HorrorI can't rest, I won't sleepHorror3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not when I hear things that creep
I feel the terror rise
I won't close my eyes
No one can make me
Not while they can break me
Don't turn out the light!
I have to stay up all night
I can't leave this room
When over me I feel them loom
I keep my watch on the windows and door
I hear slight creaks and shifts in the floor
Shivers dance across my arms in fear
Of everything that moves, all that I hear
They're right outside, I sense them
As I freeze with dread and tension
Their arms waiting to reach in and grab me
Their nails sharp enough to stab me
My entire body shakes
I'm fighting to stay awake
So I won't have a frightful dream
In any moment I'm ready to scream
"They're not real," to myself I insist
But I won't listen, in this state I resist
Fear is only in the mind
But it takes over at this time
There's no ridding me of this fright
No, not at any point tonight
A Mythos ChristmasA Mythos ChristmasA Mythos Christmas3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
T was the night before Christmas
All through the shed
Not a soul was stirring
Not even the dead
The crosses were hung by the fireside with care
In hope that the Black Man1 would not be there
But concealed under the holy bible
There lay a dark book
With a strange grimace on its cover2
Who knows who took it off its nook?
And a stranger imparted it to the neighborhood kids
That if they needed anything fast
Then they might take a look
So that night about eleven
When his mother and father slept deep
The son of Belmont crept to the book
Unable to sleep
He flipped to a page of sigils
He inscribed one on the floor
Then he took a piece of paper
And inscribed one more
Then he muttered these words:
The Old Ones were
The Old Ones are
The Old Ones will be
That night at twelve
When the air was still
The Black Man entered
He crept over the sill
He wandered through the house
And scanned the shelves
Searching for things never left by elves
Then he passed the tree
And placed a thing a
Breathing Glass ~Horror Version~ I had a nightmare last nightBreathing Glass ~Horror Version~ 2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I dreamt I was standing in a
Great big field of broken glass.
The ground had broken glass
When I took a step
Those shards dug & cut into
My feets' soles & flesh;
It caused great pain to surge
All over me,
As my feet bled.
But that's not the worst of it.
The air was wild & vicious
Each breath I took...
Every gasp I took,
I was unaware that
I was breathing glass.
Those tiny shards were
Cutting my insides;
Making me bleed internally.
Some managed to get into
My eye sockets,
Causing me to cry tears of blood.
My eyes were torn open
And my skin sliced open
Each cut got more & more
Deeper as I continued
Breathing in the glass;
My muscle tissue was
Being shredded into pieces,
Will this place be my grave?
As I then breathed my last.
I wake up in a
Hastur ChristmasHastur ChristmasHastur Christmas13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The stockings hung by the fireside
While the householder's family slept through the night
Blissfully unaware of what lay within them
Until dawn would shed its light
On the morning of Christmas day
When they would put their cares aside
So they thought
For, at the hour of 4 AM, the youngest child awoke
And went to check his stocking before morn
What he found gave him an awful fright
As he drew open the linings
Three lizards crept onto the wall
They slithered up towards the ceiling
Then they disappeared one and all
But who put them in was neither Santa Claus
Nor one of his elfin friends
No it was an unknown and unexpected guest
A bizarre and terrible fiend
Hastur, whose name is ever unspeakable
And that is the end
Of the tale I let you hear
Merry Christmas to all
And a happy new year
BellsBellsBells2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From the poem by Edgar Allen Poe
Listen to the bells
How they clamor in the night
How they fill the heart with fright
As though a sinner escaped from hell
And the night is so dark
That no one around may tell
The meaning of the bells
The bells, bells, bells
No one knows the meaning of the bells
Listen to the bells
Bronze church bells
How they ring through the air
How they warn us all to care
As they tell of death and demise
While within the pastor warns of hell
And the congregation sits on silence
Which like a curtain fell
Amidst the clamor and the clanging of the bells
The bells, bells, bells
Amidst the alarm and warning of the bells
Listen to the bells
Silvery sleigh bells
How the jingle and they jangle in the snow
How their jingle sounds like laughter
As though the demons are loose from hell
And they fill the air with laughter
Everywhere that they may go
