tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901838950176958092011-10-04T18:38:49.087-07:00Stan Swansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08689834741465357724noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890183895017695809.post-83956852609133751982009-12-13T07:38:00.000-08:002009-12-13T07:40:50.690-08:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />A Zombie Limerick</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">by Stan Swanson</span><br /><br />There once was a zombie named Fred.<br />Who did not understand he was dead.<br />But brains he desired,<br />Soft entrails required.<br />Best defense? Just lop off his head!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890183895017695809-8395685260913375198?l=scarypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stan Swansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08689834741465357724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890183895017695809.post-14046578480120298002009-12-11T10:02:00.000-08:002009-12-13T07:41:32.756-08:00<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><strong></strong></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><strong>What's Wrong With Me?</strong></span><br /><br /><strong>by Stan Swanson</strong><br /><br />Mom says where's your homework<br />And take a bath, you reek.<br />Mom says change your underwear<br />Jeez, I did that just last week.<br /><br />It's strange I can't remember things<br />Now doesn't that seem weird?<br />My head is empty, dull and blank<br />My past had disappeared.<br /><br />Maybe I'm a zombie kid<br />A dead amnesiac.<br />And when mommy's fast asleep tonight<br />Perhaps I'll have a snack.<br /><br />Mom sounds quite delicious<br />I know I can't abstain.<br />A little bit of innards<br />A smorgasborg of brain.<br /><br />So no more silly homework<br />No dumb bedtime curfew<br />And I'll never change my underwear<br />'Cause zombies never do.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890183895017695809-1404657848012029800?l=scarypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stan Swansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08689834741465357724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890183895017695809.post-11938502979692349052009-12-10T05:50:00.000-08:002009-12-10T05:56:46.035-08:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong>My Fate</strong></span><br /><br /><strong>by Demonic Inferno</strong><br /><br />Burn your fears in the eyes of death<br />collapsing dreams, dominating power<br />summoning lightning storms under silent breath<br />burning the weak under the church bell tower.<br /><br />Army's of god rumbling in the distance<br />through the forest seeking my radiance<br />shining into lost souls of the all mighty one<br />dark rivers of blood streaming toward the sun .<br /><br />Sun rises full of memories , enchanted stories<br />as carcasses disintegrate into the earth's crust<br />death became my living glory<br />until I meet my fate ill be swirling up the dust.<br /><br />Taking satanic rituals into society's eyes<br />re-writing the holy book of lies<br />creating a new path for man kind<br />where only honor you can find.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890183895017695809-1193850297969234905?l=scarypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stan Swansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08689834741465357724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890183895017695809.post-35999485357725722362009-12-05T09:46:00.000-08:002009-12-05T09:47:20.403-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">Zombie Cowboy Haiku</span><br /><br /><strong>by Stan Swanson</strong><br /><br />Zombie cowboys dance<br /><br />In herky-jerky motion<br /><br />Howling at the moon.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890183895017695809-3599948535772572236?l=scarypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stan Swansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08689834741465357724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890183895017695809.post-77388288336057028212009-12-05T09:43:00.000-08:002009-12-05T09:45:55.954-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">Call of the Kindred<br /></span><br /><strong>by Solinquair<br /></strong><br />Come to me, little mortal<br />I can bring you to heaven's portal<br />There'll be no sorrow, there'll be no pain<br />Feelings of joy will fill your brain.<br /><br />Come to me, sweet human thing<br />Give me your heart and I'll make it sing<br />Forget your fears, leave them behind<br />Forget the troubles of your kind.<br /><br />Come to me... yes, that's right<br />Now hold still, it's no good to fight<br />I'll take your blood, and leave you dying<br />Didn't you realise I could be lying?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890183895017695809-7738828833605702821?l=scarypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stan Swansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08689834741465357724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890183895017695809.post-30734407636387502262009-12-05T09:38:00.000-08:002009-12-05T09:42:16.941-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">Banshee</span><br /><br />by Jaqueline West<br /><br />Within my voice is the sound of bones<br />snapping, torsion of dry joints<br />grinding cupped sockets.<br />A fine ear may hear the high pitch of tension<br />bent before the relieving snap,<br />or like dice against dice<br />nubs crushed in a jaw<br />where wet teeth crack<br />as the tarsals split.<br />A mere whisper flays skin<br />paper-thin from hot flesh.<br />In my voice is the sound of valves<br />clogged in thickening drubs<br />of blood; the drowning fight<br />to force the silt slugging<br />dense as lead in the heart.<br />My scream stops birds dead in midair.<br />Crows fall to the ground like stones.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890183895017695809-3073440763638750226?l=scarypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stan Swansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08689834741465357724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890183895017695809.post-40413558765070168432009-12-05T08:57:00.000-08:002009-12-05T09:30:29.712-08:00Welcome to Scary Poems. I will be adding a "scary" poem to the blog everyday. Some will be poems that have been around for years and some will be brand new. I hope you enjoy them. If you'd like to submit a poem to the blog, that's great, but I'd suggest you submit it to the Dark Moon Books "Scary Poetry" contest instead. Poems submitted there will be considered for publication in <strong><em>Poems of Monsters, Mayhem and Madness: Poetry To Keep You Awake At Night!</em></strong> That web address is <a href="http://www.horrorwritingcontest.com/">http://www.HorrorWritingContest.com</a>. Enjoy!<br />---Stan<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890183895017695809-4041355876507016843?l=scarypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stan Swansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08689834741465357724noreply@blogger.com0