Poetry Blogs (Horror)
The trees are flesh made.
Gauntly etched to form gangrenous limbs,
Skeletal fingers lacing outward
For the heavens.
A multiplicity of fungal greens
That curl and sway about the breeze.
The trees are flesh made,
Blood racing within barcomulch veins
Wednesday 25th October 2017 6:06 am
Express yourself, they said.
Somehow I knew, but went ahead.
And as they recoiled, in shock
At the horrors under my bed
The fear and shame upon their faces
I've added to my box of haunted places
I join them, as me they mock
and hide my words when in their spaces
Thursday 29th December 2016 7:33 am
At first I thought it buried
like an iceberg in the sand,
with more of it concealed
than sat upon the land.
On drawing somewhat closer
a crimson carpet neatly spread,
beneath the gruesome cut
a living head.
Swollen tongue exposed
under shattered nose.
this putrid mass,
Wednesday 13th April 2016 2:20 pm
In a town called Tumbleweed
sound is deadened
so that every conversation
crawls like a gentle breeze
through cotton wool.
Beggars are kings,
Suzie is a victim.
The streets of Tumbleweed
host sinners, saints and surrogates
sneering into bibles
left to them
by agnostic pa...
Wednesday 6th April 2016 12:00 am
I'm going to tell you a story, which was genuinely one of the most terrifying moments of my life. I'd always been quite cynical about the idea of ghosts and demons and spiritualism, but this moment changed that for me and made me realise that actually, we are NOT alone in this world. Please, I know and understand the cynicism of most on this topic, but I can assure you that I have not invented any...
Monday 28th March 2016 10:45 pm
When roads turned black
and landscape's morphed
to cleft like human tryst,
the artist hand’s though crippled
brushed canvas with a kiss.
Cruelly wasted from the womb
though saved by England’s cradle,
he ventured to where colour bloomed
and feasted from its table.
Hell fell there
stripped flesh to bones
an aperture renewed,
darker grew his playful ton...
Saturday 13th February 2016 3:12 am
The whistle blows to sound the charge
and over the top they bustle and barge,
covered from head to toe in mud
and soon tainted with flesh and blood.
Up the ladder with slippery rungs,
a scream of rage from terror filled lungs,
adrenalin coursing through every vein
with the fear of not coming back again.
Knee-deep mud sucking boots from feet,
tangled in barbed w...
Friday 24th July 2015 2:55 pm
I stood there and chanted, "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary!"
"I heard you the first time," said the Bar Tender.
Friday 14th March 2014 9:40 pm
The shadows flick across the darkened room.
I imagine these are demons in their evil dance,
although I know it is only the passing cars.
I hear strange noises coming from the attic.
I imagine this to be a serial killer stomping around,
although I know it is the mouse I chased
away a few days ago.
I hear an anguished moan.
I imagine it to b...
Tuesday 4th March 2014 10:00 pm
She smiles so seductively and cunningly, waiting to strike.
If you dare upset her you do so at your peril as she will use her
power against you without warning.
She sees everything that we all do and all we can hope to achieve.
Even your deepest thoughts and emotions are hers at one sudden glance.
If you are lucky she will take your soul while you sleep.
Thursday 9th January 2014 1:33 pm
Our SchoolWas Haunted
Our school was haunted on this Halloween
All you could hear was moaning and screams
The chairs started groaning,
The floor was all sticky
The slime on the windows was squashy and squishy
The bats and the cats were cooking with witches
And casting a spell of chickenpox itches
The eyelash of spider and toenails of newt
Frogspawn and ...
Thursday 31st October 2013 2:17 pm
Murder, Death, Bones and Blood
Murder, death, bones and blood
Rotting corpses walking
Vampires, witches, ghouls and ghosts
tormented Spirits talking
Operations and autopsies
Severed heads and limbs
darker twisted horror stories
To rival Stephen King
Cuts and stitches, pain and screams
Dead bodies and mortuaries so cooool!
This is what we talk about
on the bus to school.
Thursday 31st October 2013 2:04 pm
I look into the mirror, an old Woman is staring back at me!
AHH!, oh wait, it's just me.
Sunday 27th October 2013 11:51 pm
expanded version of the blog I posted a few days ago - this time covering all four seasons.
Cycle Of The Scarecrow
A Scarecrow Dreams Of Living
A scarecrow in autumnal sheen
thinks of all that he has been.
His age old frame begins to lean
as bitter winds blow in, so keen.
He longs for days of evergreen,
so buys back time, wipes the slate c...
Wednesday 18th September 2013 6:32 pm
A Scarecrow Dreams Of Leaving
A scarecrow in the wax moonlight
is snowed upon one winters night
and as the crystals, soft, alight
he dreams perhaps some day he might
take footsteps off into the bright
ice world. His skeletal delight
some hours later, fat and white
with snow-flesh - waiting for coal sight.
Friday 13th September 2013 5:23 pm
To Love In Vein.
was dark and broody,
was pale and moody
(Celestine’s real name
dressed all in black,
(by the way
his name was Jack)
he thought he was
good in the sack.
thought ‘Oh, what the heck’,
thought ‘what a lovely neck’,
so hard to keep
their lust i...
Sunday 11th August 2013 1:29 pm
of sobbing children
for every bullet
the roll of pressure
heal to toe
flies swarming on open wounds
picking at the scabs
of wounded families
the searing pain
of widows and orphans
hurt is local currency
guns from foreign currency
Friday 19th April 2013 1:05 pm
Beneath the biscuit-bitten moon of dawn
There’s a hint of something unknown,
unprecedented enough that even the howling wind has flaked
To something spider-thin;
To the bare wire frames of lyricism.
Since then, the sky has darkened.
And static has started to skitter across asphalt and window-frames.
Friday 21st October 2011 10:23 am