All poems found containing the word eerie
topaz oreilly "an eerie silence that dealt time."

It's late in the day
standing by, Awareness drifts by
like stones carried in shoes.
Comments too few, to carry conviction
walks in sand  like a neon thought,
relics of crystallised leaves parade
an eerie silence that dealt time.
Only fortuitous believers became others
that sleep ordinary in this path.

Joshua Aumiller "It's eerie,"

Where are we that-
 we are so dressed up?
In our best blue scrubs
And white hot, neon light...

Do we dare question 
Knowing full well 
There's no hope in the answer?

The look in his seasoned eyes
Telling us that we shouldn't ask.
That it never gets any easier...
To whisper letters of expiration.

It's eerie,
Watching your skin crawl-
And your hair,
Fall from your head. 

Each strand,
A year from your life-
Without explanation...

It's twilight now, 
And the highlights of 
This short time we've shared
Have come and gone. 

And I've done all that I could do,
Within our means, 
To help you-
Free yourself from your conscience.

Yet,
I  still I feel as if-
"I should have done more..."

You don't have to be strong for us.
You don't have to prove anything to us. 
Not anymore, nor ever again.

We all know that we wouldn't be 
Half as successful as are now-
Without our matriarch there to guide us.

So this is your time now.
We know the battle for your body-
Is coming to an end.
You don't have to smile and pretend-
For us anymore. 

Instead, hold on while you can
And I won't let go of your hand!

Your eyes flicker,
Opening and closing. 
Your chest undulating 
Which each desperate pull for breathe.

If you can hear me- 
Hold on to my hymns  
And I'll guide you through the wreckage
To a majestic place reserved 
For angels laid to rest!

As always, you're so beautiful... 
In sterile white and hospital blue. 

You're so brave, and so beautiful!
Even as you cling desperately to your life. 

For your last words,
You speak in tones of reassurance, 
"I'm ready" 

But, I don't know if we are...

-JxA

zombieman79 "It had an eerie figure"

I thought I saw a ghost last night,
a goblin or a ghoul,
an ugly little creature
oozing salivary drool.

It had an eerie figure
and a huge gigantic nose.
It wasn’t wearing sneakers
and was minus all its clothes.

It hovered through my bedroom
as I tried to catch some z’s.
It appeared to have a lesion
or a facial skin disease.

I rubbed the sleep from both my eyes
and loomed a little nearer.
I knew what I had seen
was just my image in the mirror.

Christina "Their eerie creaks and slow moans"

The earth was everywhere
Left right
Above and below
Its rotten color seemed to run through my veins
I walked through deserted streets
Mahogany pavements cracked like wasted skin
And the looming buildings
Have had years to slowly decay
Their skeletons remained
With only their thin pasty walls
To protect them against the wind
And muffle its howling sound
Open doors and windows beckon me in
But instead they push me further away
Their eerie creaks and slow moans
Produced hush echoes
A ghost town it was
With only one lonely man
He seemed to be everywhere
Even down in the earthly sand
He stood in doors and windows
Between trees and corners
The man spoke no sound
Just stood there and was silent
"Where am I? What is this place?"
I demanded an answer
But he just stood there and was silent
Stepped my foot out of town
But even though I heard no sound
I knew he was there
The silent sound of death stood behind me
He pulled me right back in
And I slowly became one of him
One with the earth and its ashes

Inspired by Les Miserables (Jean Valjeans dream)
Emma E Jones "and eerie sort of scream"

those screams in the night
are they real
could they be in here
waiting for me
to close my eyes
and let them consume me
in total darkness
seeping in through the cracks
i here him shout again
always the same voice
his voice, that voice
your evil voice
pulling my mind apart

i wait each night
for that voice in my mind
you stare in to my eyes
i can seem to shake
that malicious glare
haunting voices of the past
hes screaming now
and eerie sort of scream
the one you hear
at the peak of darkness
lost in the depths
of an empty mind
he has no face
no body
just that demonic voice
consuming the night

not done yet just a idea
Isis Moon "eerie thoughts scramble your tiny little head"

Eggs are good with toast and butter, but the
beep of your microwave might take you out of your
serious, tedious, “over-coffee” thoughts.

