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Poem Details | by Lewis Raynes |
Categories: horror, lost love,

Holding hands with the devil

What’s in her mind, sharp lines slice her in half, 
Into faded dark red, green and blue,
And the flowers cover up each emotional scar, 
From ever even shining on through,

To show the gouges ripped from her thoughts, 
To show the bruised, shaken, and torn,
Slit while she slept, in a nightmare of hell, 
For her public body to remain an unborn?

What does she think, where does she go, 
When her eyes are wide open to black,
When her eyes are blank to all of the noise, 
After her soul escaped the attack?

Does she remember those days that’ve gone, 
When she obeyed every little demand?
Does she remember those days when she sold her soul,
Just to hold onto his hand?


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 Stephen Kilmer |
Categories: addiction, horror, love,

Leave this Place

Dark wing
In the night
Flying towards
The moon
Tis’ but a demon
Upon it’s way

Makeup on the counter
Teeth in my drink
Powder by the faucet
Canned roaches
Don’t run or skitter
They fly in the night

A white wing in my hand
A gun upon my soul
Snapshots of posters
Rotting on a train
Rumbling through a vision
Of coyotes and dogs that bite

Waiting for a dungeon
Damp and dreary
Chains around my heart
I can’t leave this place
Now
I can’t leave this place tonight.

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 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 Sam Toil |
Categories: hope, love,

A Horror

i lay searching  
the night-grain nothingness. 
discharged from the world.
still, It comes.

oozing through undefined space
in fire-grinning simplicity.
humming like steel .
It beckons.
and i am ready.

but It has long been in place --
this....dying
as all men die --
slowly,
by suffocation.

yet,
the black streaks 
violet and orange.
you stir.
your untainted eyes open.

hold me 
precious wife
in the world 
a while longer.

Poem Details | by odwa mdeyide |
Categories: change, cute love, dream, fear, horror, image, metaphor,

CHANGES

CHANGES

The day begins with promises, 
from the east as the sun rises, 
it has hope that to all it carries, 
lighting our way from bitterness, 
that we wish to leave with yesterday.
The promise to shine away the pain, 
bring smiles and joy to its prey 
that it feeds from everyday.
Then the wind changes its direction, 
twisting smiles into smirks, 
clouds try to get each other’s attention, 
light shines from the grey sky,
threatening to take life by a flash.
Then the blue hides under grey, 
then small drops of tears of the sky.
That is how love passes by.
			The loving OW-JAY 

Poem Details | by Leslie Albright |
Categories: black african american, depression, desire, heart, hope, horror, loneliness, love,

Dear Depressed Girlfriend

Though your heart be breaking and you don't know what to do.
I think it's time to quit mistaking and maybe get a clue.
The writing is clearly reflected in the mirror.
Away from this cad, you outta steer clear.

You see my dear misguided soul, it's plain for all to see.
He hasn't any need for you, so you should let it be.
You have two sweet and beautiful kids who need you to be sane.
So try to find somebody else, and start to use your brain.

Your Agony Aunt who never say's can't. 
But surely will advise you, that you shant.

Poem Details | by Steve Hanson |
Categories: abuse, anger, betrayal, cry, how i feel, i miss you, lost love,

horror of heart

Working on the weather oh the hell on the side of this moon. I am only slightly screaming cause my dream girl is the nightmare of you. Growing up together now broken this tree and its branches still grow. Living and loosing life together its only in the hidden roots we still know. Paths in these embers I see a flame easily bought easily sold. Holding out to forever I see the one i love sold her soul. To her its just getting by but in my tears stained eyes I know. I will hate you forever the one who bit the bullet for a easier road. I will miss you forever cause if God only takes cheap tickets then your gold. Ide rather fight to the moon and back again for the ones my soul holds.

