Creepy poems

The Perfect Murder



The killer stole through the moonlit yard
and came to a window sill;
As he slipped into the darkened house
The night was silent and still.

The curtains rustled upon the walls,
as they billowed and they shook,
And he thought he saw strange shadows fly
from each cranny and each nook.

The girl lay sleeping in her bed,
Slumbering safe at rest.
His arm drew back and came stabbing down
as the dagger pierced her chest.

No scream or cry escaped from her lips
and the front of her gown turned red.
Fear gripped his soul as he turned to flee
from the wide eyes of the dead.

Tapestries swayed on the ghostly walls
as if in a wind that blew;
He ran from the house, through the dark woods
and his terror grew and grew.

The trees reached down and with phantom hands,
their branches clutched his hair,
Footsteps echoed in the twisted woods,
But never a soul was there.

As shadows loomed from the forest depths,
He stumbled with bated breath,
Followed by whispers of shapes unseen
and the fearful stench of death.

He came at last to a winding stream
bordered by silver sands;
A faint mist rose from the river's depths
and he knelt to wash his hands.

The water reflected his pale face.
Down his cheeks the tears did creep,
And before his eyes, a grinning skull
leered up at him from the deep.

With a gibbering scream, he rose and fled
to a clearing in the trees.
The branches formed, in the blood-red moon,
A noose swinging in the breeze.

He turned to the great red stars above,
But his fear would not abate.
From the knotted rope fell drops of blood
and at last he knew his fate.

Then he slowly walked down the only path
that was left for him to choose,
The trail that led to the gallows tree
and the grip of the hangman's noose.



Willow Garden


Down in the willow garden
My true love and I did meet,
And there we sat a-courting
My love fell off to sleep

I had a bottle of burgundy wine
My love, she did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little girl
Down by the banks below

I drew my knife right through her heart,
It was a bloody night.
I threw her in the river then,
It was a dreadful sight.

My father always told me
That money would set me free
If I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly

Now he sits by his old cabin door
And he's wiping his tear-brimmed eyes
He's mourning for his only son
Out on the scaffold high.

I've travelled the world over,
And I knew someday I'd go.
To where the fires are burning,
Down in hell below.

My race is run beneath the sun
And the devil's now waiting for me
For I did murder that pretty little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly.




Alphabet Soup


A is for Amber who drowned in a pool
B is for Billy who was eaten by Ghouls

C is for Curt with disease of the brain
D is for Daniel derailed on a train

E is for Erik who was buried alive
F is for Frank who was stabbed through the eye

G is for Greg who died in the womb
H is for Heather who was sealed in a tomb

I is for Isaac who lost his front brakes
J is for Jonny who was bitten by snakes

K is for Kimmy who was shot in the head
L is for Larry who bled and bled

M is for Marie who was burnt to a crisp
N is for Nicky who was pummeled by fists

O is for Olive who lived life to fast
P is for Pat who swallowed some glass

Q is for Quentin who took the wrong trail
R is for Reyna who rotted in jail

S is for Steve who was shot with a bow
T is for Tori who froze in the snow

U is for Ulrich who was trampled by hooves
V is for Vanessa who fell off a roof

W is for Will who was hit by a car
X is for Xavier who sunk in the tar

Y is for Yessy who fell from a plane
Z is for Zach who simply went insane


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