These are the top 6 poems from the Horror Poetry challenge.
Poem 1: Under the Water by Sumiko Saulson
Over sea, floating ye, staying abreast of watery crests
Midwinter air caresses curls unfurling over briny sea
Cool wet skin, paper thin… I can see your soul within
Every capillary pumping blood, intestinal processes digesting food
Your loving heart plain to see… how intimate your transparency
A sea-deep mystery, stories untold, windows into your ancient soul,
Your eyes speckled, flecks of gold cascading within jet black coal
Encasing your exquisite charms, enfolded within my fragile arms,
I am the contemplator of your delicacy, hear ye now my mortal pleas
May your ethereal heart, thorny spine and eternal love be ever mine
Adrift on my back, your tentative fingers in mine entwined
Long slender tail wrapped around my thighs, tendrils twixt toes
The smooth flesh of your undercarriage where barnacles grow
My flesh puckers where their tiny mouths burrow into my skin
Digesting the healthy white blood cells within
Poem 2: Siren’s Song by Riley Pierce
Through crashing waves and dying light
I fight, I fight, I fight the night.
Many begged to turn away,
But on this final course I stay.
The siren sings again tonight,
And so I wait until I might,
Find her perched upon the rocks,
With eyes of red, and golden locks.
She’ll sing her song, but just to me.
I’ll belong to both her and the sea.
My crew, at last, they hear her song,
And I’ll be hers before too long.
Mystic music through the air;
It moves like wind and lingers there.
It seeps into their ears, my crew.
Yes! My god! The tales are true.
The moon is up, it pulls the tide,
And our wooden ship from side to side.
The wind has blown, all light is gone.
This ship will not survive the dawn.
A sacrifice to her, I bring,
Shall earn me last to see her sing.
Poem 3: Flesh Passion by Fiend Gottes
All my desires, I’ve fulfilled them all
A deviant well overflowing from hell
Demons speak, voices tell me all
Spewing forth they entice dark desire
Dark visions boil in my mind
Bathe in blood of the pure
Snuff life within the eyes
Dreams of death dance within my mind
With my hands I strangle out their life
Yearning to know
Where is my sorrow
Then I saw
I felt confusion
Ache in my heart
Time stood still
Could she be?
Warmth in the cold
Or merely a dream
Raven hair floats upon the breeze
Electric blue eyes mesmerize me
Olive skin glistens by the moon
Her soul cries a song only I hear
The voices tell me she is mine
For me to taste, me alone
Heart no longer stone
Feel her flesh
Vanquish her light
Echo of her screams
My need to feel
Her last moment
My need to feel
Poem 4: A Warning on Wings by Jonathan Fortin
His prayer was drawn in blood, the circle like a door
He sat beside the threshold, book open on the floor
This will never work, to himself he sighed
But he was so lonely that every night he cried
He was a somber man, not blessed with good looks
Hated by his village, he found solace in books
Tonight he stripped naked, legs crossed, arms spread
He whispered the words that from the pages bled:
“For you I’d be the greatest that I could ever be
I would do it all, anything you ask of me.”
The circle was no prison; he did not seek a slave
Nor mindless copulation, which would bore him to the grave
No, he sought the thing that was most beyond his reach:
A love felt too deeply to be bought or breached.
Poem 5: The Only Thing That Remains by Jess Landry
Summertime blossoms as you take your first steps
onto a path laced with dirt and stone.
Though your feet know the way,
your heart’s lost count as to how many times
you’ve walked this forgotten road,
you’ve watched the sun rise,
you’ve heard the same birdsong echo from the trees.
A leafy canopy sways high above,
a cathedral ceiling with light piercing through.
Lilacs in bloom follow the morning breeze;
olive grass as high as your dress’s frayed hem
ebb and flows like the sea,
the wind teasing them along to its silent rhythm.
Your hands swing at your sides and you breathe in,
remembering what it was to take a breath,
remembering how he took it away the first time you met—
steely eyes, blithesome smile—
how his touch was as warm as the sun’s.
The path clears to an opening,
an unkempt field forgotten by man and time,
and there he stands,
like a lighthouse on a cliff of a pear-coloured ocean.
Poem 6: A Vampire and a Zombie by AE Kirk
I shall tell you a tale of a romance most deluded,
Between a zombie and a vampire and nothing else included,
They once came together during the end of the world,
The vampire was a man and we think the zombie was a girl,
He tried to attack her, but all she did was groan,
He bit her rotten skin, all she did was moan,
He pulled back and frowned, looked at her dry-bloodied face,
Flicking the maggots off, she was the last of the human race,
She had no toes and half of a head,
She was the only body to keep him warm in his bed,
And although she craved no blood, nor food, or sleep,
He made up his mind, for her he would keep,
They went for long walks; rotting corpses did they pass,
They played with dead dogs, birds, cats it was a blast!
Then every evening, they sat and stared,
At the crumbling city around them, which they could never compare
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