"creaps" poems
See, you hear this word and shiver
While some of us get problems of the liver
yup! Exams are what I'm talking about
The reason pupils start howling about
Oh exams! What do we do with you
As it approaches, students be like
A reaction no one ever seen like
In our dreams like a monster sneaks up
Within our soul like Death creaps up
Oh exams! What do we do with you
That one night before exam burden
Reminds me of the war of verdun
Only if had books borrowed or lend
All night were the eyes to suspend
Oh exams! What do we do with you
That, to be murdered day arrived
Of peaceful sleep were we deprived
When the exam hall were we to enter
Shot a bullet shrapnel in the center
Dead were we when we turned the paper
Those questions turned us into vapor
Students like us had two or three attempted
Handed over those 2 sheets and left all exempted
Oh exams! What do we do with you
You're welcome, now to hell with you
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 3:49 AM UTC
Two cracking cackling clinging broom witches creaked into the closed cavern.
Combinding concoctions to create a cocktail of concretional chaos in their bodies. Coming time to close those crusty eye sockets, deathening sleep creaps on them.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
Let me tell you a story
Of a little girl that knew me
She was only nine
The age of innconce
The age of fun
But there was a hidden
Secret sounding the walls of the house
To everyone they seemed normal
But the clouds above them knew the truth
It starts of with one slap
Then two slaps
Then three
Then the hands touch her naked body
And the little girl cries herself to sleep
And the little creep
Just laughs.
The creep creaps into the little girls room
Exploits her little body
And his right to be a father
And leaves her left to wonder
Till this very second
She wonders
She is I
And I is me
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 7:50 PM UTC