Here's a cool challenge for all

[tcn]

I just became the poetry editor for SNM Horror Magazine and I want your work!

So here's the challenge: Write your most horrific poem yet make it highly unique and creative~original. I look forward to ALL your submissions. I would love to publish the writers from the site. This is what we want:


The horror poems we want are something that put a dark yet unconventional spin on life and death. Erotic horror is cool as long as it's out of the norm of the usual vampire love thing etc. We want something that pushes the boundary of horror~create a creature and write a poem about it, go into a serial killer's mind and write about it, become one of the undead and write a chronicle poem about the experience etc...basically use your imagination wildly and creatively and let it run a muck with no inhibitations or limitations. So, send me your best work. Up to 3-5 poems please. You have time to write some special ones for publication consideration. Good luck. Send your submissions to [e-mail]

No limitations as to length and you can send them within the body of an e-mail.

T Newbill

www.snmhorrormag.com/

[johan]

Return of the Count

A drop of blood dripped onto a stretcher
Then on to a bodies slack wrist
From the steel slab of the newly dead
Rose a seemingly drifting mist
The attendant thought was the frost of the fridge
Then it formed as it started to drift
Into the shape of a dead human being
With a face full of fangs and staring eyes
On one hand was a red ruby ring
The attendant tried to run for the door
But tripped on a corpse on the floor
His neck bitten through to the bone
Dracula was back from the un-dead dead
His body as cold as a poets epitaph
On a gravestone's marbled stone.

[moontear]

oooo...eerie!
I like this one Johan.
Well written and chilling.
Great job and good luck!

[moontear]

~HARMONY HAUNTER~

There is a haunter of harmony.
He composes a gruesome symphony.
Everywhere sad songs are sung,
all the notes his haunts have stung.

Through the night he searches for song
with perfect pitch and harmony strong.
He glides on air a velvet phantom
and gruelly moans his haunting anthem.

His ghostly air he'll blow through notes
as haunting melodies now float
like sounds of leaping frogs in throats
then evilly laughing he'll cackle a gloat.

One, two, three soprano's blend,
chills down spines the high pitches send.
One, two, three little toads hop out
and the beautiful melody turns inside out.

He turns the notes into crawly bugs,
itsy spiders and slimy slugs.
Down your throat they'll crawl as you sing
and no longer does harmony have that zing.

A creeper creeping in the blue,
so big his shadow will swallow you.
Once an alto an alto no more
once he gets his haunts in the score.

He'll turn a whole note into a half
in the middle of your staff
then wickedly hyena out a laugh
taking pride in his cunning craft.

A master of haunts his magic he flaunts.
Harmony will never be the same with his taunts
with the melody marauder at his game
and Harmony Haunter is his name.

© Karen Davies

[moontear]

~LIZARD QUEEN~

Lizard goddess queen's got you under her spell.
There's no where to run as terror shocks your every cell.
Hope's a dying virtue and not one prayer can save you now.
Her demon lizards only care about their scaly goddess to whom they bow.

The last tormented soul who tried to escape from her hold,
was brutally rapped, burnt, cut up and trapped frozen cold
with an animated face in a terror twist of alarm
in a hellish world of nightmares trapped within her arm.

Her servants slither out into the road to cause a stir
and the victims of the accidents wake up in a gunk of greenish blur.
Then her servants are rewarded with an eye and tongue and sometimes arm and leg if in luck
and they savagely chow down and savor each red juicy suck.

She morphs each soul she fancies into more servant lizards
and they worship their jade reptilian queen of deadly creatures.
The souls that she detests she cuts into little crimson slithers
then she feeds each bloody piece to her precious slimy creatures.

If by chance you drive into the wrong highway at the wrong time
and you're snared into the lizard queens green slimy shrine,
Don't try to escape because you just may be one she'd fancy.
Don't give into your fear and show her your pants all antsy.

Don't you agree it's better to end up one of her precious creatures
than to end up inside her arm or leg in molded twisty jitters?
The lizard goddess queen's got you under her spell
and it's your choice to choose green Heaven or red hell.

© Karen Davies

[tcn]

Love these! Keep them coming! You can submit as many as you like for consideration:)

[moontear]

SCARE OR DARE?

Queen of jack-o-lantern sorceress fair
with eyes of slit jade and sun fire hair,
this seductive mistress of all Hallows eve
harnesses black magic hoodoo from up her sleeve.

Bad luck ebon cats at her feet bow down
at their feline goddess just a purrin' and meowin'
vampire bats circle her over head,
worshipin' their queen of mischief dread.

The bride of headless horseman is her hellion affair
as she collects each jack for his headless neck to wear.
Listen up; she is no myth so all you children beware
of the pumpkin queen of gruesome nightmare.

It's said that if in her jade eyes you stare
your head'll turn into a pumpkin for her horseman to wear
and if that hasn't quite given your goose bumps a scare,
he'll come himself for his lantern head and skin you bare

and if by chance you are a sucker for a dare,
at 12:00 p.m. all Hallows eve go to her pumpkin patches lair
if you think you've really got some guts to spare.
Just follow that scented trail of cinnamon in October soul's night air.

but remember and don't say I didn't warn you by the cat's eye moon
if you should take the dare and find you meet your doom
when you see your brave buddies heads as pumpkins hangin' on a broom
and you hear that evil laughter of the pumpkin witch's tune.

© Karen Davies

[tcn]

Excellent:) I am saving these for consideration. Please keep them coming.