Scare Poems

Scare poems bring the best collection of short and long scare poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great scare rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these scare poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on scare are here for you.

My Dear Death

My Dear Death short poem

Word Death is enough to scare all Many dislike me for uttering it Some see negativity in me Many thinks i spoil their mood several hesitant to open my mail All agree to disagree with my thoughts Oh ! Death

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A Letter to My Unborn Black Son

A Letter to My Unborn Black Son prose poem

Dear son, African American warrior, Reincarnation of the people of the Sudan. I hope you understand why 
I am writing you this letter. And 
hopefully, by the time you read it
 Race relations in America are a lot 
better than what

Love Sonnet 143

Love Sonnet 143 sonnet poems

Have you contrived, to deprive me of sleep, By way of smiles, and acts of sweet accord, To make me toss in bed, for meanings, deep, Which sowed between my heart and mind, discord? Have you, your ways conspired to

God Is My Home!

God Is My Home! short poem

When I’m with my tears When I can’t escape my fears I come to you lord And you fill me with hope When the world seem to scare me When something dark surrounds me I rely on you immediately And

My Secret Place

My Secret Place long poem

My secret place is condensed by the deepness of the everglades, mixed with boldness of green Arabic sparks. My secret place is a place of comfort, a place of trust. Remembrance follows my innermost dreams. A place I can call

A Note To Self For Those Tough Days!!

A Note To Self For Those Tough Days!! prose poem

Life….This is not a fairy tale that we all dream of, fantasize or speculate it to be. Nobody promises us that, not even God. Life is an amalgamation, of those really fantastic, fanciful, sometimes phenomenal, remarkably awesome days and of

Soul Stuck Human

Soul Stuck Human short poem

I stand by the corners In the dark alleys By the stone walls By the dead-ends I stand by the corners By the walls of the homes One that is darker Than usual I scare you, plot your murder To

The Mountain Still Stands Tall

The Mountain Still Stands Tall short poem

You feel you have conquered it all. Your big ego still feels small Look man … The mountain still stands tall. You blast your way up to the top But you know not now … Where to stop The hill

“An Adult Orphan’s Cry”

An Adult Orphans Cry short poem

Was it really so necessary, For you both to get married; Was it so obligatory, For you to divorce and separate; Was it damn compulsory, For you to get me born; Was it really really required, For you to leave

Here’s Spontaneity, Not Serendipity

Heres Spontaneity, Not Serendipity short poem

There is a confusion again, it seems between “I” and ‘me” who is the soulful singer, who the dancing queen let it be said, for a final time till the siren stops and the bells stop their ring I is

Can’t Stop It Flowing

Cant Stop It Flowing short poem

The sound of guns may scare the birds on the trees, but rob not their songs. Autumn withers the leaves, but the flowers forget not spring— the time they should throng. Soldiers are killed here by the strangers of the

Ouroboros

Ouroboros short poem

Ouroboros is its own meal The same is true with Those from own country that steal! To hamstrung the incumbent Most party members are not hesitant. Ouroboros,they adore their party, Which they obliviously or Otherwise sully with A rent-seeking identity.

Call Me Perseus

Call Me Perseus short poem

Well I’ve got high hopes that When I cross the river Styx and Land on your island you will look On me with favor in your eyes Like a diamond in the rough All I have is a heart of

I want you to understand

I want you to understand long poem

Tonight, I am angry. Tonight, I am angry that, you don’t lie in my arms and I don’t know if you ever will again. Tonight, I am angry that these days we speak with words and not with caresses. that

The Wait

The Wait short poem

The wait continues, And it continues still,- Sick of the happenings, My mind echoes “Release” I’ve travelled much, halted more; Failures and eddies – O they were so much more. My mind is not my friend, It incites agony, as

Feelings

Feelings prose poem

Our central nervous system together with all its neuron cells make up our brains and spinal cords And with it all our emotions and feelings which signal when there is something wrong with us That is how a mother can

The Narcissistic Mother

The Narcissistic Mother long poem

Mother always called me the devil child She said I was loud, destructive and wild Parents told sister I was bad and she didn’t ever have to play with me Much time alone was no fun, however for friends I

Rainy Day

Rainy Day short poem

I woke up and saw Morning blossom with Drizzling drops of rain Clouds darkened the sky Like dragons up the alley Lightning struck like they Fired to scare away the aliens Pavements were washed to welcome All loners home for

Being A Girl.