And those outdoors stop to hear
Their hearts filled with awe and fear
But it does not in their faces show
The Guilty VampireThe lone vampire hunts in the nightThe Guilty Vampire3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Craving the woman he will bite
A woman that does not know fear
Or that death is wondering so near
She keeps walking on, not knowing things are so dire
Or that she is in the sights of the lone vampire
He will take her and make her his
Cruel perhaps, but that’s how it is
He’ll take her life with his dark kiss
And she will give into the bliss
He craves human blood, the taste is like sweet liquor
And once she falls into his trap he will take her
One more lost life that he’s taken
He wonders why no one’s staked him
For the list of crimes on his head
The countless masses he’s made bled
Sometimes the guilt cuts deep, like the blade of a knife
He holds the woman’s body close, one more lost life
The DreamlessDreams are priceless, dreams are fewThe Dreamless2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you dream, woe unto you
Dreamless monsters 'neath your bed
Sucking dreams right from your head
They can't be stopped, they fear no man
You cannot kill them, no one can
Eyes of black and claws of white
No one dreams a dream tonight
Right before you fall asleep
Inside your room, the dreamless creep
Snaking tongues inside your ear
Have you seen the shadow here?
I had dreams until they came
I had plans and I had frames
Now I sit here, cold and jaded
A lifeless husk they have created
Hold fast to dreams, don't let them flee
Worth more than all your finery
Dreams are priceless, dreams are few
If not for dreams, there is no you
Dream a little dream tonight
Dream of horror and of fright
Dream of monsters and your screams
Hold fast, my dear, and have sweet dreams.
AcheronAcheronAcheron1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The river of woe
Another name for the tears
Falling from faces hanging on walls
Death awaits the faces on the walls
The proof lay down at their feet
And beats in their chests
Those Who Wouldn't Let GoThere exists a place of total gloomThose Who Wouldn't Let Go2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Filled with neverending dread
A place for those who won't let go
For those who can't forget
Once you step into this world
Your soul is cursed
Your body is defiled
And your mind is at it's worst
Flies swarm around your body
Maggots eat away at your flesh
But you are not dying
You are beyond the grasp of death
And so you scream out in terror
But no one can hear you
You just lie there in misery
Wondering how life can be so cruel
You try to think what you did to deserve
This sickening torture
But all you can feel is the pain
Your thoughts are in disorder
You don't realize you lie
In the realm between life and death
Where ghosts roam
And demons oppress
ScratchesThe family Crawford was a family of four, two parents and two daughters who were twins. The mother, Catherine Crawford, was a beautiful spiritual woman with reddish curled hair, pale and soft skin and the most dazzling blue eyes which were shinning like stars in the night sky. She had a passion for writing the most creepily mysterious ghost stories. James Crawford, the father, was a manly man despite being a bit scrawny, he was a man with characteristically bony facial features, he had more colour than his wife and he had dark black hair. He was a talented businessman who was very skeptical towards the paranormal.Scratches1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Alice and Annabel Crawford were the two sunshines of the family, they looked just alike despite them having different hair colours. Annabel was a skinny and fragile girl, she had long blonde hair that could as well be described as white as a sheet.
Alice was a beautiful ballerina, she was a very talented one as well, mostly due to her gracefully elegant movements. Her light c
The Icy Terror!An icy chill screams in the nightThe Icy Terror!3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No living soul... would show their light
Less they would vanish from sight
Never to be looked upon again.
Terror sweeps across the land
As fear strikes the hand
Before they can take a stand
And render them in blood.
A lone soul wanders alone
Deep in the dark, mind unknown
the frozen air will shout and moan
An icy chill screams in the night.
Dig: A PantoumTake a shovel, the one in the shed will do just fineDig: A Pantoum6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
breathe life into what remains of me,
And my bones will sing for you -
All you need is to dig and follow the tune.
Breathe life into what remains of me,
etch life where there was once flesh.
All you need is to dig and follow the tune,
My haunting lyrics speaks through dirt between us.
