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Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, angst, anxiety, death, horror, imagery, war,

A Putrid Expanding Abyss


I can smell the coppery scent of blood and the stench of death, excrement and piss. A soldier lies dead, his face in the mud, I never believed war would look like this. My mind’s gone numb, I cannot shed a tear I can't change reality, so why try. For there's nothing left within me but fear the more I live, the more I want to die. I fear the killing will never be done God has left my heart, and abandoned me. For I fight a war that cannot be won and seen more than I ever wished to see. War is a putrid expanding abyss where simply surviving can seem like bliss. (Sonnet) Jan. 1, 2019 War Sonnet Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mark Massey


Poem Details | by Bobbie Jo Price |
Categories: abuse, anger, betrayal, depression, first love, horror, pain,

Be My Own Version Of Death

wrap your arms around me a little too tight
let yourself be the noose that ends my life
tear ladders in my tights while holding me down
pull a little too hard and drag me to hell
take my heart, its in the center to the left
its yours, my darling, take it right out of my chest
clutch my hand a little too roughly
shatter my bones and call me lovely 
take me to the Eiffel tower, guide me to the top
hold me from behind and give me a gentle shove 
rip my ribs out with your teeth, one by one by one
play them like the grand piano, show them how its done
lather your lips with venom, careful not to taste
kiss me until my last breath, simply watch me break.

Poem Details | by Pandita Sanchez |
Categories: dark, death, evil, horror, war,

The Hounds of Hell Released

The Hounds of Hell Released
Blood-spattered feathers on broken wings, and the Age of Angels and Light was undone. A black mantle of terror and darkness descended, as the red-hot lips of hell opened wide, belching out war-thirsty hounds that shredded peace to pieces.
10-31-2015 Contest: In 5 Lines or Less #1 (Picture This) Sponsor: SKAT A Placement: 6th

Poem Details | by Fred Lariviere |
Categories: abuse, anger, betrayal, dark, death, horror, scary,

Madness

I will not allow madness
Nor will I allow anesthesia
This place will end up in a mess
You won`t be affected by amnesia
As you will never forget this life-changing experience
Learn from your errors, that's just common sense
Whosoever sows the wind shall reap the whirlwind
You shall not forget to all who you have sinned

For you won't leave the extend of my madness with coma
Take for granted you'll be altered by trauma
You`ll be judged for each of your sins
Your corpse will be disposed in several bins
You are just a puppet
Used for entertainment
You can do infinite wishes
You will not leave this place with just a couple stitches


Poem Details | by Michael Vacek |
Categories: animal, death, horror, prejudice, racism, spoken word, violence,

Why Do We Keep Killing Each Other

I have become the tree, perched on a limb,
Bow in hand, camouflaged grey, black, and brown.
Looking with my eyes, not moving my brim,
Detecting movement, the forest slows down.

Suddenly, a flicker of ear and tail,
Flashes in the sun entering my view.
Deer browsing, eyes darting, heads bob, ears flail,
Squirrel climbs near, my position askew.

Chattering loudly, bushy tail thrashing,
Alerting of danger for all to hear. 
Blue jay flies in and joins with jeers lashing,
Deer, with a flick of the flag, disappear.

Why can't humans communicate so well,
Spanning differences, on earth where we dwell?

10/11/2017

Poem Details | by Olivia Brag |
Categories: death, depression, fear, horror, violence,

Now

I feel the world crashing around me,
my breath fading.

Pain surges through my body.

I fear my hope of life is diminishing.

All is lost I can feel the regret of every lost sole.

I long for relief but all I feel is torture.

When will it all end, when will the last hour be, how will I suffer death?



Poem Details | by Wren Rushing |
Categories: dark, death, desire, horror, murder, poetry, poets,

Rest In Pieces

They once met upon a poetry site,
shared romantic words by computer light.
His poems of rose pedals and floating doves,
her verses of broken hearts and jilted love.

Those touching comments soon lit a fire,
innocent flirting now burning desire.
Their public secrets fanned the embers 
and played out before all the members.

Alas unable to contain their lust,
to finally embrace became a must.
Soon they soupmailed their secret plot,
to meet in the nearest Wal-Mart lot.

