Fear, Horror and Scary Poems
#scary
Scary poems range from mildly creepy poetry, to extremely dark, depraved and sinister writes. Scary horror poems to make you shudder and give you fear.
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The Ghost Within
In the realm of dreams, once more I beheld,
A solitary night, within shadows dwelled.
Amidst the darkness, elusive and light,
It lurked, playing in the veils of the night.
Vanishing before my eyes, a spectral dance,
Reappearing in dreams, a mysterious trance.
Is it mere imagination, a play of the mind,
Or a tangible presence, elusive to find?
In the vast expanse of the universe, I ponder,
Does the spirit exist, in realms yonder?
Yet, perhaps, when my journey finds its end,
The answers unfold, the mysteries transcend.
A solitary night, within shadows dwelled.
Amidst the darkness, elusive and light,
It lurked, playing in the veils of the night.
Vanishing before my eyes, a spectral dance,
Reappearing in dreams, a mysterious trance.
Is it mere imagination, a play of the mind,
Or a tangible presence, elusive to find?
In the vast expanse of the universe, I ponder,
Does the spirit exist, in realms yonder?
Yet, perhaps, when my journey finds its end,
The answers unfold, the mysteries transcend.
#dark
#scary
#ghosts #nightmares
#ghosts #nightmares
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ENTHEOGENESIS, A CHANGA TRIP
It was the second calling from the sacred spirit molecule. The first calling, years ago, resulted into a smooth exciting initiation with me going just across the nearest dimension without any interaction.
A tiny sachet of magic greenery was yet to be burnt in the triangle shaped pocket of a black bong.
I tried to make myself comfortable but my heart rate was too high. That was weird, because I always approach any psychedelic experience with curiosity and joy but with no expectation, picturing it as a blank paper that is about to be drawn. But this time it was different. Panic...
A tiny sachet of magic greenery was yet to be burnt in the triangle shaped pocket of a black bong.
I tried to make myself comfortable but my heart rate was too high. That was weird, because I always approach any psychedelic experience with curiosity and joy but with no expectation, picturing it as a blank paper that is about to be drawn. But this time it was different. Panic...
#identity
#death
#spiritual
#scary
#fear
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The Sleeping Game
Trees that die, and rot, and fall
Times cruel teeth do gnash and maul
The stench of mold lingers in the air
Mixed with that smell, the carrion's call
Skip and skip, frolick past the dead
As children play with a severed head
Mother Goose's songs sound so fair
Do you feel that creeping dread?
In the empty forest, a piano plays
Slow and soft with a tune that strays
As you approach it, you can only stare
For beside the piano, your casket lays
Some children appear, to help you sleep
One of them asks "Why do...
Times cruel teeth do gnash and maul
The stench of mold lingers in the air
Mixed with that smell, the carrion's call
Skip and skip, frolick past the dead
As children play with a severed head
Mother Goose's songs sound so fair
Do you feel that creeping dread?
In the empty forest, a piano plays
Slow and soft with a tune that strays
As you approach it, you can only stare
For beside the piano, your casket lays
Some children appear, to help you sleep
One of them asks "Why do...
#dark
#scary
#nightmares #horror
#nightmares #horror
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Gotcha!
Gotcha! deep silence, escaping
through the gate of dreams
listening to echoes, struggling
with the darkness of pain
what a bad little girl am I
"Ready or not, here I come!"
with omens of starch around my collar
cutting off my air as I squirm
as the twilight coyote reigns
ensuing my madness making me worm
what a bad little girl am I
"Ready or not, here I come!"
through the gate of dreams
listening to echoes, struggling
with the darkness of pain
what a bad little girl am I
"Ready or not, here I come!"
with omens of starch around my collar
cutting off my air as I squirm
as the twilight coyote reigns
ensuing my madness making me worm
what a bad little girl am I
"Ready or not, here I come!"
#dark
#scary
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Wake Up From That Nightmare Screaming With Fright
After taking a shower,
Gail walked over to a
mirror, dropped the
towel and stared at
her naked reflection
before seeing Robert
creeping towards her
with a sharp knife
which made her wake
up from that nightmare
screaming with fright.
Gail walked over to a
mirror, dropped the
towel and stared at
her naked reflection
before seeing Robert
creeping towards her
with a sharp knife
which made her wake
up from that nightmare
screaming with fright.
#gothic
#fiction
#scary
#FreeVerse
#sensual
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Dollhouse
The little girl opened up the walls.
She ran excitedly down the halls.
To open up her dollhouse.
The dolls all became back plastic,and put on their dresses.
