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Horror Poetry: Dark Verse

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🩸 ShadowSphere Horror Poetry Challenge: “The Thing That Watches”

Write a horror poem centred on something that watches you when you’re alone. It doesn’t have to be a monster—it could be a presence, a memory, a house, a god, a shadow, or your own reflection. The key is unease. Make the reader feel seen in the worst possible way.

Guidelines:

  • Focus on atmosphere, dread, and lingering imagery.

  • Suggestion is often more terrifying than gore—use what you don’t show.

  • Any poetic form is welcome (free verse, structured, prose poetry, experimental).

  • Keep it original and written for ShadowSphere.

A small number of poems may be selected as Editor’s Choice and featured in Dark Descent at editorial discretion. Publication is selective and never guaranteed.

Horror comes first. Atmosphere matters. Make it haunt us.

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JB Wocoski
Jan 22

What Ever Happened to Safe Sex


Something went thump in the night.

Her bed shook, but not out of fright.

I reached for her bedside light.

Startled by a grotesque sight,

I contemplated too long, what might?


Doing nothing wasn't bright,

I ended up and awful sight.


It was too late to save myself,

Now, I'm stuck here on a shelf.

My body parts in different jars

I think each one will not go far.


I should not have tempted fate

An axe murderer is a lousy date.

Her jokes really were a cut up.

I never expected to be chopped up.

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