"creepiest" poems
Timmy the clown was clownin around, then he fell on his head and he died.
Tommy the troll was trollin on by, when he saw poor Timmy and cried.
Tommy picked up Timmy, looked to the sky, and shouted out loud “God, why!?”
“Because clowns are the creepiest things in the world,” God immediately replied.
And Tommy couldn’t argue with that.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
You know when you told me you liked me
and I realized I liked you too I was overjoyed
You know when I told you I missed you
and you told me you did too , I was pained
In pain
Because I could not see you
because I could not express these unfamiliar emotions
that built up inside of me
For the first time I wanted someone,
you
to kiss my lips
I wanted to wrap my arms around you
and hug you close as if you would disappear
More importantly I just wanted to see you
Stare at you in the least creepiest way possible
I wanted to be by your side and you by mine
but then this distance hit
and I was knocked out of my fantasy
and my brain started to not agree with the rest of me
and my emotions were spinning out of control
what was I to do ?
Why was it up to me to make the decision I asked you
Then you said to me
"Because either way I'll be ok"
You would be okay...
If there was an us you would be ok
If there wasn't an us you would be okay
Why does my heart hurt?
For making me say the words
that we both knew
Was cruel of you
I didn't know what else to do
And then when the decision was made
I didn't know what would happen from there
So I asked you
Do we still talk like we use to ?
Do we still flirt ?
How does this even work?
and you said to me "we're still friends "
And I thought to myself
there was never a start but
why does this feel like the end
then in my pain
I blamed you
I had asked you to help me out
You said you didn't want to influence my decision
I thought your reasoning was ********
It takes two people to be in a relationship
Then you repeated those words
It didn't matter to you so you left it up to me
Because either way you'll be ok
And I didn't know how to feel
I don't know how to feel...
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
This evil body was burnt to ashes
Her devilish face forgotten
Her sins never forgiven
Her unwanted spirit shunned
sealed... hidden in a wooden coffin...
in the darkest, creepiest jungle of the dead
someone called her name today
the earth moves shatters the ground
fierce lightning in the darkest sky
thunderous storms shakes the world
She opens her eyes wide..
a loud thunder in her coffin
the evil dead howls...
horrible looking murderous monster
comes to life!
Run! she is on killing spree again!
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
Mythically attractive
This spellbinding October night
Uncountable stars
The moon shining vividly bright
The autumn leaves whisper
As they gracefully slither on down
The harvest we’ve gathered
Has our hearts waxing fatter
The lure of sweet passion
The magic that happens uptown
Jack o’lanterns and witches
Young hearts superstitious
Goblins and ghosts
Are the parties’ creepiest hosts around
We all take our place
At the feast as we haste
To go forth where old spirits abound
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 8:24 AM UTC
The morning comes a minute too soon
Before my R E M cycle has finished kicked in
I wasn’t mentally prepare to face another day
So, here I am once again: undone
The autumn leaves blanket the cold October ground
covering Jack' o lantern face and my front lawn
While my candid thoughts were on Halloween spooky night song
~~~~~~~~~~
The loud screams, of trick or treats,
was heard all around this gloomy town
small tots all dress up in hideous costumes
once more my thoughts consume
black coffins, black spiders and black werewolves,
the most creepiest sound and display on route 69
~~~~~~~~~'
Grown folks hiding behind the masks of darkness
another long night of evil spirits, ghosts and witches
on the darkest night of the year..
~~~~
Toddlers with Tiaras are on the verge of tears
what a lose-lose situation:
from beginning to end
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October is the time for frightening masks:
November is the season for hideous farm killings
Doom day is coming;
I welcome all of you to the darkest time of the year;
Happy Halloween, happy Halloween
Happy Halloween my global friends
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
Father, I have a confession, I admit I smoke one joint weekly,
Father I have a confession, I admit I think about having of ***
Father I have a confession, I admit I question authority,
Father I have a confession, I admit I sometimes write improper text,
Father I have a confession, I admit to being wild at my bachelor party,
Father I have a confession, I admit to being by myself when I'm alone,
Father I have a confession, I admit I have partied hard at the fraternity,
Father I have a confession...that I confess to you things I wouldn't
Need to confess to any stranger, and I don't even know you like this
At all, and how do I know FOR SURE that this is all confidential?
Right...I get it...YOU JUST DO...sorry, whatever, my bad!