Wearing their dollfaces.
And bright color, happy smiles.
She picked up one of them.
And she played all day.
Then,at the end of the day,she puts them away.
They turn back into their true form.
They walk out of the dollhouse at midnight.
And they head down to the kitchen.
Trying not to make a noise.
They weren't hiding behind their masks anymore. ...
She ran excitedly down the halls.
To open up her dollhouse.
The dolls all became back plastic,and put on their dresses.
Wearing their dollfaces.
And bright color, happy smiles.
She picked up one of them.
And she played all day.
Then,at the end of the day,she puts them away.
They turn back into their true form.
They walk out of the dollhouse at midnight.
And they head down to the kitchen.
Trying not to make a noise.
They weren't hiding behind their masks anymore. ...
#music
#scary
#horror
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Incident Report from November 10
Incident Report
Date: November 10
Time: 1:07 a.m.
Location: South Dallas, Apartment of Lauryn Xxxxxxxxx
Incident: Intruder Report
Reporting Officer: Officer Johnson
Narrative:
On November 10, at approximately 1:07 a.m., Officer Johnson responded to a reported intrusion at the apartment of Lauryn Xxxxxxxx in South Dallas. Ms. Xxxxxxxx was the sole occupant of the residence.
Upon arrival, Officer Johnson observed that the front door of the apartment was slightly ajar. Ms. Xxxxxxxxxx, who initiated the call...
Date: November 10
Time: 1:07 a.m.
Location: South Dallas, Apartment of Lauryn Xxxxxxxxx
Incident: Intruder Report
Reporting Officer: Officer Johnson
Narrative:
On November 10, at approximately 1:07 a.m., Officer Johnson responded to a reported intrusion at the apartment of Lauryn Xxxxxxxx in South Dallas. Ms. Xxxxxxxx was the sole occupant of the residence.
Upon arrival, Officer Johnson observed that the front door of the apartment was slightly ajar. Ms. Xxxxxxxxxx, who initiated the call...
#scary
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Only yesterday
Looking back is easier than moving forward
when everything important is toward
the past, pointing like a sick joke
choking your lungs like acrid smoke.
Life cannot be lived in reverse,
alas, this is love's true curse
to know that the end will eventually come
and you can only play dumb,
pretending that your happy with the situation
knowing but not preventing devastation
Yesterday's sunset and sunrise
were just your hopes and dreams in disguise
as you watch them come and go
never truly being able to know
which...
when everything important is toward
the past, pointing like a sick joke
choking your lungs like acrid smoke.
Life cannot be lived in reverse,
alas, this is love's true curse
to know that the end will eventually come
and you can only play dumb,
pretending that your happy with the situation
knowing but not preventing devastation
Yesterday's sunset and sunrise
were just your hopes and dreams in disguise
as you watch them come and go
never truly being able to know
which...
#sadness
#dark
#scary #despair
#scary #despair
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No Time For Anarchy
In seance with a dried-out Sharpie
release me from the hypotenuse
of troubled squatters creeping
from my mind's slide onto obscurity
dripping the ink of dark's algorithms
from the keyboard of my Lenovo
and the mouse pad dearly departed
with no time for cheese or anarchy
in longhand screaming at my shadow...
in seance with a dried-out Sharpie
release me from the hypotenuse
of troubled squatters creeping
from my mind's slide onto obscurity
dripping the ink of dark's algorithms
from the keyboard of my Lenovo
and the mouse pad dearly departed
with no time for cheese or anarchy
in longhand screaming at my shadow...
in seance with a dried-out Sharpie
#dark
#fiction
#scary
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dangling
Life doesn't have plots and subplots and denouements. It's just a
big collection of loose ends and dangling threads that never get
explained.”—Grant Morrison
on the wing, a sparrow hawk,
his feather rudder dancing with the wind;
or, tiptoeing on his stalk,
a lily-bloom with water woes to mind.
teetering upon his edge,
a child unwary of his pending fall;
deep misgivings for his pledge,
...
big collection of loose ends and dangling threads that never get
explained.”—Grant Morrison
on the wing, a sparrow hawk,
his feather rudder dancing with the wind;
or, tiptoeing on his stalk,
a lily-bloom with water woes to mind.
teetering upon his edge,
a child unwary of his pending fall;
deep misgivings for his pledge,
...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#scary
#risk
#weakness
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Tapestry of Her Soul
#lust
#dark
#erotic
#scary
#seductive
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A Party for the Cursed
#Halloween
#food
#scary #funny
#scary #funny
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