What happened next no one can fix,
for her light was turned off at Motel Six.
It seems her tall dark poetic stranger,
turned out to be the "Trailer Park Strangler".

1/4/1

Poem Details | by jay moore |
Categories: anger, dark, death, evil, fate, horror, pain,

The Reaper

I've buried some and I'll bury some more
Hell no I don't keep score

If you see me, it's over
Shoulda picked a different clover

I don't care whose gonna miss you
I just wanna hurry up and get through

Don't cry or try to run
You can't believe things I can do son

Nah, go ahead

Poem Details | by Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories: allegory, arabic, creation, death, fantasy, horror, surreal,

Djinn

Djinn arises from lamp, says
"You may have one wish."
"Make all the trash disappear."
The Earth ceases to exist.

Poem Details | by Willie A. Buchanan |
Categories: crazy, dark, death, evil, horror, murder, scary,

JACK THE RIPPER


The man in the alley is insane.
Syphilis eats at his brain.
All dressed in black,
he is ready to attack.

He stalks in the dark of night,
trying to stay out of sight.
A certain type he wants to find.
Whores,filthy whores screams in his mind !

A door opens at a nearby Inn.
Laughter for a moment and silence again.
The click-clack of heels on cobble stone,
as a woman of the night walks home. 
 
A short scream then a moan,
as flesh is cut from bone.
He can hear the music of wind chimes,
as he stabs fourteen times.

He feels joy at her last breath.
Justification is somehow felt by her death.
Her suffering and demise brings delight,
as he disappears into the night.

Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: fear, grief, horror, introspection, joy, simile, thanks,

Sonnet from an Outcast

Like Frankenstein, I, too, am loathed to death;
     I walk this earth devoid of friend and hearth,
     devoid of joy from the time of my birth
and from the first draw of my infant's breath.
An outcast and a pariah among
     the friended, I exist without the mirth
     and bliss of those born of more ample worth,
esteem, and prize,—O would that I belong!
Still, I am loved of my dear family
     and most scarce friends, my books, and by my God,
and my most oft-read, soothing Poetry.
     These things I treasure, honor, and so laud
with gratitude and thanks abundantly,
     and so am glad as a worm in blesséd sod.








Poem Details | by nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex |
Categories: death, fishing, horror,

LETS GO FISHING

LET’S GO FISHING

We set out early when the air was cool to go fishing.

Deep within the forest at a river tributary lies

a remote stretch of water. A few hours later

our catch is impressive. I turn my back to eat my lunch

and I hear a scream. An alligator has snatched

my friend with its terrible death grip—

there’s nothing I can do but stare in horror

at the scene before me. Will I be next?

I wish I had my hunting rifle…

Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: crazy, death, funny, hilarious, horror, humor, humorous,

Lizzie Borden

(Limerick)

When Lizzie (Borden) saw what she's done
Thought to herself that was so much fun
So she whack them again
And again and again
Then laughed aloud at what she's done!


Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014


09.16.2014

Poem Details | by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories: dark, death, fantasy, halloween, history, horror, imagery,

Golden Cat

He dragged himself along a narrow corridor,
carrying a golden cat statue with him.
He walked as though the weight of the world
was on his shoulders, as he vomited
out thick blood. His favorite white shirt
was now red and wet. 
On his skin, veins were dark
and swollen, as though they wanted to explode!
It is picking the artifact
from  goddess Bastet’s shrine,
that made him to be as he was….

Poem Details | by Laura Leiser |
Categories: baby, betrayal, death,

Human Horror House

What of life? What of death? Clinical murder under investigation.
With cruel calculation, the doctor splits the fetus into sections.
A "little boy's" leg jerks reflexively, a helpless human specimen.
Dreaming of riches, she coldly mutilates, a chilling death sentence.






