Category: Poetry

You continue through the door. Why have you committed this error? You kept up the lie. You have done nothing to stop the torture. What will you further do? You picked the scabs. You broke the glass in my heart. When did you ever listen? You continue the battle. You paused time and left it…

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It smells like regular air with a hint of rubber. Everything is in the open. Nothing is hidden except the five gallon gas can. We go in different directions. One gallon gas can in one place. The same time of discovery. Walk to the back of the store. Thirty dollars later. I’m only here for…

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It’s awfully smelly in here. Cherry blossoms and lavender, maybe. Undetected hints of something else. Two drinks in hand. Spot him across the room. His nose close to the bottle. Sniffing the scent not the flavor. Not that delicious to eat. I don’t need a bag. I’m only here for him.

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Two cats. One white. One black. Not related. Far from it. Meows far gone. Hissing instead. The skirmish continues.

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It’s as if I was in the twilight zone, somewhere between hell and hell, not quite to the left but nowhere near the right, and I wanted to be at the beginning and the end at the same time, in fact, I wanted a redo. I had woken up with such promise, only to slide…

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Give me two slices of wheat bread, and not the kind that appears as wheat. I know what companies do to trick people as if they’re eating wheat. You know that terrible wheat bread full of gluten and sugar. I want the wheat bread that’s whole and has grains, many many grains. The kind that’s…

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Green slime in the glass, built up long and strong. When will I ever catch up and the sinks not be full? I have mindless other things to do. Watch re-runs of shows while tripping over my things. A small pile of clothes on the floor with dust. Dirty things stuck together like popsicle sticks.…

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I hear the cries. I see the tears. I know the sounds. I listen well. When the sheets come down on the bed, the warmth escapes. I cover my ears. I close my eyes. I smell the violence. I taste the blood. When the pillows are thrown from the bed, the shadow moves. I want…

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These bones jiggle all around. Making noise, clanging around. This foot must’ve been deformed. See how it bends at the wrong place. These hands look funny too. See how the fingers twist in the mighty wind. This is a sign something is terribly wrong. There is no dreaming here. No one’s thinking the scarecrow is…

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You’re the ornamental insect causing havoc. They call you a space invader. The Vespa mandarinia many times over. My eyes don’t get tired because of you. I’ve spent a lifetime with people calling me a rug. My mouth doesn’t open at the right time. They cause organ failure and shock. The Asian hornet queen has…

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his stomach was near empty the very hunger that goes against rebelling and ignoring the obvious nothing fills the void like the small keep the light covered do not change the order unnecessarily he has gone to the other side truth must continue

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Poetry moves us; it can make us think, see the world in a different way; it can even make us laugh. But can poetry send a shiver down the spine? We think so. Below, we have selected ten of the scariest and most chilling poems. We introduce each of the […] 10 of the Scariest Poems…

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When I think the words inside my head, “Hurry up, my dear, hurry up,” I land in a space between longing and chilliness, as if I will not be able to stand my own criticism. The fire will turn to coals, cooling at the right time and the pudding eventually becomes room temperature. Feeling warm…

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