Happy Horror Haikuesday everyone!!
Lots of fun poetry today, starting with one from our Horror Made resident poet Patrick Rahall:
Strapped In
The flames burn brightly.
Soon they will reach the gas tank.
My seat belt traps me.
♦ ————-♦
Next up
I know what I did,
But I’m feeling much better.
Just ask my mother.#HorrorHaikuesday #psycho #NormanBates #poetry pic.twitter.com/L552e6TybH
— Haiku of Horror (@haikuofhorror) March 1, 2016
And then
There’s no place like home.
I dream each night of that place,
And wake up screaming.#HorrorHaikuesday— Ax Lizzie (@AxLizzie) March 1, 2016
And then
#HorrorHaikuesday#Salem on this day in history..
My power twists light
To brighten paranoia
Spark fires not for me pic.twitter.com/VxVSLXFxEO— Nano Horror (@tweetsthecreeps) March 1, 2016
And then
She waits for her love,
pale, trembling, silent. She walks—
among the undead— A. F. Stewart (@scribe77) March 1, 2016
And then
Birth
A he-goat skull cracks
Drains amnion, spills new life
White curselings, witch-wyrms #HorrorHaikuesday#haikupic.twitter.com/yCovVEJBEI— Ross Smeltzer (@RossTellsTales) March 1, 2016
And no and then.
But you can fix that by using #horrorHaikuesday on twitter or intsagram. Your post, be it art or poetry will have a chance to be featured here on Horror Made next week.
Until then, happy creating 🙂
Categories: Horror Haikuesday, Poetry