Democracy, decisions, discretion and depression,
eerie thoughts scramble your tiny little head,
effortlessly. Banish them. Don’t worry you, you, you…

Jeez, what would I even call you, myself. It’s like I need
a change to figure out something so set in stone.
i need to be somewhere else, this house is to

Jagged and rough for me to pretend to like anymore.
cayman islands sounds good but—
elegance should come easy in my own home.


Emily.
ended bad, remember?
oh, wow, real bad. Don’t think about her,

Peaceful as she was, there are probably
cuter out there.

are you sure?

Establish some confidence in your
tea. She said she didn’t like my taste in tea. What did
you do for me, Emily?! Nothing!


V. Emily V…. what was her last name?
double-yous, two of you… would be unbearable. You were
excellent at everything terrible, you know that.

Why oh why, coffee and eggs? You always make me think. Get married in a ga-
zeebo? No chance in hell.

KC "Eerie reflection of me"

I'm standing naked
In front of a mirror
Eerie reflection of me
Yet it isn't me I see

I don't know who it is.

I see a monster
Who has done
The unjustifiable
And hurt people

I see selfishness
And superficiality
Irrational thinking
Fallacious actions

I see someone
Who has genuinely
Given up
And doesn't care

I see things
That aren't me
What have I become?
Who am I?

Sharina Saad "I last? to go through this scariest and eerie night?"

Mummy! Mummy! I saw a ghost
Right here in my bedroom, in our own house
I've never been afraid of any ghosts
But before my eyes , there a scary looking ghost!

I shivered as I opened my eyes again
Prayed It didnt see me and would simply disappear
From the closet, I tiptoed to the door..
Felt a cold, scabby hand rubbed against me.. cold and mushy..
and the door was shut, I failed to flee...

There I was with this ghostly creature
Hissss, it hissed at me so close ..
An ugly face, a real monster!!!
Too afraid to cry, too afraid to scream,
I couldn't even breathe, I was choking,
I was going to die...
Oh my god please forgive all my sins...

Tonight is a tormenting night..
Why should I face this traumatic night?
Why must this lost soul landed in my room so late at night?
To befriend me? Oh please go back to your grave.. That's my plight.
Tell me will I last? to go through this scariest and eerie night?

Alia couldn't sleep. She had a nightmare. Read her strories by Enid Blyton, sang her Back to December twice. Thank to Taylor Swift she fell asleep at last.
TEDAC "w sober user was my introduction to his eerie cage. I began to omit secrets and with"

A lone sly act from the now sober user was my introduction to his eerie cage. I began to omit secrets and with a shaky tone, I obey his ploys.  A comedic rant caused an accidental scar. This fed my panic. My soul drained, i was to weak to fight the rift from ending our epic masquerade. My plans were frayed when i realized this cycle ammused the beast. As I dred the war, I make a single vow. I demanded the return of my mystic halo.

Robert Guerrero "Why the eerie lullaby"

Why I love the moon
Why the eerie lullaby
Lures me to sleep
Why I am terrified of my dreams
The hollow glares of ruby eyes
Carved into my very eyelids
Why am I so afraid of me
These hands of desolate crimes
Blood stained from her tears
I wonder...
Why I am the villain in this
No happy ending fairy tale
Why don't I get a happy ending
I wonder...
Will you cleanse my soul
If I lived life on my knees
Clasped my hands together
Every night at my bedside
Giving you a round of applause
As I talk to you
As if you exist
Begging with you
Pleading for a perfect ending
I wonder...
What do I have to do
For a happily ever after

Bored, watching Shrek, parents pissed me off...again.
 
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