Poem Details | by randy johnson |
Categories: animal, horror, love, tiger,

An Animal's Attack

Last year I was attacked by a fierce animal.
I shot it but the bullet only grazed its skull.
I began to pray because I knew I'd be harmed.
That creature severed one of my legs and my arms.
The creature that attacked me was a ferocious tiger.
A woman drove up and luckily I was saved by her.
The lady's car scared the tiger and it ran from fright.
If she hadn't drove up, I would've died that night.
The tiger that maimed me had escaped from the zoo.
I fell in love with that woman and she loves me too.
When I was escorted to the emergency room, I had to be carried.
Even though I'm deformed, she loves me and we're getting married.

(This is a fictional poem)

Poem Details | by Shakeela Kingzley |
Categories: abuse, dark, death, evil, horror, love, psychological,

Those Dark Eyes

Those dark eyes on me
Like a candle-wax scraper

Cut me with your love
Then graze me with affection
Dip me in your world
Of damaged imperfection
Addicted to those dark eyes
Suspense of a frozen look
Soft feelings on my back
Before the thrust of a rusted hook

Ah but I like those dark eyes
And the uneasiness I feel
When I hold onto broken glass
You rest my head down on the steel
Addicted to the prick
Contamination that surrounds me
Rip my skin off piece by piece
At peace every time you drown me

Scabs feeling coarse
I like it like sand paper
Those dark eyes on me
Like a candle-wax scraper

Poem Details | by lol nm |
Categories: cry, horror, how i feel, hurt, i love you, inspirational, racism,

The Guy in the Empty Desk

You're next to my crush
the love of my life
you shouldn't sit there
that spot isn't yours

IT'S MINE!!!!!!!

Give it back to me 
you don't deserve it
I  him
I deserve it

Give.
It. 
Back.

Poem Details | by Christina Hons |
Categories: anger, august, baseball, conflict, home, horror, water,

Tough Love

Rain passes through quenching the thirst of the parched dry lands.
Lightning flashes and thunder crashes as God clinches his hands.
For he has grown wreary of his creations' greed.
Turning his back on the population. Ignoring the cries during their time of need.
He can't stand to watch as we indure his punishment.
Tough love now will save many on the day of judgment.

Poem Details | by Morgan Richards |
Categories: change, depression, emotions, hope, horror, love, philosophy,

The Art of Existing

Can you see me?
Are you aware of these 
clashing entities that are 
rubbing my insides raw?

Extended appendages and 
inaudible screams are all that
I have to salvage what's left of me.
Can you even see me?

Can you hear me
calling out from within the 
void? Do you feel the vibration 
from the echoes of this prison?

Can you hear me? I know 
it's too much to ask of you to 
decipher my feelings when I 
am speaking in tongues.

Can you feel me scuffling 
with my own emotion, trying 
to keep the beast inside from
mauling me into nonexistence?

Can you feel me fighting
my flight instincts? Darling,
my endeavor feels like failure,
so can you please help me?

Poem Details | by Jake Donovan |
Categories: absence, food, for him, horror, love, sad, sad love,

Still empty in the stomach

Hotdogs without the skin is like unrequited love,
all sorts with no where to put it.

Bravery pig with no city to save,
chopped liver makes it the same.

Beef tenderloin
and it followed the stretch to the fryer.

Medium rare 
like it should be
but still not what it requires.

Poem Details | by Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories: depression, horror, life, lonely, murder, sad love, stars,

Emptiness

There is hidden in the night
	a pretty madness
You can find her, you can hold her
	in a dream of sullen sadness
As you sleep beneath the one remaining star.

You are bidden from some height
	of petty feeling
To condemn her and to scold her
	just to send your vengeance reeling
Then you wake no longer knowing who you are.

You'll be ridden of the light
You'll be stronger, you'll be bolder
You'll be leaping through the ceiling
When your mind's driven afar.

You are nothing, you are nil;
Of complaint you've had your fill
You have given up all will
To forgive, to love, to kill.

