Creepy poems

Death Poems

Little Match Girl

Mom and Dad went out one day,
And left Pauline at home to play.
"Alone at last", she happily sang,
Clapped her hands, and danced, and sprang.

Now, on the table close at hand,
A box of matches chanced to stand,
And though her parents often told her,
If she touched them they would scold her;

Pauline said, "Oh, what a pity!
When they burn, they are so pretty
They crackle so and fire and flame;
It's like a little burning game.

I'll only light a match or two
Just like I've seen my mother do."
But Pauline would not take advice,
She lit a match, it was so nice!

It crackled so, it burned so clear
Exactly like the picture here.
She jumped for joy and ran about,
And was too pleased to put it out.

Now see! oh what a dreadful thing!
The fire has caught her apron-string;
Her dress it burns, her arms, her hair.
She burns all over, everywhere.

She screams for help, but all in vain
All she can do is scream again.
The fire burned up all her clothes,
Her arms and hands, her eyes and nose;

Until she had nothing to lose
Except her little dancing shoes;
And it was these her parents found
Among her ashes on the ground.

And when her parents stood beside
The smoking ashes, how they cried!
The tears ran down their cheeks about.
But tears can't put a fire out.

Childrens Rhymes

From A Nightmare On Elm Street
(Based on 1, 2, buckle my shoe.)

One, two, Freddy's coming for you.
Three, four, better lock your door.
Five, six, get a crucifix.
Seven, eight, better stay up late.
Nine, ten, never sleep again!

From The Woman in Black
During afternoon tea, there's a shift in the air,
a bone-trembling chill that tells you she's there.
There are those who believe the whole town is cursed,
but the house in the marsh was by far the worst.
What she wants is unknown, but she always comes back,
the spectre of darkness, the woman in black.

From Dead Silence
Beware the stare of Mary Shaw.
She had no children, only her dolls.
If you see her in your dreams,
be sure you never, ever scream
or she'll rip your tongue out at the seam

Samara's Song From The Ring
Round we go, the world is spinning
When it stops it's just beginning
Sun comes up, we laugh and we cry
Sun goes down and then we all die

From Fritz Lang's M
The man in black will soon be here.
With his cleaver's blade so true.
Just you wait, it won't be long.
He'll make mincemeat out of YOU!

From Night of the Hunter
Hing, hang, hung.
See what the hangman done.
Hung, hang, hing.
See the robber swing.

From Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte
Chop chop, Sweet Charlotte
Chop chop, till he's dead
Chop chop, Sweet Charlotte
Chop off his hand and head.

From Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Can't even shout. Can't even cry.
The Gentlemen are coming by.
Looking in windows, knocking on doors...
They need to take seven and they might take yours...
Can't call to mom. Can't say a word.
You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.

From Dr. Giggles
(Suggested by a member named "Huntress of the North")

This town has a doctor and his name is Rendell
Stay away from his house 'cause he's the doctor from Hell.
He killed all his patients, every last one,
And cut out their hearts... purely for fun.
So if you're from Moorehigh and you get sick
Fall on your knees and pray you die quick.