Poems About Monsters by Top Critiquers
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Poems about monsters by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
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
Impenetrable Membranes
An October morning is hung with a thick haunting fog.
There are stories of unmentioned entities, that shift
within the heavy mist.
The monsters that emerge from the bog.
Visible enough to the human eye
To summon my mortal cries.
Monsters don't scare me,
it's losing your mind.
There was an angel statue beneath the tree.
I felt her eyes bore into the central core of my
aching need.
In silent transmission she said to me,
You will be happy someday, just not today.
On my heart sat a crushing weight.
She said my...
There are stories of unmentioned entities, that shift
within the heavy mist.
The monsters that emerge from the bog.
Visible enough to the human eye
To summon my mortal cries.
Monsters don't scare me,
it's losing your mind.
There was an angel statue beneath the tree.
I felt her eyes bore into the central core of my
aching need.
In silent transmission she said to me,
You will be happy someday, just not today.
On my heart sat a crushing weight.
She said my...
#strength
#hope
#monsters #illness
#monsters #illness
118 reads
13 Comments
The Men
Darkness comes to entertain
inside me conjured forward
in the greedy need I am loved
sinister stirrings awaken me to the bleak
A scarecrow perched on my shoulder shrieks
in the eternal torment froth on the seas means terror ahead
turn back inside yourself, torn
I look behind me and shadows encroach
looming large with scary grins
It's the men they've caught up with me
the powers that be scream within my soul
they are at odds with me
I seek shelter in the cool abyss
treading water appearing somewhat normal ...
inside me conjured forward
in the greedy need I am loved
sinister stirrings awaken me to the bleak
A scarecrow perched on my shoulder shrieks
in the eternal torment froth on the seas means terror ahead
turn back inside yourself, torn
I look behind me and shadows encroach
looming large with scary grins
It's the men they've caught up with me
the powers that be scream within my soul
they are at odds with me
I seek shelter in the cool abyss
treading water appearing somewhat normal ...
#dark
#monsters
146 reads
6 Comments
Scars Hiding
Look at my face
Really look
Grizzled
Beat up
Scars hiding
Irresistible
Right ?
A woman like you needs me
I don't take your crap
Yet I coddle you
As I can't resist the hurt you've suffered
We're not perfect
Pretty damn good
I'll take it
Will you ?
Really look
Grizzled
Beat up
Scars hiding
Irresistible
Right ?
A woman like you needs me
I don't take your crap
Yet I coddle you
As I can't resist the hurt you've suffered
We're not perfect
Pretty damn good
I'll take it
Will you ?
#anxiety
#relationships
#monsters #philosophical
#monsters #philosophical
663 reads
29 Comments
The Ghosts of Herak Part 8
Suddenly white light encompassed the whole compound; the light seemed to be made of little stars twinkling. Strange musical sounds came from everywhere; tinkling bells and summer rain. The twinkling light suffused the whole village and the people stood up, spritely and fresh. They looked around in wonder.
Ameria and I stood there in astonishment; the Guardian had taken off his helmet showing his long golden hair. He spread out his arms and the whole world seemed to glow with a warm pleasant light.
Orcus and Desire stood shocked as wonder upon wonder unfold. Flowers of...
Ameria and I stood there in astonishment; the Guardian had taken off his helmet showing his long golden hair. He spread out his arms and the whole world seemed to glow with a warm pleasant light.
Orcus and Desire stood shocked as wonder upon wonder unfold. Flowers of...
#monsters
#ghosts
#mythology
569 reads
5 Comments
Nightmares Kill
Nightmares are getting to where
all I see war between
My Father and my
Oldest Brother I'm stuck in the middle
It feels like I'm
going to get what I
want which isn't a
good thing because
I killed my oldest
brother in self-defense
to save my father
To which I wake up
Pissed off to the
Freaking World
all I see war between
My Father and my
Oldest Brother I'm stuck in the middle
It feels like I'm
going to get what I
want which isn't a
good thing because
I killed my oldest
brother in self-defense
to save my father
To which I wake up
Pissed off to the
Freaking World
#death
#evil
#scary
#monsters
#nightmares
499 reads
2 Comments
The Turning
#lust
#dark
#erotic
#monsters
#dirty
385 reads
3 Comments
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
326 reads
0 Comments
Frankenstein's Monster's Side...Chick
#Halloween
#scary
#funny #monsters
#funny #monsters
230 reads
3 Comments
The Doll
A soul trapped in the worth of a doll brought back to life
Will the ties that bind relive a horrible existence curse trapped in the existence of a doll
Mini-Production Brought To You By Another K Production
Will the ties that bind relive a horrible existence curse trapped in the existence of a doll
Mini-Production Brought To You By Another K Production
#evil
#Halloween
#scary
#monsters
#horror
598 reads
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
Halloween
I
Black cat posing
on a fence post.
Weird sounds in
the dark.
Karloff's playing
in the lab.
Lugosi's lying on
a slab..
lock the doors.
II
Pumpkins
sitting on the
front porch
harvesting
joy and
imagination
in their drupe
expressions as
they whisper..
Ichabod..
Ichabod where
are you?
III
The most
beautiful night
is when our
true natures
are revealed
by the mask ...
Black cat posing
on a fence post.
Weird sounds in
the dark.
Karloff's playing
in the lab.
Lugosi's lying on
a slab..
lock the doors.
II
Pumpkins
sitting on the
front porch
harvesting
joy and
imagination
in their drupe
expressions as
they whisper..
Ichabod..
Ichabod where
are you?
III
The most
beautiful night
is when our
true natures
are revealed
by the mask ...
#monsters
472 reads
8 Comments
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