Horror Poems
Flat Occurrences
by Vladimir Vinsky
Analyze this text and try and assert whether it was written by a native English speaker:
Flat Occurrences.
Charlie Chaplin is clogging at me in my bathroom mirror;
He is smiling a staged smile.
I shake my stance—
a jarring configuration is kinkily salivating back at me.
I dread looking in the mirror.
I feel a daunting presence corrupt my flat.
Blackness illocutes decommission.
......
Disgrace in Full
by Igor Vykhovanets
Disgrace in Full
Is it not already clear
That life’s a stain, disgrace profound?
Relentless, vile, and always near,
Its filth surrounds us, all around.
Only eyes, by lies betrayed,
Fail to see this shameful plight.
Through disgrace, the world decayed
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When Breath Becomes Air
by beginner poet
i lay peacefully, my eyes closed amidst chaos
i hear wails, friends mourning over a great loss
rubbing my eyes , as i wake up
i have a look at myself - and i freak up!
i find my arms covered in blood & bruises
deep wounds through which blood oozes
my neck in bandages restricting breath
i try to cry,scream,run - somehow escape death!
hearing heavy steps, i look up and what i see
is a tall , black cloaked man in front of me
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The Letter
by Shreya Nayak
Insanely yet consciously
She opened her book
Only to find
A message from the crook
"I'm coming for you tonight,
All of you!"
Silence took over the room
Hands trembling like never
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Unconventional reflections
by Noah Trist
In this carnival of hours
Why the chatter my friend
I’m not keen on your tales
Life’s relentless spin I contend
Navigating these social norms
Such a constant, taxing display
I’m no mate of yours
Just trying to get through the day
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Flat Occurrences
by Vladimir Vinsky
Analyze this text and try and assert whether it was written by a native English speaker:
Flat Occurrences.
Charlie Chaplin is clogging at me in my bathroom mirror;
He is smiling a staged smile.
I shake my stance—
a jarring configuration is kinkily salivating back at me.
I dread looking in the mirror.
I feel a daunting presence corrupt my flat.
Blackness illocutes decommission.
......
Disgrace in Full
by Igor Vykhovanets
Disgrace in Full
Is it not already clear
That life’s a stain, disgrace profound?
Relentless, vile, and always near,
Its filth surrounds us, all around.
Only eyes, by lies betrayed,
Fail to see this shameful plight.
Through disgrace, the world decayed
......
My darkness.
by Steve s
And of this beast I shall devour its soul,
In shadows deep where darkened whispers roll,
With fangs of fire and a heart of stone,
I seek the essence, the marrow, the bone.
Through tangled woods where the wild winds wail,
I chase the echoes of a haunting tale,
A creature born of nightmares, fierce and bold,
Its spirit glimmers, a treasure untold.
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When Breath Becomes Air
by beginner poet
i lay peacefully, my eyes closed amidst chaos
i hear wails, friends mourning over a great loss
rubbing my eyes , as i wake up
i have a look at myself - and i freak up!
i find my arms covered in blood & bruises
deep wounds through which blood oozes
my neck in bandages restricting breath
i try to cry,scream,run - somehow escape death!
hearing heavy steps, i look up and what i see
is a tall , black cloaked man in front of me
......
Lost in the Woods
by Kirsten Moreton
TW: This poem features sensitive subjects including drink spiking.
I would love some feedback on the poems, especially about how it works rhythmically and grammatically. Please note, I am aware some letters are randomly capitalised, I don't know why it has done this!
Lost in the Woods
She walked, with jingling keys clutched to her side.
With a racing heart, sweating palms and a swelling in her throat.
She stumbled through the streets as they distorted,
as they twisted and contorted.
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