Etch life where there was once flesh,
My haunting lyrics speaks through dirt between us.
Take a shovel, the one in the shed will do just fine
And my bones will sing for you.
BurningYou may call it wrong, but it brings me gleeBurning1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The fire kindled inside of me
Wisps and flames engulf my heart
In my eye’s vision, it’s a work of art
The doubt and fear ran out long ago
With the way streaks of light seem to twist and flow
Watching things burn and fall to pieces
Is the only way my urge releases
Some may claim that I’m psychotic
True or not, this is my narcotic
I struggle not to light up this town
Dress it in an aureate, crimson, tangerine gown
The gown will flow in all directions
Abolish every imperfection
Releasing a troubled prisoner of war
Shattering each and every window and door
But some this gown will never touch
For they are my only support, my crutch
It may be burnt, but I have a heart
As of yet, anyway— I have yet to take part
The desire is greater when the sun’s gone down
To escape my mind and unveil the gown
To set this deadbeat town ablaze
This is the only thing I crave
Beneath the flames is where I will lay
Attempting escape would
MetamorphosisMy integrity is my obsession,Metamorphosis1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Perhaps this is a confession,
Of my darker side,
Of the horrors that haunt my mind,
It is for a fact a grim story,
But don't worry,
Everything is contained in my brain,
But opinions will not be the same.
I've lost everything I love,
Broke the hand inside the glove,
That fed me these lies,
As sunlight dies,
The filth runs free,
Is strengthened by your diluted ways,
It'll stick in my mind for days,
So tell me something sweet,
In truth and honor,
Let me know you're not a goner,
Like so many before,
Bodies litter the shore,
I've lied waste to this ground,
As I'm headed westbound,
I'm a Avalanche of misfortunes,
Scrambling like petty orphans,
This metamorphosis is almost done,
Completed at the end of a gun,
With a pistol to my skull,
The impenetrable wall,
Has been turned to dust,
This cash out was a bust,
And I'm left crying,
From my illnesses and hate,
Oh what a horrible fate.
All Hallows EveThe wind whistles eerily through the dying woodAll Hallows Eve1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The dark October sky, a haunting backdrop for All Hallows Eve
None of the signs is pointing to good
I acknowledged this as set out to leave
I saddled my horse upon this forsaken night
I bid farewell my friends in the country and headed home
My horse whinnied and gave surprising fight
This continued until the road narrowed, little room to roam
The cool air whipped past my ears, buffeting my being
My horse slows down as the woods around constrict
The moonlight was my only means of seeing
The branches above began to weave and my sight it did restrict
The darkness is a frozen blanket as it covers me
The path, a pale trail leading out of the void
Smothering me, I struggle to breathe; the dark is all I can see
My horse snorts, I loosen my grip, not wanting my steed annoyed.
Surrounding me, the darkness loud
I have not seen anything as of late
Another breeze, a dark icy shroud
I see a face, pale in the distance; I start to hallucinate
I know I m
I Am a Lullaby I Am a LullabyI Am a Lullaby2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am a lullaby,
soft, silk sheets surrounding your ears,
such a lullaby
that sways the mind to halt its gears.
I am a lullaby,
the pill your heart swallows to fall asleep,
such a lullaby
that makes Silence sing during the night so deep.
Hunter now Hunted((@MyCrappyPoetry)) Heyo it's that Jackass I-Might0Be-Wrong with yet another daily deviation of crappy poetry.Hunter now Hunted1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A midnight clock, I'm counting the seconds,
a hunter in the night, sensing your presence
Predator now prey, desperate for sunlight
Survival I pray for, through a bone chilling night
Never had hope, no escape from the dark
I've been caught by the hunter, he'll tear out my heart
dfc14.09 trois-par-huit up-side-downon topsey-dfc14.09 trois-par-huit up-side-down2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
all down-side-up and heels-over-head;
oh-so deadly blitheness, the nicest sort of dread:
cry about your mom to the beast beneath your bed;
if you break the surface you will drown...
why's the frown on that clown
There's a Demon on Your ShoulderHow can you have not seen it?There's a Demon on Your Shoulder2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's digging it's talons in,
Blackening your life and burning your soul,
It's hurting you from within.
