
#monsters #MentalHealth
#monsters #MentalHealth
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 11:06am
9th Feb 2024 11:06am
A Crooked Concept
Some monsters have always said
There are parents under my bed
One of their names is Ted
The other goes by Deb
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 Ted
The other goes by Deb
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
#rhyming
#monsters #MentalHealth
#monsters #MentalHealth
80 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 11:06am
9th Feb 2024 11:06am
A Crooked Concept
Some monsters have always said
There are parents under my bed
One of their names is Ted
The other goes by Deb
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 Ted
The other goes by Deb
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
#rhyming
#monsters #MentalHealth
#monsters #MentalHealth
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5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
11th Mar 2024 3:49pm
11th Mar 2024 3:49pm
My Mind's Hernia
In my words the human soul
no pretense to my mind's hernia
unraveling darkness that lingers
like threads as I surrender
to the teeth on my pillow
and a penny for the old fool
waiting for my pound of flesh
deboning my misery
kicking seance beneath the table...
no pretense to my mind's hernia
no pretense to my mind's hernia
unraveling darkness that lingers
like threads as I surrender
to the teeth on my pillow
and a penny for the old fool
waiting for my pound of flesh
deboning my misery
kicking seance beneath the table...
no pretense to my mind's hernia
#dark
#mirror
#monsters
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adagio
Poem Published
11th Mar 2024 3:49pm
11th Mar 2024 3:49pm
My Mind's Hernia
In my words the human soul
no pretense to my mind's hernia
unraveling darkness that lingers
like threads as I surrender
to the teeth on my pillow
and a penny for the old fool
waiting for my pound of flesh
deboning my misery
kicking seance beneath the table...
no pretense to my mind's hernia
no pretense to my mind's hernia
unraveling darkness that lingers
like threads as I surrender
to the teeth on my pillow
and a penny for the old fool
waiting for my pound of flesh
deboning my misery
kicking seance beneath the table...
no pretense to my mind's hernia
#dark
#mirror
#monsters
189 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
11th Mar 2024 3:49pm
11th Mar 2024 3:49pm
My Mind's Hernia
In my words the human soul
no pretense to my mind's hernia
unraveling darkness that lingers
like threads as I surrender
to the teeth on my pillow
and a penny for the old fool
waiting for my pound of flesh
deboning my misery
kicking seance beneath the table...
no pretense to my mind's hernia
no pretense to my mind's hernia
unraveling darkness that lingers
like threads as I surrender
to the teeth on my pillow
and a penny for the old fool
waiting for my pound of flesh
deboning my misery
kicking seance beneath the table...
no pretense to my mind's hernia
#dark
#mirror
#monsters
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2 Comments
Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
6th May 2020 6:52pm
6th May 2020 6:52pm
Gothic.
By day the castle sleeps,
By night the spectre creeps,
The werewolf prowls the streets,
While the lonely banshee weeps.
The graveyard mist will crawl,
While the werewolf’s jaws will maul,
The vampire climbs the wall,
While both good and evil brawl.
The vampire’s victim screams,
While his eyes with pleasure beams,
Is nothing quite as it seems,
When the devil haunts your dreams?
The zombies from their tombs emerge,
While terror down your spine will serge,
Innocence with lust will merge,
While tempted by...
By night the spectre creeps,
The werewolf prowls the streets,
While the lonely banshee weeps.
The graveyard mist will crawl,
While the werewolf’s jaws will maul,
The vampire climbs the wall,
While both good and evil brawl.
The vampire’s victim screams,
While his eyes with pleasure beams,
Is nothing quite as it seems,
When the devil haunts your dreams?
The zombies from their tombs emerge,
While terror down your spine will serge,
Innocence with lust will merge,
While tempted by...
#monsters
#nightmares
787 reads
9 Comments
Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
6th May 2020 6:52pm
6th May 2020 6:52pm
Gothic.
By day the castle sleeps,
By night the spectre creeps,
The werewolf prowls the streets,
While the lonely banshee weeps.
The graveyard mist will crawl,
While the werewolf’s jaws will maul,
The vampire climbs the wall,
While both good and evil brawl.
The vampire’s victim screams,
While his eyes with pleasure beams,
Is nothing quite as it seems,
When the devil haunts your dreams?
The zombies from their tombs emerge,
While terror down your spine will serge,
Innocence with lust will merge,
While tempted by...
By night the spectre creeps,
The werewolf prowls the streets,
While the lonely banshee weeps.
The graveyard mist will crawl,
While the werewolf’s jaws will maul,
The vampire climbs the wall,
While both good and evil brawl.
The vampire’s victim screams,
While his eyes with pleasure beams,
Is nothing quite as it seems,
When the devil haunts your dreams?
The zombies from their tombs emerge,
While terror down your spine will serge,
Innocence with lust will merge,
While tempted by...
#monsters
#nightmares
787 reads
9 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2022 3:29pm
22nd Aug 2022 3:29pm
The Blob
What sort of ears must I possess
To hear iron's plummeting knell?
Which degree makes a molten mess
When meteors are sent to hell?
To think thin air will make stones burn
Like souls sent to lower levels.
What kind of thing is that to learn
By means of church or gay revels?
But the comparison is apt
For so many souls are stony
And some, that too often adapt,
Run the risk of being phony.
Odd, I think, for these things to roast
But shape shifting stones I fear the most!
To hear iron's plummeting knell?
Which degree makes a molten mess
When meteors are sent to hell?
To think thin air will make stones burn
Like souls sent to lower levels.
What kind of thing is that to learn
By means of church or gay revels?
But the comparison is apt
For so many souls are stony
And some, that too often adapt,
Run the risk of being phony.
Odd, I think, for these things to roast
But shape shifting stones I fear the most!
#monsters
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Rew
Poem Published
17th Jan 2024 5:50pm
17th Jan 2024 5:50pm
The Minotaur
The Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad
thought the rumour a load of bull,
'bout a wild bull... being his dad?
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad,
saw red, stomped and snorted, got mad,
felt the labyrinth's peaceful pull,
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad
once thought rumours a load of bull...
thought the rumour a load of bull,
'bout a wild bull... being his dad?
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad,
saw red, stomped and snorted, got mad,
felt the labyrinth's peaceful pull,
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad
once thought rumours a load of bull...
#monsters
#mythology
#triolet
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Rew
Poem Published
17th Jan 2024 5:50pm
17th Jan 2024 5:50pm
The Minotaur
The Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad
thought the rumour a load of bull,
'bout a wild bull... being his dad?
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad,
saw red, stomped and snorted, got mad,
felt the labyrinth's peaceful pull,
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad
once thought rumours a load of bull...
thought the rumour a load of bull,
'bout a wild bull... being his dad?
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad,
saw red, stomped and snorted, got mad,
felt the labyrinth's peaceful pull,
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad
once thought rumours a load of bull...
#monsters
#mythology
#triolet
39 reads
0 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
17th Jan 2024 5:50pm
17th Jan 2024 5:50pm
The Minotaur
The Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad
thought the rumour a load of bull,
'bout a wild bull... being his dad?
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad,
saw red, stomped and snorted, got mad,
felt the labyrinth's peaceful pull,
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad
once thought rumours a load of bull...
thought the rumour a load of bull,
'bout a wild bull... being his dad?
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad,
saw red, stomped and snorted, got mad,
felt the labyrinth's peaceful pull,
the Queen of Crete's bull-headed lad
once thought rumours a load of bull...
#monsters
#mythology
#triolet
39 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Monsters Published by Members Recently Online
