In my dream world I try to run away
From the nightmares of monsters who want me to stay
They want me to be tortured, burned and multilated
all of the time
they want me to stay in darkness and not go towards the light
Talons and scales are what grab at me
I can feel each tug and I can feel myself bleed
Their faces are scary with hellish laughter or groans
I just want to leave here and to be left alone
Don't come to the surface out of your realm
You all can stay down in your nightmarish hell
You ghouls and ghosts and dancing bones too
You beasts,witches and all of you goons
I want to run away,I want to wake up
in this nightmarish place is one place I don't want to be stuck
So somebody shake me or give me a pinch
for this place is too real to where I can smell the stench
The stench of decay and death all around
hearing screams of poor victims as these vermin lounge around
waiting patiently for their suffering kill
waiting to rip out their souls and take their will
Will somebody help me and not let them win
I don't want others to come and see where I,ve been
you all need to stay awake and be aware
learn to be alert and try to beware
For the nightmares to come are not meant to be enjoyed
this is surely one place....one place to avoid
At all costs and these words I say true
"If you start to have a nightmare.....then they'll COME AFTER YOU!!!"
I'm glad you all are coming up with good ones. I'm no poet. Only verse of poetry I've ever read was "The Congo". And that's because I was told to by a school teacher. So you can imagine that was a long time ago.
Black Widow, give it a shot! If I can rhyme two words together it cant be that hard! LOL Looking forward to reading yours as well.
When I started this post I had in mind a collection of nursery rhymes that you would not want to recite to kids. Basing them around the bed or bedroom. Taking a 'safe' place and making it scary. Maybe even invoking or inspiring dark humor. I'm looking forward to everyone's contributions on this thread. Thanks again for your poems.
Memo from the Official Chief Clown of Cheap Props. “After death bathing is optional.”
Hey Putrid!You're the guy that unleashed these morbid rhymes in me so pat yurself on that back.Ya done good and you ain't so bad yerself!Here's one:
Let's play Wake The Dead
Let's play wake the dead!
I do believe there's a cemetary up ahead!
I'll grab the shovels and you grab the picks
and we'll open as many before we get sick!
Look there's one that says Uncle Furd
Judging by the way he was dressed I bet he was a nerd!
And here is one thats marked Auntie Flitt
she still looks fresh even tho she's quite stiff!
Marty O'Cally was a rough Irish dude
whose epitath said that he was a drunk and quite crude
Then here lies pretty Lolita Schwann
she was drop dead gorgeous until she fooled with NAPALM!
Big bad Hendell is next on our list
they say that he could crack a man's skull
with one blow of his fist!
Bob Surkanney was the creepiest of them all
because he had only one eye and only part of a jaw.
He use to walk through the streets of the town all alone
and every step that he would take you could hear cracking in his bones!
Wake the dead is a fun game to play
because the dead won't get up and walk away.
They'll lay in their half rotted graves
staring up at you and acting quite well behaved
So next time you feel in the mood for a treat
go to your local graveyard before dark and take a qick peek
at some of the words that are written in stone
that that is clear....some of the names that you read are kinda WEIRD!
Night has come now start your dreaming.
All night nightmares all that screaming.
Putrid evil non redeeming.
clawing, crawling, reaching, clinging!
How can this all be in your head.
If you don’t wake up will you be in bed?
You’ll find yourself somewhere ells instead.
Lonely, crying and full of dread!
Now close your eyes and fall to sleep.
But when you fall don’t fall too deep.
From behind I’ll start to creep.
When I catch you, you I’ll keep!
Memo from the Official Chief Clown of Cheap Props. “After death bathing is optional.”
Quick!Pull the blanket right over your face!
There's no time to lose,no time to waste!
The shadows are dancing as the night comes near
You're scared but excited also full of fear.
Night brings those creepy images of dread
as you peek through the covers to see whats overhead.
Is it a witch,a goblin or a disgusting ghoul?
Is it something thats real ugly or something thats cool?
Theres scrapping on the window pane coming from outside
Is it a tree limb scrapping or is it something alive?
Night brings about those hideous signs of fear
Helping you to conjure up images of things that come near
An owl outside begins to hoot
It's scaring you so bad that you want to throw your boot
at the owl who hooting is causing you to be scared
but you don't get out of bed,you don't even dare!
You just lie there trembling hoping nothing comes in
but if it did,then what would happen then?
You'd scream until you couldn't scream no more
as you conjure up monsters and ghouls by the hordes
You'd wake up everyone that's trying to sleep
those who have worked hard all day and resting so deep
You'd say that's there's something laying under your bed
something waiting for you to lay down your head
So you dare not make a single little sound
to fake those vermin into thinking you're not around
and all those things that fill you with dread
all of those images that you have conjured up in you head!
I laid down the book beside of the bed
I fought sleep for hours, something I dred
I read alot, very prolific
Morrison's Navy, the entire Pacific
Admiral, Navy Historian, the book was thick
every battle, each ship, quite a trick
Years later his Grandson would make us hum
"Lizard King", "Light My Fire", "Love Street"
but now he's long passed "done"...
Nasty required sleep captured me as seas were rolling
Sailing ships, masts, with no Captain controlling
Deamon Lover's ship, famous old poem
"I'm taking off this dress, leave me alone!"
"I noticed your hooves when we left the shore,
And I'm not that stupid, at least not anymore!"
As those sails broke and the water came up
Wood underfoot became steel rolled out by "Krupp"
The seaplane spotted the U-boat! We dive to remain alive
Inside this "Pig Boat"full of stench, I'm one of 35
Sausages swing from conduits, still have food
Glorify war, no , this is real crude!
Steel sinking mass-coffins, watery graveyard
Locate Gramp's "marker"? James Cameron would have it hard!
Too much "Navy", too much "Sea"
I woke too late,yellow water is drowning me!
"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"
Billy awoke, crawled out of his bed,
unable to have nice dreams
after the stories his big brother had said,
Little Billy was afraid, but his bed would not be wet,
He could "hold-it" til over the target,
Big-Brother's bed? YOU BET!
"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"
Sunday school was vivid
with ancient tales emotional and livid
Warriors, slaves, catapults and kings
Pyramids,chariots, torture and bad things
pursued across the sands,
Moses took it into God's hands
The Red Sea did then part
But only for awhile
"We made it!" Billy smiled.
He wanted to be in with Moses
Close, missed only by a noses
Billy's chariot fought the under tow
Billy's sheets and matress were wet, he blames slow , old Pharoh
"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"
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