It's sitting on your shoulder,
Swimming about your head.
It hinders your every decision
It's with you in your bed.
It cackles when you make mistakes
It's evil, that's for sure.
It only comes to steal and destroy
Til your soul is no more.
It writhes at the name of Jesus
And screams when I speak the Word.
It holds onto you so tightly
That you think I'm absurd.
Nothing I can do will help,
All I can do is pray
That you will come to your senses and
Stop this game it plays.
Among the things that could be
You have got the worst.
A little creature to pester you
To keep you in it's curse.
It's breaking your back,
Makes your life smolder.
If you could ever listen, hear me now:
There's a demon on your shoulder.
-Michaela Roberts Jaeger
The Hag (Original Poem)I despise her, the hag with the rotting teeth,The Hag (Original Poem)3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the weeds that circle her hair like a wreath.
I despise everything about that wretched woman.
For she comes when I am unable to move,
And sits at the foot of my bed as if she has something to prove.
I cam say for certain that I hate that woman.
Her hair is as black as the shadows behind my door.
Every time I see her, for mercy I implore.
Yet she doesn't hear a word as she climbs upon my bed.
She then goes up to my chest as it is her seat.
Her smell is overwhelming, the smell of rotting meat.
And every night at this time, I wish I could be dead.
She only utters one word, as if it was her life,
"Beware" Each syllable cuts me like a knife.
Beware what? What is worse than you?!
Then she will sit there all night with a smile on her face.
The whole night I pray to God to save me with His Grace,
But the worst was yet to come, if I only knew.
This night I wait, the hag has yet to come.
Yet, my body is unable to move..Everything feels so numb.
Horror Poem- Three Times a KnockThree Times a KnockHorror Poem- Three Times a Knock3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I lie awake under covers, none for my eyes,
For I ruminated on my past laughs and lies.
Oblivious to me, ten struck the clock.
On the window, three times a knock.
An inference of a restless bush, I formed upon my wake.
But with an investigation, I found the culprit to be fake.
During the night, eight struck the clock.
Away from the window, three times a knock.
Fear was buried under skepticism.
My sense of reason was fueled by rationalism.
But, that night, six struck the clock.
Closer than before, three times a knock.
Anxiety grew within me.
The fear, I could no longer block.
In the sleepless night, four struck the clock.
On the doorframe, three times a knock.
The threat could no longer be ignored;
In fear, my heart took stock.
On the dreaded night, two struck the clock.
From behind the door, three times a knock.
But now my resolve was not to rock,
For safety came from behind the lock.
Sometime in the tension, zero struck the clock.
On the bed frame, three times a kn
''Alices in Wonderland''Once upon a time in an ancient world that is rotten and gone''Alices in Wonderland''1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lived a lonesome, little dream; young as a fawn.
The ignorant dream wished for some company.
For friends, for love, for goodness and light harmony.
The world in which the dream lived in
Was empty, empty, empty;
Not a soul nor corpse had existed on the earth in this lore,
And something to accompany the childish dream was what it yearned for.
For long, long while, it thought and it thought,
And at last an idea came, just the one it had sought.
"If company will not approach me," it had said,
"Then I shall come to it instead!"
With a delighted laugh, the dream prepared a brighter world,
And soon a beautiful scenery had at last unfurled.
Giving life to the haunted country was the most perfect plan,
And its mysterious name was known as Wonderland.
After waiting and waiting, a being finally came,
The visitor was new, but full of fame.
Giggling with joy, the dream watched from afar.
And as a new story unfolded, a stalking something e
The VeilIf you listen close enough you can hear the dead talkThe Veil1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just don't think its in your head when you hear footsteps behind you on the side walk
if you open your eyes you can see the shadows move across the wall
and in the skies you may catch the sight of a angel's fall
What if I told you that you aren't alone
Being watched when no one else is home?
What if I told you the things of nightmares were real
and they were waiting to pass through the veil?
If you opened your mind, you may actually see
that this isn't written just for poetry