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Spooksville

splintered ink
porcelain doll
out on the brink
the hearse on a roll

a slip in time
message sealed
from the hall
the axe is wield

call me Chucky
Norman Bates
entangled stranger
accept your fate

swinging noose
laughing clown
the message's clear
leave this town
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Posted: May 6
About this poem:
here's a challenge, write me a scary poem, everyone likes a good horror :)

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salamuna
well written one Oceanzest. really enjoyed the read.
I am not good at all in dark poetry, so mine one is not so scary

Nightmare

I woke up suddenly
In the silence of the night,
And my heart was pounding
Wildly,
I saw in the dark
Someone's sorrowful eyes
On an empty and silent wall .
The eyes were full of sorrow
And horror
I still feel their call
In the Freezing silence
Of the night.
Mizzy4online today!
Good poem Ocean and an interesting horror challenge.

" The Meat Cleaver "

Imprisoned in a cold dark room,
His victims wait to face their doom,
As he unchained the outer gate,
The time had come to seal their fate,
His heart was cold, his face austere,
Remorseless eyes instilling fear,
In his rough hand a cleaving knife,
His lurid plan to take a life,
It's too late now to stop this deed,
His shiny blade would make them bleed.
Then suddenly two cops appeared,
Quite unperturbed and acting weird,
The bloodstained man they came to greet,
And said we're here to buy some meat,
A murdering crime ? An evil cop ?
This butcher just worked in his fresh meat shop.
laugh
Nuwahri61online today!
Cool write ....... see what I can conjure up grin
Oceanzestonline today!
spooky encounter Salamuna, and nice twist Mick!
southmiami4321online today!
Mother's Night
Down the dark hallway,
She crumbled the floor
Leaving a bloody path behind
Two innocent lives left lifeless
Small heads tilted with open eyes
Staggering red fluid scattered
Hours earlier the bunk beds
With two twin brothers asleep
Wondering in their dreams
Mother out late shift
While babysitter watched
Netflix's newest film
Silence pondering around
Wealth being attacked
Mansion of middle class
Family ties rooted
With envy and hate
Too close to see the
Incoming intruder
As his steps go upward

Here it goes Oceanzest ...
Steady knife plunges
Deep innocent skin
No words or screams
The doorbell rings
Mother and sitter
interchange words
Each to their ways
It's 12 midnight
Mother's day
Came to a bloody end
southmiami4321online today!
Sorry about that line seems I did a boo when I pasted.
southmiami4321online today!
Here it goes Oceanzest ..This line does not go there....so sorry

Mother's night
Down the dark hallway, she crumbled
leaving a bloody path behind
Two innocent lives left lifeless
Small heads tilted with open eyes
Staggering red fluid scattered
Hours earlier the bunk beds
With two twin brothers asleep
Wondering in their dreams
Mother out late shift
While babysitter watched
Netflix's newest film
Silence pondering around
Wealth being attacked
Mansion of middle class
Family ties rooted
With envy and hate
Too close to see the
Incoming intruder
As his steps go upward
Steady knife plunges
Deep innocent skin
No words or screams
The doorbell rings
Mother and sitter
Interchange words
Each to their ways
It's 12 midnight
Mother's day
Came to a bloody end
Oceanzestonline today!
brrr horror movie, chilling..
yasparkonline today!
Almost left the town Ocean, nice write indeed!wave

The challenge was challenging, here is my
not-so-scary take on it:

The Timekeeper
Kept the tools of his trade:
The Metronome and the Blade
Of the Moment
To separate
The Future from the Past

One day he met
The Death
In her pretty dress
She charmed him
And then betrayed
To steal his Blade
She keeps it razor- sharp
Looking for her chance
To entice
Strangers for a dance
With her
Oceanzestonline today!
better watch out for her!
Gligeenonline today!
She'd just had a baby.
Not long before this, her mother had passed.
One night, when she was sleeping up stairs in her bed, her husband, who she had argued with so much in her life, and who had beat her on more than one occasion, sat in their family room.

It was his turn to watch over the baby, who was asleep in his crib.
The room was dark, lit only by the television in the corner.
Every now and then, he'd look over at his child, to check that he was okay, then return to watching the tv.
He was not a man who could be accused of being a thinker.
Anything that was a little complex, was way beyond him. He was not prone to deeper considerations or flights of fancy - just your typical armchair neanderthal.

The pictures from the screen bored him, and he yawned long, and quiet, to convey that he felt as such.
Once again, he turned to check on his son, only this time, the crib was lit with something other than the soft haze of light from the tv.
It was a glowing, circular light, that was growing, and filling the room.
He sat in his chair, stunned, and frightened, trying to grasp what was happening.
He wanted to reach his child, but couldn't, because he was too afraid of whatever this thing was.
He wanted to run, but 'could not leave his child with whatever this thing was.

The light continued to fill the room.
Night became like day, and there, in the centre of that light, stood his recently deceased mother in law, looking, smiling at the grandchild, who's birth she had missed.
She did not even acknowledge her son in law.
She stood there, looking upon her grandchild for a few seconds more, and then she and the light vanished, and the room returned to how it was before, except for him - he was petrified, knowing that he could never unsee what he had just witnessed.

He told family members about this, which is how I came to know.
Some of them, myself included, believe that she chose to come see her grandchild when he was there, for the added bonus of frightening the man who had taken from her daughter's life.
He never changed, and eventually they separated, and she found a better man.

( I wanted to contribute here. I know that this is not a poem, but it is a true story that happened to my uncle in law. I have another story that happend to my uncle, but maybe that's for some other time. )
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