The Slender OneLost in the woods with no light in sightThe Slender One1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You head forward, a gamble of life to take
The trees lean forward, closing you in tight
They twist to the wind’s whim like a vicious snake
To drag you deeper into their ghostly home
You clutch yourself, wandering forever in the night
You feel a presence behind you like that of a ghost
You try to shake it off, but whirl around in worriment
To only the pitch black in the comfort of forest host
You continue forward, cold and silent
The forest howls trying to frighten you
You ignore it, the way out was important the most
You come to a clearing and leap back in shock
There is a tall man in a classy black suit
Wearing a featureless face as pasty as chalk
Tentacles stream from his back and convolute
He cocks his head to the side; you swear he could smile
Your legs take off running; you have no time to gawk
The urban legend is more than a tall tale and you are to die
If you don’t find a way out of these haunted woods in time
You wish there i
Urban LegendUrban Legend1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Picturesque town on the edge of nowhere,
everyone just living "the life."
Suddenly subject to media glare,
reports of the mayor's missing wife!
Search parties, rescuers, all on the scene,
with rumors of mischief afoot.
People keep asking "What does it all mean?"
Many lock their doors and stay put.
"Over here," someone yells as the hooting owl hoots,
"I see something under the brush."
The ground shakes and rumbles heavy with boots,
the now gathered crowd in a hush.
The mayor of the town remarries so soon,
suspicion on everyone's mind.
But with nary a witness except for the moon,
the law stops pursuing in time.
Ten years have passed and the story's still told,
the horror of what we had seen.
I was a child only seven years old,
but the images still haunt my dreams.
To this very day I've never gone back,
avoiding those woods at all cost.
Something transpired, unholy and black,
our innocence that day was lost.
My Night Out With PoeMy Night Out With Poe2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Riding on the midnight rail train, snoring madman drives me insane,
while in the distance city lights entice us ever onward.
Try to sleep but him so noisy, wishing I was back in Boise,
not to mention silly raven, acting like my hat's a haven.
"Awfully hot in here," I stutter, suddenly in walks a maven,
asking why I'm not clean-shaven?
Oh, how I wish I could relate, this dismal trek to his home state,
though in reality the tale would bore you to your grave.
This Edgar dude is not my friend, he's not someone I could defend,
his raven bud's a ghostly sort, mug's always got an odd retort.
"Nevermore," he's always shrieking, wond'ring if he's drunk on port,
pleading with him to abort.
Whistle blowing train is stopping, guess we're here my ears are popping,
oh good gosh to no surprise the moon is full and reddish.
Raven hops on Edgar's shoulder, wishing I was feeling bolder,
howling wolf off in the distance, questioning this mad existence.
"Chilly night," is all he offers, pressing on in
Bloody Mary Your legend has many changes, your true origin unknown.Bloody Mary3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The cause of your untimely death, was never truly shown.
The threat of losing ones sight, or simply scratching out eyes;
was only just a guise. A guise that led to their demise.
Your presence in the mirror, which that is your portal through.
Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary, I summon you!
*Midnight Vault*Nightmare's dominion*Midnight Vault*2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Impossible, sleep holds fast
Trapped in midnight vault.
Tantalized by light
Freedom lies ahead, reach out
Nightmare grip, no peaceful sleep
Welcome rising dawn.
The Devil and IThe fiddle is not an instrument I can play,The Devil and I1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I still bet the Devil my soul today.
He appeared before me as I sat at my desk,
A demon with red eyes and a face so grotesque.
He wanted to see who could weave the darker tale,
And said he'd take my soul to Hell if I should fail.
I took his bet with an odd sort of glee,
For there is no one that has a muse darker than me.
Then that old Devil pulled a pen from behind his ear,
Leered at me, laughing as though I had something to fear.
His ink ran red as blood as he wrote,
And I couldn't hide the chuckle that rose up in my throat.
He told of the things he knew best, the depths of his Hell,
Where the damned and his loyal demons eternally dwell.
A chorus of souls dictated his tale as it was penned,
Speaking in voices almost too ghastly to comprehend.
He expected me to scream in terror, to quiver perhaps,
But my confidence was too great for my knees to collapse.
