Category: Horror

Scary themed poems

Ride From Hell

      Ride From Hell

I had a dream the other day.

We were in a weird kind of maze.

We were trying our best to get out.

Nobody knew what it was about.

We had to use a sled to move around.

Sliding down passages never to be found.

It was scary with turns and branches.

Just to ride it was taking chances.

We had no idea where we were.

Where it was leading, we were not sure.

What was around the next turn?

Going so fast our butts began to burn.

We screamed with fear as we flew on.

This can’t be real. It must be a con.

We found by leaning we could guide our route.

Left to go left. Right to go right we found out.

Then we hit bumps that bounced us about.

It looked like a clown car that was full of clowns.

We went into a dip & passed through water.

We were all wet and felt like otters.

How do we get out of this crazy maze?

This ride is not fun. I’ve had better days.

Then, up ahead, a brick wall with no way around.

We could turn but, not brake, we found.

With a scream we covered our heads.

 

Next thing I knew, I woke up next to my bed.

The house was a mess. Stuff scattered all over.

What the hell happened here? I shrugged my shoulders.

Talk about a nightmare. This takes the cake.

It’s enough to make an effort to stay awake.

The rides at 6 Flags are no longer an option.

I don’t need a repeat of this ‘nightmare’. Take caution.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Soul Sickened Beyond Saving?

 

A Soul Sickened Beyond Saving?

Oh, the sweet addiction

of forbidden fruit.

Oh, the strange affliction

that has taken root.

 

It is worse than the cancer.

The cancer of the soul.

The curse of the necromancer.

There is nowhere he can go.

 

The one who is afflicted

with desire for forbidden fruit.

Is someone who is addicted

to the desires of his root.

 

Be they young

or possibly married.

They are among

the ones he carried.

 

Carried off to a place in hell

A place no one should be.

There, his mind does dwell.

There is much for him to see.

 

He does things that are twisted.

That no human should desire.

In the ‘book’ he is listed

as maybe first into the fire.

 

There is no help for one so sick.

So demented in his head.

Everything he thinks is twisted.

Better he wasn’t born instead.

 

If you know of one such as he.

Avoid him at all cost.

If not, you will never be free.

A living nightmare you have wrought——-R. W. Johnson—–(2014).

 

 

 

 

The Insanity Of Man

              The Insanity Of Man

The desolation was unbelievable.

To look at a city hit by a  nuclear bomb.

Anything left standing was inconceivable.

Total annihilation before the calm.

Anything of value was unretrievable.

A coating of gray covered it all.

Death in the ultimate sense.

One of the most horrible things I saw

were human bones tangled in a fence.

Nothing moved. The dust slightly stirred.

Tossed about by the dry endless wind.

Then I swore there was moaning I heard.

Cries of the dead from this unspeakable sin.

Time has passed but, almost no change here.

A scar on the earth, a reminder for man.

This is something to always fear.

Never do this again to the land.

How did it ever happen before?

How could one country think that way?

Did they run in when Satan opened the door?

There is no justification that they could say.

Man is a slow learner in the school of hard knocks.

History should teach him to change his ways.

Instead they try to bluff, bully,  and out fox

their so called ‘enemy’ in every way.

I don’t want to see the day when it happens again.

Next time on a world wide scale, I say.

That will  be the end of man’s peaceful pretend.

Man will be a figment of the imagination

to those who look upon the ruined earth.

They will wonder with fascination.

If a race does this what were they really worth?

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

Where Are The Vampires?

 

                  Where are the vampires?

The stage coach rushed on through the night.

The coach driver’s face was white with fright.

The passengers bounced around like ping pong balls.

Their heads kept banging into the walls.

The night was cold with thick mist everywhere.

The coach driver couldn’t see but, he could swear.

The black horses were lathered as they rushed on.

Their eyes big and white, wanting to be gone.

Inside the coach, VanHusing sat, as they flee.

Also, a woman, who was Dracula’s bride to be.

VanHusing stole her away to save her from him.

VanHusing was a vampire slayer, Dracula’s next of kin.

He knew one day he would face his cousin.

It would be a battle to destroy this blood sin.

He remembered when Dracula fell under the curse.

He avoided the same fate by escaping first.

He spent years studying how to slay vampires.

He read every book while sitting by a campfire.

He stayed on the move, knowing they were looking for him.

One day, he knew, he would put an end to this sin.

He heard the screech of a bat in the air.

He knew that Dracula would soon be there.

The horses spooked and overturned the coach.

They then ran off dragging their hitching post.

The woman had been knocked out.

VanHusing grabbed his wooden stake with a shout.

He then lay still closely listening for any sound.