Being A Girl. short poem

what is her fault? just ”being a girl”. Took her to the worst, left nothing to curse. No sense nor an idea, why and what is going on her. Calling out mom, wished hearts would really connected. considered her an

Beloved

Beloved ode

They say forget thy beloved, My heart knows not anyone else, Death separates body from breath, Men forsake their God for earthly pleasures, Clouds hide the morning sun, Darkness conceals evil deeds, But this heart, can’t breathe not without you,

Old Man Zombie

Old Man Zombie long poem

couples run naked then plunge into the vast sea laughter ensues… through the duration of the night a flock of birds with intense sounds In the distance the still silence then an old man appears gets into his boat and

Grateful & Hopeful

Grateful & Hopeful prose poem

Awakened with memories I’ve managed to keep quite a while So wonderful to be here just now, “I’m dressed with a smile!” Marvels are about to happen yet again, “I don’t know what?” Imagining lucky horseshoes on my good old

Tableau

Tableau short poem

Again I scare myself of the very thing. Moon was landing on lake for inward probe. One presaged silence, speaks, of the veracity of lovers to grass, where no dropp drives a sun, the red bricks build a shade. Ragweed

Just One Heaven

Just One Heaven ballad

No barb wire or wall will separate us No passport to identify No entrance fee or currency No politician of Police man to scare our fundamentals No wall clock ticking No alarms disturbing No black man or white man ruling

The Narcissistic Mother

The Narcissistic Mother long poem

Mother always called me the devil child She said I was loud, destructive and wild Parents told sister I was bad and she didn’t ever have to play with me Much time alone was no fun, however for friends I

Off The Cliff

Off The Cliff long poem

A narrow path with cliffs on the sides, I am walking along it since a time — Unaccountable… the path veil’d by Mist ahead! I see no end, neither can I relive that time when I started… Dark cloaked strangers

Hiroshima Speaks…

Hiroshima Speaks... long poem

Hiroshima That’s the name I am known by Sure , you know me too As do most of the people Across the globe Though for reasons not so good And why I wish to address the world today ? It

The Reconciliation

The Reconciliation short poem

The effigy wouldn’t burn whoever heard of an incombustible baseborn? we dragged it through the street its clothes torn off carefully painted features smeared in puddles we still remembered who we hated but this dummy of bound bamboo and straw

Run Away

Run Away short poem

Run away, run away Don’t let the rain scare you Don’t let the wind hold you back Run away into the world The clouds will fade away And the sun will shine your way The wind will blow in a

The Devil

The Devil short poem

Used to walk on broken glass, but I never gave up Tell you what baby, they all think I am crazy They all say that the devil created my way And you know what, I don’t care what they say

Creature Of The Netherworld

Creature Of The Netherworld short poem

Creature of the netherworld now I see you like never before Apparition – that is not me ‘Coz my journey there was smooth and nice So you can’t see but I can see. Hid yourself from the world you did

Dreams

Dreams prose poem

Even the sweetest darling dreams At times act as terrible antagonists And scare me to death Like the phantoms haunt a deserted castle Oh my God !….Please help me…huhuhu…. Am I not akin to a deserted castle? The castle where

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Auburn Dawn

Auburn Dawn short poem

I believe, I had not arrived when you were arbitrating between naked steel and the truth. Violence were you. I was watching the burning pyres in a row. Small hands were collecting the ashes, casting glances on the falcons. Why

Love Lunacy

Love Lunacy short poem

Love Insanity It has no beginning, no end either Only an intrigue the ‘is’ its synonym She laughs on that state of mine Become mischievous, I will turn over new leaf Limit!That even reason seeks its foot prints For prostration

Thoughts

Thoughts short poem

Thoughts that run on my mind Millions and millions, at light speeds of time The anger and pain The love and the smiles The horrors and fears A future that’s so close but never near A past that’s far behind

Seeing The Happiness Of Souls

Seeing The Happiness Of Souls short poem

Bodies die of getting envious, seeing the happiness of souls; the souls seem to lead the flowery life of fairies. Seeing it, bodies spread the sighs of hell into their eyes, lips and faces. Their two souls, as it were,

Grave Silence

Grave Silence long poem

As usual he was busy in his daily routine while his dreams and ambitions were soaring he believed that he would be happy for ever and shadow of sorrow would never come near His aim in life was to add

*The Dead Tiger

*The Dead Tiger short poem

the hunt begins after sunset under cracked moon, blindfolded clouds start visiting volitionlessly: the nesting eagles, I choose this bitter absurdity of large wings under the sun, where they will announce the shade, a lonely patch of life, of signature

The Musician

The Musician ode

The hollowed eyes were ringed with lines, The parchment skin was cracked and old, The tattered rags that served for clothes, Gave scant protection from the cold. Yet on that corner every day, Without regard for wind or rain, He

She

She short poem

now she is blackened ink bled over starched canvas her cursive forms whisper elusive words too many nights wasted on uncomfortable men her eyes roll mouth breathing nicotine air she beckons to me through locked doors