And as I began to write his anger with me grew and grew,
For he knew I had won even b
The Beast InsideDeep inside the pit of my mindThe Beast Inside3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dwells a beast more hideous than you can find
During the day it patiently sleeps
Resting and waiting for its nighttime feast
When the moon shines it full light
The beast awakens for one full night
Prowling the darkness devouring humanity
But what it truly feeds on is my own sanity
My mind fills to the brim with red
As both of our thoughts are now wed
And his actions then become my own
When we sing a song of growls and groans
No one can know the terror I hide
The terror buried deep inside
No one can see the eyes of the beast
For they will know it is I who feasts
Panic In The AirMadnessPanic In The Air1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Around the world
Has come for us.
All the conspiracies
All the secrets
Led us to this battle.
Fake leaders arrive
From the skies
They want to conquer
Our hysterical minds.
To the darkest place
Isolated the stars.
The human rights
In our flesh.
All the ways
Waiting for souls
That always beg.
You can hear
How a bone
On the floor.
We are animals
Hunted by a
Eyes in the NightEyes in the NightEyes in the Night1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They whispered that the night has eyes
Who knows what eyes it really has?
Who dares to utter what they see?
Do they see anyone who walks past?
One evening in July
When the wind was murmuring outside
And few stars glimmered in the sky
The wind suddenly died
There was a low sound in the night air
As though someone moaned in fear or pain
Then, as suddenly, that sound died too
And for o'er an hour was not heard again
Yet nobody ventured outdoors to look
The townsfolk feared the unknown
The night beheld the tale vividly
But had no voice to tell it to anyone
There came a low flutter in the air
As though from a pair of wings
The night has eyes, so people say
But they seem to be the eyes of winged things
Fly on through, oh wingy terror!
On the ether do you soar.
Bring the townsfolk such great horror,
and shatter their minds with your fearsome roar!
A MermaidShe conjures quite a storm,A Mermaid1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sends up great waves to swarm the deck,
To drown the crew and wreck
Their ship and snap the neck of those
Not yet in their death throes.
As ev’ry sailor knows, a maid
Who dwells in ocean’s shade
Will lure them far from aid, from land,
And with bewitching hand,
She’ll toss them, sink them and destroy
The lives of man and boy,
So that she may employ their ship
As home, and she will strip
It bare, and then equip the thing
With ev’ry belonging
She likes; perhaps she’ll sing as she,
A maiden fair and free,
Hangs shells and all things sea, and weeds…
’Tis all a mermaid needs;
These are the very deeds that show
She owns the place, and so
All sea-dwellers will know that she,
This daughter of the sea,
Has claimed the ship to be her base,
Her private, wicked space,
Her stolen, murdered place of warm.
I Can't FlyWe have to runI Can't Fly1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We need a way
To walk away.
This is the end
Our last phase
Soon our lives
Will fall from grace.
Are now red
And your blood
Invades the air.
Feel the despair
Taking the streets
Watch our sentence
Burning us alive
There’s no place
On earth to hide.
We don’t deserve
A second chance
Has run out.
I see them
Leaving the world
But I am still
Together in BondageTogether in bondageTogether in Bondage1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As we sit on the floor
First there were five
But now there are four
You see it in our eyes
You see the churning thoughts
Who will be next?
Who will leave this lot?
The sound of footsteps
Stop our hearts
As we all keep wondering
Who will depart?
The door creeks open
And the forms appear
I clinch my eyes
As the one draws near
He looks us over
And licks my face
And I think solemnly
I hope I’ve a foul taste
He yanks my arm
“No leave me” I shout
I want to go
But not this way out
He whisks me away
And they begin their carnage
And all I wish
Is to be back in bondage
There used to be four
But now there are three
Who will be next?
I hope it’s not me
Three Creepypasta PoemsLost SilverThree Creepypasta Poems1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The cool, stiff, skin
of these letter-like shapes.
The carteridge I smashed,
but yet he still escapes.
He follows and floats.
He's not a killer, I know.
But still, I fear,
as he drifts quite near.
The warmth of my body
is sapped away,
by his cold, hard, stare.
Sadness, not a glare,
is what I see on his misrable face.
The face of a dead man.
Lost Silver - romance
His lips so cold, so corse, so rough
Her hands so warm, so soft, so real
No arms to hold me
Remember me always
A match made in Hell
It's not love.
Not love, just lust.
These eyes I see,
eyes I don't trust.
Rough and forceful,
not kind and shy.
