NAPOWRIMO Day #15

We’re half way through! How is your April going? Are you totally steeped in poetry?

Today’s prompt:

Write a poem revolving around a terrifying creature.

Post your poem to comments!

Reminders
Please read the NaPoWriMo page for details on how the challenge works  and how you can participate this month, no matter what your personal writing challenge is for the month of April. Please read How to Post During NaPoWriMo. Remember that work shared this month is shared in precisely that spirit: sharing, as opposed to critiquing.

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Posted on April 15, 2017, in NaPoWriMo. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Fear

    Its teeth are sharpened to a deadly point,
    The better to grip you with and never let go.
    Its claws are long and sword-like in nature,
    To cut at you and stab you with pain.

    It isn’t the same for everyone.
    An arachnophobe would see eight hairy legs,
    Someone who dreads the eternal end
    Would see a reaper and beloved dead.

    It haunts nearby forever, not always seen,
    Waiting to show its ugly face to weak hearts.
    It grips you close, hot steaming breath in your face,
    Stopping your heart and quickening your breath.

    Blood runs cold and hair stands up,
    Goosebumps coat the skin generously.
    Thoughts run wild and hearts beat furious.
    The monster that is fear dominating all senses.

  2. Run. While you can.
    Don’t try and be a ‘man’.
    Man or not, it will kill you.
    No matter what you do.
    It’s fangs will sink into skin.
    Are you going to let it win?

  3. I stand my ground,
    blood thirsty eyes I found.
    With claws to kill its lovely prize
    and horns that seem to reach the sky.
    Its matted fur clung to it’s skin
    and flashes me an evil grin.
    A serpent’s tongue peeks out again,
    giving my stomach one last sickening spin.

  4. This is unrelated to this prompt, but here goes!

    It’s all good here, but being away from everyone I know
    Makes me want to find a one way trip out.
    Paris is lonely when the nights are cold and the rain is fierce,
    Well, but he’s here,
    The boy I told you about.

  5. A beast
    That tears through the walls of common sense
    And feasts
    On negativity and corruption
    I wish
    That this creature could flee from my head
    But unfortunately
    This cannot be done.

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