missjem56
Poem Published
Today 1:20am
Today 1:20am
The Angry Deep
Just off the coast of Belgium
Through roaring seas we sailed
Riding the crest of titanic waves
Our progress was curtailed
Whilst our hearts pounded, in gaping mouths
Our mobile island, dipped deep in the water
Whilst mermaidian sirens of the deep
Tried to lure us to, a watery slaughter
Each time we plummeted downwards
Screams of terror, came from the graveyard ocean bed
Seemingly awaiting, we soldiers of the sea
Where lay the sightless, eternally weeping dead
The cargo now loose, and listingly
Lost its...
Through roaring seas we sailed
Riding the crest of titanic waves
Our progress was curtailed
Whilst our hearts pounded, in gaping mouths
Our mobile island, dipped deep in the water
Whilst mermaidian sirens of the deep
Tried to lure us to, a watery slaughter
Each time we plummeted downwards
Screams of terror, came from the graveyard ocean bed
Seemingly awaiting, we soldiers of the sea
Where lay the sightless, eternally weeping dead
The cargo now loose, and listingly
Lost its...
#LifeStruggles
#sea
#scary #LifeAsAWriter
#scary #LifeAsAWriter
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averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
Today 1:02am
Today 1:02am
Halloween submissive
#erotic
#BDSM
#scary #sexy
#scary #sexy
37 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Turpin
Turpin
Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 11:09pm
20th Oct 2021 11:09pm
Freddy Says Revenge
I
A little kink in the stride
never hurt anything, especially not
a franchise built on fantasies
perverse, unorthodox, macabre.
And so in ‘85 the Final Girl
became a Final Boy,
the first queenie scream queen.
Tight-arsed and wet-chested,
he felt Freddy inside him
and felt himself turning,
unable to please his girlfriend,
compelled instead by leather and
his cruel, delicious gym teacher.
Whom Freddy can’t help relaxing with.
II
Sometimes a nightmare starts in the same place
as a dream....
A little kink in the stride
never hurt anything, especially not
a franchise built on fantasies
perverse, unorthodox, macabre.
And so in ‘85 the Final Girl
became a Final Boy,
the first queenie scream queen.
Tight-arsed and wet-chested,
he felt Freddy inside him
and felt himself turning,
unable to please his girlfriend,
compelled instead by leather and
his cruel, delicious gym teacher.
Whom Freddy can’t help relaxing with.
II
Sometimes a nightmare starts in the same place
as a dream....
#gay
#evil
#scary #PopCulture
#scary #PopCulture
33 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
19th Oct 2021 00:53am
19th Oct 2021 00:53am
Tally Of The Dolls
I started as a piece of northern ash to make baseballs bats but was rejected and auctioned off to Hasbro. It was there that I met my marbles. "I can hear them roll in my head."
I graduated from Willy Wonka medical school and did my internship at Mattel and Hasbro. Considering my internship was talking to pencils. I was recovering from seizures after therapy with leadless pencils. I was chewing on the erasers and making too many wood chips. I was called Bucky Beaver, MD.
I have spent many hours analyzing dolls trapped in their condition from puberty to adulthood. I have...
I graduated from Willy Wonka medical school and did my internship at Mattel and Hasbro. Considering my internship was talking to pencils. I was recovering from seizures after therapy with leadless pencils. I was chewing on the erasers and making too many wood chips. I was called Bucky Beaver, MD.
I have spent many hours analyzing dolls trapped in their condition from puberty to adulthood. I have...
#scary
#funny
103 reads
3 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
18th Oct 2021 7:04pm
18th Oct 2021 7:04pm
From a whisper to a scream
Menace to society running amok
Ghostface really doesn't give a fuck
When there's fear to instill, such yields a thrill . . .
but to kill? His drug of choice, better than any pill
Phoned voice assures you will DIE a nasty death
Your sobbings are just wasted tears and breath
He's addicted to hearing bloody murder screams
of the kids Krueger sliced apart in their dreams
So bone up on the known slasher movie tropes
Bide time with trivial pursuits if you have any hopes
of stepping off this terror...
Ghostface really doesn't give a fuck
When there's fear to instill, such yields a thrill . . .
but to kill? His drug of choice, better than any pill
Phoned voice assures you will DIE a nasty death
Your sobbings are just wasted tears and breath
He's addicted to hearing bloody murder screams
of the kids Krueger sliced apart in their dreams
So bone up on the known slasher movie tropes
Bide time with trivial pursuits if you have any hopes
of stepping off this terror...