Still this is the creepiest confessional that I have ever had.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
Behind the mask of darkness
Always lies the madness of one inner self
It is important to respect one fear
Around this time of Halloween
The autumn leaves had blanket the cold October ground
Covering the Jack' o lantern on the front porch,
And I wasn’t about to let nothing petrify me that cold night
I remember that morning had come a minute too soon
Before my R E M cycle kicked in
I wasn’t mentally prepare to face another day
But there I was once again: undone
In my country we were never allowed to,
Celebrate Halloween or dress up in
Anything, that resembles evil, ghost, globin,
Headless horsemen, or vampires,
It was known to be the works of the devil doings
My candid thoughts were on Halloween spooky night
The loud screams of trick or treats,
was heard all around this gloomy town of Collins port
Small tots all dress up in hideous costumes
I had allowed fear to control my thoughts and inner space
Black spiders, howling wolves and black coffins,
The creepiest sound and display on route 69
Grown folks hide behind the masks of darkness
While parading the street of Sotho in Manhattan
Another long night of evil spirits, witches and ghosts terrify the night;
Toddlers with Tiaras was on the verge of tears
what a lose-lose situation: From beginning to end
Close to ten there I was cruising down route 69
I check the glove compartment, took out a peppermint patty,
The rusty Beretta Nano pistol was still there,
snugly into my glove compartment
My pepper spray was close by my trigger fingers
Suddenly, I felt a **** scraping, and clunking, squeaking sound
My tire blowout in the middle of nowhere,
Behind the mask of darkness
Always lies the madness of one inner self
"Trick or treat!"
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC
Even in the darkest times
Worth only a few dimes
Even in the brightest days
That happen in so many ways
You will be remembered
Sometimes in the creepiest nights
In the middle of so many fights
Sometimes in the saddest events
The times I lack defense
You will be remembered
Mother
No matter where you go
Or what you do
Remember
That I love you
And You will always be remembered
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
From a long and dusty farm road
there was a scarecrow waving
Standing on a pole in a cornfield
meanwhile the sun was blazing
I started walking up to him
and when I was almost near
It took of his straw hat, gave a smile
and told me to have no fear
Welcome visitor he shouted
would you like to play a game
please enter my corn maze for a walk
and if you get lost just call my name.
then with an elegant swing
he'd opened the gate
Told me not to rush
he was opened until late.
The maze was well maintained
paths were clean and wide
rabbits running all around
it was a beautiful sight
But then all of a sudden
scenery drastically changed
corn was brown and dead
daylight seemed deranged
I got the creepiest feeling
that I was being spied
somebody was watching me
opaque to my sight
Suddenly I was on the ground
I must have tripped over a stone
after taking a closer and better look
it turned out to be a human bone
It's a ****** mess I am in now
I have really lost the way
how to get out of this maze
what did that scarecrow say
In order to get out the maze
I have to call his name
he can guide me back to start
and end this sinister game
Orphic music started playing
when it came to my mind
He did not even mention his name
I was being there confined
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 5:09 AM UTC
Every time I walketh into mine restroom at night
The creepiest little feeling
Is knowing one of those lilliputian shaytan's
Art piercing through me with their snake like vision's,
As wherein they'll scratch me
As I feeleth their burning sting.....
I say a benediction prayer to God
And light a little native sage around the house....
And they always dissapear,
As tis
I know its not all just the sage smoke that makes them disperse
But the prayer that makes them scurry like rats....
For they canst stand God!!!!
******* DEMON'S!!!!!
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
Empty
She hears nothing
She sees nothing
Just a very dark place
Come here
The voice calls
It's happiness
She flies toward it, with light feelings, while smiling but-
Come here
Another voice calls
It's loneliness
She stops midway
"I'll be right back", she tells happiness
She goes to loneliness with wide arms opened
She was nearly embraced loneliness when
Come here
She hears another voice calling her
It's sadness
She stops.
"Sadness needs me", she whispers to loneliness
And she steps towards sadness
Loneliness tries to hold on her, but she didn't see it
Can you come here?
One more voice calls
She stops again, looking for the voice
It's confusion
She becomes baffled
She wonders whether sadness will be fine
If she goes to confusion now
No, don't!
Come here instead!
One more voice calls!
She turns and look at anger.
She looks at confusion and then anger
What is she supposed to do now?
Come here!
Come here!
Come here!
Come here!
Come here!
Come here!
Emptiness, happiness, loneliness, sadness, confusion, and anger call her
At the same time
Simultaneously
She keeps running and running
In circle
Meets no end
Everytime she reaches the borderline, she runs towards different directions
She keeps running
And she hears one more voice
You don't belong anywhere
Finally, frustration says it
She fell down in despair
Come here
She feels cold fingers around her shoulders
She looks up
There stands the death
Giving her the dullest stares
And creepiest smile
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 4:53 AM UTC
Blood scattered all over the pavements
Gunshots and Blasts, with repeated cries
People are running, longing for their lives
and In just a beat of a drum,
rebellion has now begun.
Horrifying scenery that makes every soul awaken
terrifying scream that cause goosebumps into my skin
the nauseating scent of blood, send shiver down my spine
my heart sink, throbbing against my chest.
It was a sorrowful, tragic pointless war
a huge burden of today and tomorrow's generation
nights and days of horror, way back before
the creepiest events happens to our nation.
I was tormented by my own thought
as the picture played inside my mind
my nation and the whole world
as I asked the question “what happened to us?”
because even a thousand words won't bring us back
to the time and place that are safe and sound
the war is about to end yet no one win
on the battle field,
that has never been source of peace
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC