Horrorpoetry Stories

Delve into a wonderful compilation of poems, ranging from the serious to the whimsical.

Horror poetry

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓍯𓂃

A Poem

A dark twist on the nursery rhyme that I hope shows that one doesn't need to be afraid of what's in the dark.

A short poem in the making for over 20 years.

A story of oneshots.

Book one of 'WHERE NIGHTMARES LIE' 'Down here it always rains. Pouring down while we all sing. A melody that is no good. But we bleed it like we should. Black eyes and we never cry. Why are you so surprised? We're all living lies. Until there is no sunrise.' cover by : @bon_kiss Also available on INKITT under Zaquira.L.C. ( shouldn't be on anywhere else, besides here and there!)

"Shadows of the Unspoken: A Collection of Dark Poetry" invites readers into a shadowy realm where the subconscious and the supernatural intertwine. Delve into a world where hidden fears and desires materialise in spectral verse, and the intangible becomes tangible in the pen of a poet. This haunting collection transcends the mundane, leading readers on a chilling exploration through the darker corners of the human psyche, bridging the gap between reality and the unexplained. Journey through a landscape filled with spectral visions and subconscious shadows, where every poem unlocks another link in the 'Invisible Chains' that bind the earthly to the otherworldly. This collection is not for the faint-hearted, but for those who seek beauty and meaning in the darkness and the unknown.

a small piece of what is needed to be say out loud at times

Romantic, heartbreaking, soul crushing, joyous. This on going work engraved with the work of myself I wrote during the ups and lows of my life. Each poem tells its own story laden with secrets.

A love letter to eerie, cosmic poetry, filled with instances of the unexplained and mind bending in a modern setting. Updating weekly (hopefully), hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

Book three of ' WHERE NIGHTMARES LIE' 'Everyone's asleep here. Up in the sky. Everyone knows this. That's the reason why. We never wake up. Just close our eyes. Our fantasies are where we belong. Pitch black and no stars Our sky has hungry eyes. But at least it's no surprise. In our dreams is where we'll probably die.' cover by : @bon_kiss

a scizophrenic psychological horror poem

I'm posting this poem in honor of The Wizard Of Oz's 79th birthday. This was originally published in the anthology Baum Ass Stories 2: Gayle Force.