Horror Poems
Evil At The Wayward Inn
by Faith Brigham
'No more boarders,'
the inn keeper spewed
raising her arms in the air.
People once came to the inn in droves
because it was a quaint little structure
with flower beds surrounding it
It stood on the outskirts of town
a darling little place it was
that is until the unthinkable occurred
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Meaningless dream?
by Aditi Hayaran
I woke up in the confined space,
Old and rusty, full of snakes.
Weather so gloomy it looks like it'll shower,
Kept as captive in a abundant traditional townhouse tower.
Explored a little, it was not bright,
My voice echoing, no people in sight.
The snakes slithering here and there,
The signs of exit was seen nowhere.
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Night at the Necropolis
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Night,
Ageless and porous,
Sang screeches of fireflies of
Crescendo-diminuendo sparks.
What hour?
In the midst of the hustles, I lost my hoursight
Different, tonight, is my eyesight, seeing even
Through the darkest foliage of gentle, but sinister
Caress sway.
On the broken, cracked slabs, squatting, dark torsos!
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Disgrace in Full
by Igor Vykhovanets
Disgrace in Full
Is it not already clear
That life’s a stain, disgrace profound?
Relentless, vile, and always near,
Its filth surrounds us, all around.
Only eyes, by lies betrayed,
Fail to see this shameful plight.
Through disgrace, the world decayed
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Fire & Brimstone
by Mehrannè Talebian
As I think back on what took this squandered wanderer
To the nethermost pitfalls of hell,
Only the wickedness of mere existence can be adequate enough to delineate such misery.
A brute, stuck in a trap of one’s own making
With its stone walls, one’s lament echoes through the hallow chambers,
made of anguish & possibilities.
Shadows of what has been and what could’ve been,
Dance around to the cacophony of ones regret.
But what took this wretched man,
belonging to the heights of heaven,
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Meaningless dream?
by Aditi Hayaran
I woke up in the confined space,
Old and rusty, full of snakes.
Weather so gloomy it looks like it'll shower,
Kept as captive in a abundant traditional townhouse tower.
Explored a little, it was not bright,
My voice echoing, no people in sight.
The snakes slithering here and there,
The signs of exit was seen nowhere.
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Flat Occurrences
by Vladimir Vinsky
Analyze this text and try and assert whether it was written by a native English speaker:
Flat Occurrences.
Charlie Chaplin is clogging at me in my bathroom mirror;
He is smiling a staged smile.
I shake my stance—
a jarring configuration is kinkily salivating back at me.
I dread looking in the mirror.
I feel a daunting presence corrupt my flat.
Blackness illocutes decommission.
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Disgrace in Full
by Igor Vykhovanets
Disgrace in Full
Is it not already clear
That life’s a stain, disgrace profound?
Relentless, vile, and always near,
Its filth surrounds us, all around.
Only eyes, by lies betrayed,
Fail to see this shameful plight.
Through disgrace, the world decayed
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My darkness.
by Steve s
And of this beast I shall devour its soul,
In shadows deep where darkened whispers roll,
With fangs of fire and a heart of stone,
I seek the essence, the marrow, the bone.
Through tangled woods where the wild winds wail,
I chase the echoes of a haunting tale,
A creature born of nightmares, fierce and bold,
Its spirit glimmers, a treasure untold.
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When Breath Becomes Air
by beginner poet
i lay peacefully, my eyes closed amidst chaos
i hear wails, friends mourning over a great loss
rubbing my eyes , as i wake up
i have a look at myself - and i freak up!
i find my arms covered in blood & bruises
deep wounds through which blood oozes
my neck in bandages restricting breath
i try to cry,scream,run - somehow escape death!
hearing heavy steps, i look up and what i see
is a tall , black cloaked man in front of me
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