Tag: rhyme

A BEAUTIFUL BLUE

“A Beautiful Blue” Just under your skin are some pretty blue lines I would love to explore them if you don’t mind.  A beautiful blue in every way, Perfect to play with if I may say.  I dig in to find that perfect blue… Continue Reading “A BEAUTIFUL BLUE”

SOUL SEARCHING

“Soul Searching” Look into your soul is what I’d like to do. Peel back its layers and take just a peek. No, I’m not crazy; I just want to see! To stare into the darkness to see what I’d find, To see what has… Continue Reading “SOUL SEARCHING”

SEEDS OF DARKNESS

“Seeds of Darkness” I have a hole inside of me I pick at it so I can see I scratch it and pick and scratch it some more So much inside that I just abhor It’s getting bigger and sometimes it bleeds and inside… Continue Reading “SEEDS OF DARKNESS”

VENGEANCE

“Vengeance” I reached inside and ripped out your heart I stand here with it beating in my hands Make one move towards me now, and I’ll squeeze it just as hard as I can Your time has come to suffer for your cruelty and… Continue Reading “VENGEANCE”

THE TRANSFORMATION

“The Transformation” She sits at the mirror in the dimming light Painting her face for the coming night Lipstick red like a fresh warm tear Her hands start to shake with a sudden fear She pulls back her hair to smooth every strand A… Continue Reading “THE TRANSFORMATION”

BATTLE OF THE BLADE

Gothic Horror Author P.S. Kessell 10

“Battle of the Blade” Salt bleeds into the cold ground, The demon makes a heavy sound. He stands before her open eyes, Underneath the empty skies. His fire hits against the stone, She stands in the dark alone. He offers her a crown of… Continue Reading “BATTLE OF THE BLADE”

DROWNING IN THE INK

Putting your secrets and pain into writing is the way you hide your experiences while releasing your emotions.

SANTA’S JOLLY CHRISTMAS

A horror poem about a child-eating Santa Clause by horror author P.S. Kessell

THE WITCHING HOUR COCKTAIL

“The Witching Hour Cocktail” The black cat walks across the street tonight, We dare not break a mirror, that’s the rule, The silver moon is casting a strange light, It’s time for things that are a little cruel. The leather wings of circling bats… Continue Reading “THE WITCHING HOUR COCKTAIL”

SWEET SURRENDER

“Sweet Surrender” I only felt the shadow fall so deep, And heard a low, soft whisper in the dark, A sudden coldness woke me from my sleep, Before the teeth could find their fatal mark. Two needles plunged with fire, precise and deep, And… Continue Reading “SWEET SURRENDER”