#scary poetry

[glennriley49]

Night Terrors

When shadows lengthen and day retreats,

She lies awake, heart wildly beats.

For in the dark, when silence reigns,

The terror comes and breaks its chains.

It starts with whispers, soft and low,

Then grows to screams she's come to know.

Paralyzed, she cannot move,

As terror finds its nightly groove.

Shapes writhe and twist upon the wall,

Grotesque and mocking, standing tall.

She tries to scream but voice is mute,

Trapped in fear, absolute.

The clock ticks on, minutes crawl by,

She prays for strength, tries not to cry.

For she knows well this nightly guest,

Will leave her worn and dispossessed.

When dawn breaks through, soft and grey,

The terror fades and slips away.

But she lies shaken, bathed in sweat,

Another night she'll not forget.

For when the sun sets once again,

She'll face her fears, this midnight friend.

In endless cycle, night by night,

She'll wage this war, this inner fight.

[cameraxel]

Long time away & a Poem

Long time no used! Feeling like I should put this piece of poetry somewhere even if noone likes it or even reads it - simply so it exisits elsewhere than my pc. If on some of my posts and things you notice i rarely used caps - its something i allways forget about. (edited to fix htis to this) The poem was written on the 17-08-2023 while watching Impulse & Skizz playing Phasmophobia.

Poem Title: spooky hunt - a phasmophobia poem 17-08-2023

there's a haunted house across the way a truck drives up and the driver appears placing restricted zone dividers out they return to the truck

a short time later the truck's back opens revealing light and sounds while four figures clamber out they're passing strange equipment about laughing and jostling as they walk up the path to the local haunt they cat call eachother as they joke as they go in equipment all ready to go hunting they sweep the house as they go looking for the haunter's place it calls home

they poke and pry and peer about looking for places that when in doupt that they could hide and save them when the ghost haunts to maim them places found and looking still for the spook to be called and claimed they go back and forth from the house and the truck equipment passing about as they set in the place they think is best the place the haunted spirit rests

the lights flicker flash and a sudden smash the bulb above breaks in a flash the sudden shimmer of spectors frame and then the darkness in the room remains the four react fleeing away towards safe spots that they've claimed a glance to the door and they return toward the room where they once were

equipment placed and they retreat looking as they go for something unique a haunted item or something that has claim on the spector that remains they return singularly but more often in pairs questions asked sometimes ansered depending on the spirits type or desire responses gotten or unreplied they continue their quest to find the spector's identity or even a guess

darkness decends their lights start flicker they go all quiet and turning off their equipment as they scatter and hide and hope that the spector has not seen them as they hid they wait with baited breath and worried minds as the spector moves about closer and further as it hunts and suddenly silence that they hope is the end that the spector is spent and not killing a friend

awhile they spend watching the screen hoping to spot things unseen for movement for lights or things that glow to tell them more of their ghostly foe they go to check the equipent placed in a rush keeping up a soft whispered hush they go with plenty of haste for time they have they will not waste incase the spook resumes it's hunting for a taste

they gather the evidence and make up their minds to the truck they go and write up their finds a decision is made but is it right as the truck drives away into the night

[clownieboo]

Here in the Forest,

Dark and Deep

I fart so Hard,

It put me to Sleep.

[moonstoast]

catastrophiccosmic on tiktok // pinterest // in praise of defeat by abdellatif laâbi // pinterest // writing prompts for the broken hearted by eden robinson // fleabag // romeo and juliet by richard brautigan // vincent van gogh

[goiweu]

Bloody Desire

A soulless desire for mankind’s blood,

perhaps man’s animal instinct?

Tactful flesh be no more for blood spatter be at will.

[mj-thrush-gxn]

TW FOR GORE!!!

CW GORE!!

Cursed.

AND THATS THE POETRY PROJECT!!! I REALLY ENJOYED MAKING THIS EVEN TOUGH I CANT COLOR FOR THE LIFE OF ME BUT EH!!

I WROTE THE POEM MYSELF AND IDK IF I LIKE IT OR NOT BUT ITS FINE

IM GONNA WORK ON MY MUSIC PRJECT NOW!!

[webweabings]

MY SLEEPS ARE CURSED WITH NIGHTMARES

“Beautiful Redemption” (Caster Chronicles series), by Kami García and Margaret Stogl; // “Scrape” (Reveler series), by Erin Kellison; // “House of Leaves”, by Mark Z. Danielewski; // Stephen King; // “The Song of Achilles”, by Madaline Miller; // “Dead Toad Scrolls”, by Kilroy J. Oldster; // “Mockingjay” (The Hunger Games series), by Suzanne Collins; // “Watching you Without Me”, by Lynn Coady; // “Jack, Lucid Dreamer”, by David J. Naiman; // Nanette L. Avery; // Kimberly Brockman; // Anthony T. Hincks

[extravapalooza]

BASS / HEARTBEAT, inspired by the similarities btwn sucking dick in club toilets and dancing

two spreads from g*ndershit issue 3: partyscape, a zine that i designed and is very cool so you should buy it!! (all profits to trans mutual aid)

transcription under cut

(the same poem twice, with some words smudged out and changed in each instance)

[bass/heartbeat] exploding in your chest swallowing up [your heartbeat/the bass] from a room over / mouth wet and open [drink/cum] evaporating on your lips its glisten stolen back by [your/his] tongue

time is the caught glimmer of skin thru mesh [the dance floor/your mouth] sticky and stretching [beat/he's] throbbing [ /it's warm] and you stay like this brief / and content for it

grabbing the moment / one then two handed and pulling gently

[zenkindoflove]

For the spontaneous Elain Appreciation Day 2024 @elainweekofficial I decided to write a poem about Elain. This is born out of headcanons I have about her personality and internal struggles.

[failbrothers]

“The Encounter” by Louise Glück

From The Triumph of Achilles (1985)

[stayuntilthefoglifts]

There were two reasons I was scared to let people in; the damage they could do, and the damage they could find.

Chris McGeown

[bitesizedpoetry]

[thecoddaughter]

A Scary Marlowe & Fig Faeth Poem

If inspiration hits I might make more of these cuz designing things for poems is fun and I already have 2 made for Gothcleats week, so this might become my thing for a bit

[foxwyrm]

everything I know about dragons

June 18th, 2024 [draft]

they are scaled hearts born

from visions of sperm whales

blowing smoke in the vast sea.

they are victims of rightousness,

they fall beneath the sword,

forked tongues hanging from

bloodied mouths as,

one after the other,

they are beheaded.

they are born in rivers

and spit fire and burrow

in the cool earth. they

live alone and don't know why.

they are just beasts.

they are just beasts.

and they hunger like any of us.

I hunger like any worm

at the bottom of a well.

let the sword fall cold

against my chest, but

draw no blood. I just want

to be close to somebody.

that is all that I know.

[thefirstlivingart]

it's scary when things change, its scary when things stay the same.

pinterest / john steinbeck, journal of a novel: the east of eden letters / holly warburton / pinterest / john elizabeth stintzi, "saluta-tions from the storm” /  henri barbusse, the inferno (boni and liveright, 1918) / jeanie tomanek / @swarnpert on tumblr / junot díaz, the brief wondrous life of oscar wao / sylvia plath, the unabridged journals of sylvia plath / amy casey / pinterest / hilma af klint / mary oliver, upstream / anaïs nin, the diary of anaïs nin, vol. 6: 1955-1966 / @thepersonalquotes on tumblr