#murder
#Halloween
#scary
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averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
16th Oct 2021 2:22am
16th Oct 2021 2:22am
My trick or treat
My trick or treat
Why you looking through my window, so very late at night, are you here to frighten me, you know that isn't right
Are you the Bogey man, who lives beneath my bed, or are you just a voyeur who's been caught watching me instead
I can't see who you are, your face is painted like a clown, I can't see if you're smiling or do you have a frown
Are you hear to scare me, are you a stalker in the night, or just some random trick or treater, hell bent on causing fright
What's that i see shimmering, oh my God you've got a blade,...
Why you looking through my window, so very late at night, are you here to frighten me, you know that isn't right
Are you the Bogey man, who lives beneath my bed, or are you just a voyeur who's been caught watching me instead
I can't see who you are, your face is painted like a clown, I can't see if you're smiling or do you have a frown
Are you hear to scare me, are you a stalker in the night, or just some random trick or treater, hell bent on causing fright
What's that i see shimmering, oh my God you've got a blade,...
#erotic
#scary
#fear
94 reads
4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Turpin
Turpin
Poem Published
12th Oct 2021 11:31pm
12th Oct 2021 11:31pm
1930s Double Feature
Please take your seats and do not have nightmares.
God will keep these phantoms black and white.
I
The Vampire Bat (1933)
Let me take you back in time
and place, to a town
with sloping rooves
and cased windows.
It’s always night,
and black-and-white.
A woman cries out,
in lamplight.
A doctor seeks to find
eternal youth
in bodies drained by what
crawls on those rooves.
And sneaks in by a cased window.
A bat whom only Hell can know.
II
White Zombie...
God will keep these phantoms black and white.
I
The Vampire Bat (1933)
Let me take you back in time
and place, to a town
with sloping rooves
and cased windows.
It’s always night,
and black-and-white.
A woman cries out,
in lamplight.
A doctor seeks to find
eternal youth
in bodies drained by what
crawls on those rooves.
And sneaks in by a cased window.
A bat whom only Hell can know.
II
White Zombie...
#scary
#monsters
#PopCulture #historical
#PopCulture #historical
46 reads
1 Comment
jessica_orr
Jessica Orr
Jessica Orr
Poem Published
10th Oct 2021 8:31pm
10th Oct 2021 8:31pm
houston
she ran away at quite a clip,
designer in alot of ways;
get some gas, then a crash
jon was really a perv.
met a guy, kinda neat;
helped me survive- liked puzzles.
together we made, a suit of light;
he ended up in a barrel along,
with that other girl.
made a break, air is okay-
freaky creature- the big one worse!
alcohol bomb in its mouth;
off to houston, to fight these jerks.
designer in alot of ways;
get some gas, then a crash
jon was really a perv.
met a guy, kinda neat;
helped me survive- liked puzzles.
together we made, a suit of light;
he ended up in a barrel along,
with that other girl.
made a break, air is okay-
freaky creature- the big one worse!
alcohol bomb in its mouth;
off to houston, to fight these jerks.
#abuse
#scary
#ShortStory
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adagio
Poem Published
9th Oct 2021 7:58pm
9th Oct 2021 7:58pm
Fingers Lifting
With echoes approaching my door
the night getting darker evermore
stealing my breath in this place
seeking my death in its cheeks
stirring slow beneath the shade
shadows rising over my bed
nothing chases the fear and dread
flooding over it has spread
laying eggs in the dead
the night getting darker evermore
stealing my breath in this place
seeking my death in its cheeks
stirring slow beneath the shade
shadows rising over my bed
nothing chases the fear and dread
flooding over it has spread
laying eggs in the dead
#dark
#gothic
#scary
67 reads
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
8th Oct 2021 4:05pm
8th Oct 2021 4:05pm
Ghost-in-Law (A True Story)
It was one late night sometime back in nineteen seventy five
When Frank came home nine sheets to the wind - intoxicated
His wife was really pissed off and she made him sleep on the couch
She didn’t like his heavy drinking and on that night she was very irritated
But Frank’s mother-in-law, feeling a little sorry for the guy
Thought it was cold so she got up to get sheets and cover him
And as she raised them over her head, in the dark, he suddenly woke up
So he stuttered and screamed seeing floating sheets coming to smother him
The...
When Frank came home nine sheets to the wind - intoxicated
His wife was really pissed off and she made him sleep on the couch
She didn’t like his heavy drinking and on that night she was very irritated
But Frank’s mother-in-law, feeling a little sorry for the guy
Thought it was cold so she got up to get sheets and cover him
And as she raised them over her head, in the dark, he suddenly woke up
So he stuttered and screamed seeing floating sheets coming to smother him
The...
#father
#Halloween
#scary
#funny
#ghosts
34 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 6th Oct 2021 5:51pm
5th Oct 2019 5:54pm
5th Oct 2019 5:54pm
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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