Horror Poems
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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The Letter
by Shreya Nayak
Insanely yet consciously
She opened her book
Only to find
A message from the crook
"I'm coming for you tonight,
All of you!"
Silence took over the room
Hands trembling like never
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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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Symbols
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Symbols come with broken drums,
Drenched feathers and hung skeletons of sun-blanched umbrellas.
Red talons define symbols —
Of encroaching deserts and flooding bloods;
Spectres of desolation haunt shadows of storm, whose limpid faces cloud
Up with derelict colours.
Rumours spread fast —
Rumours of Noah's Flood, accompanied by the laughter of
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A bloody battle
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I lived a story,
In a bloody dream.
A fight for glory,
In a running stream.
The roaring sound,
Of rapid fire,
Onto the ground,
Good men retire.
I hear the screams,
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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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