Horrorpoetry Stories

Beneath the surface of skin and shadow, a voice waits-soft, relentless, and hungry. It knows your scars, your fears, and the secrets you can't speak. Every touch, every whisper pulls you deeper into a world where desire and dread blur, and surrender is the only escape.

This spine-chilling free verse explores the horror of doing terrible things while unconscious and out of control. First lethal poetry poem! If you liked it, please stay tuned for more, but be careful, reading my poetry could be lethal. LETHAL POETRY

Untitled horror poetry draft.

A haunting tale of love and torment, where blood stains whisper of a devil's promise. In this dark poem, a soul wrestles with death, longing, and a sinister embrace that could end the pain-or trap it forever. Dare to feel the shadows?

Your attention may be feeding the undeserving. You might not know that. You might know, but you don't care because you are unhealthy attached. You might know, but you don't care because you are undeserving yourself. If that is the case, you are the villain of this story. (Instagram: ttdoesartt)

"Shadows' Symphony: Chilling Verses and Haunting Tales" invites readers into a realm where each poem unfolds a sinister narrative, weaving a tapestry of horror in the written word. From the eerie creaking of floorboards to the malevolent whispers of forgotten souls, the collection explores the depths of fear and the unknown. Through cryptic shadows and moonlit reckonings, this poetry book takes readers on a spine-tingling journey through haunted landscapes, abandoned asylums, and the ghostly corridors of the supernatural. With each turn of the page, "Shadows' Symphony" invites brave souls to confront the darkness and embrace the poetic horror that lingers in the shadows.

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.

A Poem

Book four of ' WHERE NIGHTMARES LIE' 'Here we all like to say. That everything is going to be the same. Happiness will never just walk way. Leaving us with empty whispers. Lingering and dispersed in the air. Don't give us that secondhand sadness People like to tell us. That maybe we're blindly living. But honestly I prefer empty whispers. Over those switchblade words. At least in the end . They never leave marks on my skin. Oh, I'm so grateful for the void in my heart. Don't you ever show you're emotions or you'll end up dead' cover by : @bon_kiss

all the haikus I wrote at the start of my Wattpad life

A short poetic story about a woman's run in with life's wicked ways.

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.

My poetries with random genres, when I feel like writing lols.

Book two of ' WHERE NIGHTMARES LIE' 'Here we treasure beauty, not made to be perfect. Life's greatest deception, it's so easy to be loved. Fooling everyone to lie and not just to themselves. it's so pitiful but so necessary. We wear a mask that's cracked. Cause under the crimson moonlight We're setting up our traps. Our perfect pose can be easily broken. Perfection is the most asymptotic virus. Until we're the ones destroying ourselves.' cover by : @bon_kissh Also available on INKITT under Zaquira.L.C. ( should be on anywhere else besides here and there!)

collection of random stories →will contain narrative stories, oneshots →will have some thrilling stories → horror and romantic both type of short stories. I hope you guys enjoy it.

a scizophrenic psychological horror poem

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.

Trigger warning ⚠️ If you are sensitive, please do not read these. Also, I do not own the art and could not find the artist.