It wasn’t long before Dracula came around.

He opened the door of the coach.

Looked at the two passengers  & began to boast.

“Cousin, you can never defeat me.”

“I am immortal, as you will see.”

Dracula leaned over to pick up the girl.

VanHusing drove the stake into his back in a whirl .

Dracula screamed just before he turned to dust.

The stake piercing his heart before coming out his bust.

VanHusing collapsed in relief. He had saved the girl.

He knew others would be after him. He felt ill.

Yet, he would fight them all and win.

He would put an end to this vampire sin.

This is how the story is told to this day.

Did VanHusing have ‘super powers’ to help along the way?

There is still talk that VanHusing is still alive.

He still is killing vampires before they can thrive.

Is this why we never see a vampire today?

I guess the answer is not for us to say.——-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Village

               The village

While traveling northwards

on a back country lane.

It was very strange.

I saw a village appear from nowhere.

All I could do is stop and stare

I climbed a hill overlooking it all.

There was several horse stalls.

Old grey slated roofs

on dilapidated buildings was the proof.

Nothing was moving as the day went by.

It’s like it was dead or all were shy.

Maybe a plague killed all in sight.

I’ll wait till night to look for a light.

No light came on as time went by.

It’s like a ghost town.

I said to myself with a frown.

I felt the ‘wrong’ lurking there.

It made me shiver, I’ll swear.

Should I set foot within this place?

One wrong turn is all it takes.

End up where you can never come back.

I don’t want to live in a shack.

It’s funny, nothing was heard.

Nothing stirred, not even a bird.

There was no smoke from chimney’s high.

No kids playing, ready to say hi.

The village is a place I shouldn’t be.

I left before entering. I needed to flee.

I asked others when I got to a town.

They all smiled and looked around.

“You’re not the first to mention the village.”

“Some went there just to pillage.”

“They were never seen again.”

“Consider yourself lucky, my friend.”

“You see, the village comes and goes”

“It doesn’t exist, or so we’ve been told”

“An urban legend, if you like.”

“All who enter there go out of sight”

“Never to be seen again.”

“This has happened time and again.”

“No one knows who built the town.”

Don’t know why it still comes around.”

“There are rumors that never end.”

‘You’re one of the lucky ones my friend.”

I moved on still not sure what to think.

It will be awhile before I can sleep a wink.—-R. W. Johnson—(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

An unexplained death

      An unexplained death

He came in on a stormy night.

He really looked quite a fright.

Clothes soaked,. hair all a mess.

He was scary, as you might guess.

Straight to the fireplace, he did go.

Shaking off water just for show.

He said “Don’t go out there. Death awaits.”

Suddenly, it got real quiet in the place.

I was about to take a drink of beer.

I set it down with a hint of fear.

“I saw the Grim Reaper with sickle bright.”

“He appeared out of the dead of night.”

“He didn’t seem to be looking at me.”

“But, I didn’t wait around to see.”

“I took off running like a bat out of hell.”

“He started moving really fast, as well.”

‘That’s when I saw your light & came in here.”

‘He is out there waiting , I fear.”

“What kind of guff is that?”

“I ought to smack you right where you’re at.”

“Coming in scaring everyone here.”

“This is a respectable saloon, ya hear.”

The bartender was a little miffed.

He wanted to throw out the stiff.

Then, rap, rap, rap, rap on the door.

“That’s him!!” yelled the wet stranger.

“Run, you’re all in danger!!”

“Shut your mouth” the bartender said.

He went to the door shaking his head.

He looked out & no one was there.

“Is this a joke’ he said with a stare.

“Have you got a buddy out there?”

“No”, stammered the guy, “I’m telling the truth.”

“I think you’re just being uncouth.”

Then, from outside came a blood curdling scream.

“Someone’s going to die, or so it would seem”

The bartender grabbed his shotgun under the bar.

“Everybody stay just where you are!!”

He pointed the shotgun by its bore.

Then, there was scratching at the door.

The bartender fired blowing a hole in the door.

They didn’t hear the sound anymore.

They looked outside. “It’s Billy McGuire!!”

“You killed him dead. The stranger wasn’t a liar.”

“Where did the stranger go?” asked someone.

“We have to find him. This isn’t fun.”

They searched around but, he wasn’t there.

He just disappeared. He wasn’t anywhere.

They listened. Maybe to hear a word.

A fading laugh was all that they heard.

The storm raged on outside.

But, within, all lost their pride.

All were shaking in their boots.

They felt fear right down to their roots.

What happened that night was never fully explained.

People never said much for fear of going insane.

It was ruled an accidental death.

No one said it was the Grim Reaper that they’d met.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)