Poem Details | by Alexis Brautovich |
Categories: confusion, death, depression, life, loss, lost love, sad, time

Horror Cracking Through

When horror knocks on the door

Slips through the cracks and enters the body, mind, soul

Fast like an avalanche

Traveling at million speeds 

It’s the same long forgotten nightmare

Every Breath

Every Whisper

Every Sound

Becomes too familiar

When falling hard to the cement

The shouts, the screams, the reminiscences

All comes too fast

Then life comes to a sudden halt

There's nothing left, just pieces of a lifetime slipping away

Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: art, courage, desire, gothic, horror, identity, love,

The Norman Knights Of Southern Italy

After the Dark Ages Southern Italy
was an unprotected land without kings:
the Norman nights saw the opportunity
and conquered it fighting Byzantine settlers. 
They roamed the fertile Campanian countryside
and built their sturdy castles on hills to guard their territory;
their love for adventures hand an impact on Western history, 
They defended the faith and remained Christians 'till they died.
They also freed the Holy Land from the Infidels...
and humbly bowed to Jesus Christ and Popes!


Written on 9/18/2016

Poem Details | by nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex |
Categories: beauty, death, fantasy, gothic, horror, imagery, love,

ANGELICA AWAITS

ANGELICA AWAITS

Dante’s angels have come for their souls,
they pounce on the unwary and the vulnerable.
No one is safe, for when you close your eyes
they will strike.
They show no mercy in their search for eternal youth,
it could be your soul or mine spirited away in 
the night.
Angelica smiles from the moon,
she is all white and sensual but in a second
she bares her teeth, age old teeth yellow and cracked.
She is Dante’s lover and a soul hunter.
Her beauty is her power above Men and God.
When she has taken every soul on Earth
Dante will come to claim what has always
been his.
Angelica his lover will be by his side,
the Earth will be theirs forever…


Poem Details | by Anna de Leon |
Categories: horror, i love you, world war i, world war ii, youth,

The Two Major Opposite Things in Life

War
Repulsive, Gruesome
Screaming, Crying, Fighting
Something that haunts your dreams; The one thing that makes you smile
Laughing, Smiling, Sharing
Beautiful, Phenomenal
Peace

Poem Details | by Jack Webster |
Categories: hilarious, horror, humor, humorous, love, memory, men,

NAME DROPPER LIMERICK---- contest entry

Sir Ian McKellen's a blast. 
He once graced a day of my past:
warm crumpets in bed,
my cheeks turning red,
til Patrick appeared with a gasp!

9-14-2017

Poem Details | by Paolo Mangubat |
Categories: death, death of a friend, funeral, horror, leaving, loss, lost love,

The Dark Feeling

I’m alone and no one is around
The feeling is hard when you’re like six feet underground
Crawling to life but emptiness is all there is
I forgot to live now, even eat and breath …

So many words, regrets and unfelt things
To leave behind from the reality of beings
I want to walk again and touch you at night
But it won’t let me so ill just keep you in my sight …

Poem Details | by Kenneth Fordham |
Categories: depression, desire, dream, heartbreak, horror, love, sorrow,

Delicate Monster of Doom

Oasis of a Dream 
In a Tranquil absence of Soul.

Aspirations of the Heart Abound.

Incense pay Homage to Dreams of fragile Love,
Floating away on a Cloud.

Suck at the Breast of Sorrow,
For Knowledge unbeknown,
You Reckless Beast of Burden Elude.

Quench Thirst with Sorrow of undying love,
In Turmoil forgotten,
Delicate Monster of Doom.

Kenneth Fordham
7/19/2017

Poem Details | by Marco Borda |
Categories: angst, confusion, passion, love,

The Horror of My Empty Soul

The horror of my empty soul!
lost but for the wanting
Evermore to wish upon
a love that is most daunting

For if in truth that love doth speak
of valor and good will
Shall I leave my cold lost soul
alone in darkness still?

Shall I dine upon this task
and chance my soul to bleed?
Upon the threshold of the world
to risk my empty need?

The horror of my empty soul!
What shall my choice now be?
Lost but for the wanting?
Or my wanting soul set free?

Poem Details | by Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories: crazy, desire, evil, funny love, gothic, horror, scary,

Bug Eyed Lady by Aspartameloaf

by Aspartameloaf

Bug-eyed lady ugly lady
Strolling slowly towards the sun
Bug-eyed lady cavern's lady
Child of hellhounds, friend to none.