Written on 9/21/2015















Poem Details | by Ninette Carey |
Categories: blessing, daughter, grief, heartbroken, horror, how i feel, mother,

Mercy

In the Quiet of the Breeze    My Spirit Must Look Back too.....  a Darkness that took place....    Unfathomable to Face....    What I didn't See....  Is such a Disgrace...  How could I not know....   How could I not see....  How could I not feel   How could it be.....   I have no one to Blame but Me!!   I am so Sorry!!    My Darling Daughter xo that ' THIS' has come to be!!   May God in his Mercy bring Peace to Your Soul an Set You Free..xo

Poem Details | by Winged Warrior |
Categories: dark, death, evil, horror, , cute,

The Blade of Life

The time of death is now
The blade of life takes it bow
With thee I behead
Blood running red
No one questions why and how

Looking at the guillotine
One mans nightmare the other mans dream
Cousin to the knife
It takes away your life
Fast and sharp its cut is clean

Waiting in dungeon halls
Silent screams penetrate walls
No time to waste 
For breath’s last taste
As men shiver before the blade falls

Laying corpses mounting high
Executed not knowing why
Men will kill
Against their will
The bell has rung it is time to die.


Feb.21.2016   ^WW^

Poem Details | by Kayleen Ashwood |
Categories: crazy, desire, grief, horror, murder, scary,

The Butcher

hush! don't move, don't breathe
he will hear it– he will come.
your flesh is his prize.

Poem Details | by Rhiannon Ashba |
Categories: dark, death, evil, fear, horror, murder, night,

Slenderman

       Always watching you.
     He lurks in every corner.
     You'll think you lost him.
       He stalks you at night.
    Don't ever look behind you.
        Cause he will get you.

Poem Details | by Delice Arleen Skelly |
Categories: dark, death, gothic, horror,

The Count

Frozen grip takes hold Dead eyes look, the end is near Kiss of ice, last breath.

Poem Details | by Ezra cook |
Categories: beautiful, death, horror, lost love, marriage, murder, mystery,

Lady In Red

The Lady in red
awaits my arrival
 The Lady in red
lays and waits
The Lady in red 
never-more so beautiful
The Lady in red
Who is my newly wed
The Lady whose white dress covered in Red
is no more

Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: death, evil, fear, gothic, horror, violence,

Tormented in a pitch black room

In A Dark, Dark Room

Tormented in a pitch black room--
Smelling the foulness in the ground;
Flickering shadows in the gloom
That feed upon me, all around

Bound hand and foot, with neck exposed,
Tormented in a pitch black room,
I only slept, when coffins closed,
With nightmares of impending doom.

I heard above a muffled boom
My eyes assaulted by the light
Tormented in a pitch black room
Never more will I fear the night

I signed on with Van Helsings Free,
Hunting vampires from tomb to tomb.
I rescue others, lost like me--
Tormented in a pitch black room.

Poem Details | by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: absence, death, horror, identity, image, life, love,

When Love Dies

            When Love Dies

When love dies it takes sanity under ugly 
Drops it in a foreign land beneath cold sand 
No rock will take it underneath
It cannot fit or breathe there with the bugs
Because it stinks of death
Lost in decay disinteresting
Rocks have better things to do 
They sit there on the brink 
Some are solid in their dark
Say nothing of their fate 
No reason to think of culture or living things
Malignancy is not their cup of tea
When love dies trees forget to grow
They know the better part of valor
Rooted in the truth
Discretion knows nothing of the pain
When love dies the memory remains

Poem Details | by Zamreen Zarook |
Categories: autumn, day, death, earth, earth day, fire, forgiveness, giving, grave, history, horror, places, pollution, river, sky, social, space, tree, water, wind,

Why all this Destructions

Why all this Destructions? – Zamreen Zarook

God created this whole universe for the mankind,
He gave everything lavishly, thinking that we might be kind,
Even though people are able, they seems to be blind,
Whereas people failed to mind.

The sky which was created for the man started to scream and cry,
Since good morals and ethics were decry,
The fire started to do the mimicry,
As the water lands cannot bear, it came to man with a battle cry.

Land couldn't hold and it started to gorge,
Fresh air merged with chemicals and started to urge,
Whatever created for the man have started to over charged,
Stop evil and let the merits be enlarged.

Poem Details | by Miche Ulman |
Categories: abuse, addiction, anger, betrayal, body, bullying, childhood, cry, dad, dark, death, depression, eulogy, evil, family, farewell, father, fear, feelings, grave, grief, growing up, hate, heartbroken, horror, house, jealousy, loneliness, loss, lost, me, murder, mystery, night, pain, parents, sad, sin, smile, society, sorrow, stress, suicide,

Family Matters

In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.