I rock myself,
sing a lullaby.
that caress my heart,
warm breath on my face.
I wake up with a start.
Forced down, like a beast
being tied to the bed.
I snarl and I hiss,
and I kick at his head.
The animal is not me,
as he laughs and walks away.
Is this really Steven?
Or did I meet Jeff today?
Come Daylight...I know that you won't be thereCome Daylight...3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You were never supposed to be
but I can still smell you in the air
it's a shame you tried to flee.
I know your body was hidden in the dark
you shouldn't have been such a liar
I enjoyed watching the first spark
it turned into such a beautiful fire.
Demon I´m a demon who is hunting in the dark, I´m a shadow of the darkness.Demon 3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Demon, I´m a demon who is hiding in the darkness to escape from the light.
I´m a demon who is filled with rage and hate against the whole world.
I´m a demon who hates the light.
Demon, I´m a demon who loves the darkness.
Demon, I´m a demon who is not showing any mercy or any emotion.
Emotion? I don´t Need it ! Demon´s don´t need someting stupid like emotion we are brutal and evil.
I´m a demon who is evilness is bigger than the human world and the demon world together.
I´m a demon who is laughing about the weak humans and who is hating them so much.
Demon, I´m a demon who is hunting in the dark , I´m a shadow of the darkness called as a dark Knight I´m hunting In the night my victims.
I´m a demon who has inside his dark heart just darkness and a inner beast who likes to kill.
I´m a demon who is are watching every step o
Ghoul NightWe watch quietly in the nightGhoul Night2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
glimpse spirit light
breath of cold air
chilling dark stare
Pale phantom make us her slave
dance on the grave
hear the ghouls howl
out on the prowl
The hungry ones begin to rise
with blood red eyes
laughter of crows
the Devil knows.
SecretPsstSecret2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come this way
And hear me say
I got a secret
Can you keep it?
Did you hear?
Do you fear?
That's my secret
Will you keep it?
Now pinkie swear
It's ours to bear
Promise you won't say
What you've heard today
Only time will tell
If you pass or fail
Lets just hope and pray
You can keep my secret at bay
Well, well, well
I guess at this you fail
It's your last day
It's the only way
Sorry, my friend
This is the end
My secret I'll save
Now go to your grave
The Light of The WindowOn a the shadowy corner of a darkened streetThe Light of The Window2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
lies a house whose occupants you never want to meet
You hear no noises or sign of anyone living
as this house is spine chilling
For you see during the day this house is like any other
but at night your terror will smother
At night you see only one thing to cause a nightmare
one lone window illuminated with a single figure just standing there
You see not their demeanor or their face
but something about this person makes your heart race
The person stands there unmoving as if waiting
further increasing the terror its creating
You close your eyes wishing it would go away
as you open them you might have gotten your way
For as you look now there in the window is nothing at all
but your hopes become dashed by a sound that makes your skin crawl
As you slowly turn around you are met with a gruesome sight
The Man Who Should Not Be is the cause of your plight
As he stares you down with his soulless eyes
you are aware that you are about to meet your dem
Leeres Leid"Es soll besser werden", die Stimme erstickt,Leeres Leid1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Die Wangen im Dunkeln, von Tränen benetzt.
Nur Stille zur Antwort, im alten Haus,
An der Wand am Fenster, die Uhr, sie tickt.
"Ich kann das nicht mehr", ein leises Flehen,
Die Hände, sie zittern, blass und so kalt.
Nichts rührt sich mehr, sie packt der Graus,
Sie will nur fort, kann nicht mal stehen.
"Wo bin ich nur?", sie weint jetzt schon,
Der Körper geschüttelt, so leicht, so leer.
Der Boden knarrt, der Wind heult stumm,
Selbst Ohnmacht ist nun voller Hohn.
Together in Bondage 2Before there were fourTogether in Bondage 21 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But now there are three
They will take one more
I hope it’s not me
My husband must be worried
Scouring the earth
Looking for me
Telling the kids
She’ll be back tomorrow
She’s just gone today
I have to see them
I must return
If I don’t say goodbye
They’ll be scared and burned
The door opened
And they approach
I wanted to fight
But I coward like a roach
I screeched as they grabbed me
I want to stay
Keep me in bondage
I don’t want to go away
There used to be three
But now there are two
Who will be next?
I hope it is you