Unsettling verses that send shivers down your spine – explore our collection of creepy poems on 1LovePoems

Looking for spine-chilling, hair-raising, bone-tingling poetry? Look no further than our collection of creepy poems here at 1LovePoems. From haunted forests to ghostly apparitions, our range of eerie verses will stir your imagination and send shivers down your spine. Whether you’re a lover of all things horror or just looking for a hauntingly good read, we’ve got you covered. So gather round, dim the lights, and prepare to be spooked by our selection of creepy poems.

Short Poems

1. “Whispers in the Dark”
The silence of the night,
Only broken by whispers light,
Eerie voices in my ears,
Sending shivers down my spine, I fear.

2. “The Haunted House”
Abandoned and decrepit,
The house stood tall and silent,
But at night, it came alive,
A ghostly presence felt inside.

3. “The Shadow”
A shape in the corner,
A darkness that looms,
A feeling of dread,
As it consumes.

4. “The Doll”
A porcelain doll,
With button eyes and painted lips,
But when the lights go out,
It silently moves and twists.

Medium Poems

The Dolls

In the attic they sit,
Silent dolls, staring without a blink.
Their eyes follow you, without a fit,
And you can’t help but think.

How did they get here?
What is their story?
Did they once hold someone dear,
Or are they just for show and glory?

Their porcelain faces unchanging,
A haunting beauty that’s hard to bear.
You can feel their presence lingering,
As if they are waiting for you to share.

But you dare not come too close,
For their stillness is unnerving.
They seem like ghosts,
In a world that’s undeserving.

So you leave them be,
In that dusty old attic.
Their mystery a key,
To a world that’s enigmatic.

The Shadow

In the dark, it creeps,
A shadow that never sleeps.
It follows you wherever you go,
A presence you can never know.

At first, it’s just a flicker,
A movement from out of the corner.
Then it takes on a bigger figure,
A darkness that is a mourner.

You try to run, but it stays close,
You try to hide, but it finds you first.
It seems like a permanent host,
In a world where it’s cursed.

But then you realize,
It’s not a curse but a test.
A challenge to be wise,
In a world that’s stressed.

So you turn around to face it,
To see what it has to say.
Then it disappears, bit by bit,
And you find yourself okay.

The Mirror

On the wall, it hangs,
A mirror that never forgets.
It reflects your joys and pang,
And your secrets it never regrets.

You think you know what it sees,
But you’re wrong, for it sees much more.
It shows you the hidden degrees,
Of what you thought was a bore.

It shows you what’s beyond the skin,
The fears that make you thin.
It shows you the beauty within,
The love that makes you grin.

But then it shows you what’s scary,
A reflection that’s the opposite of merry.
It shows you what’s necessary,
In a world that’s dreary.

So you stare at the mirror,
And you see yourself like never before.
A reflection clearer,
Of what you thought was a chore.

Long Poems

The Shadows That Lurk

In the shadows that lurk,
There’s something dark and cold.
A presence that can’t be shook,
An omen of stories untold.

From mists and whispers unknown,
The darkness creeps within,
Filling the room with moans,
A chorus of a sinister hymn.

The shadows dash about,
Lurking under every bed,
No matter where you flicker out,
They always seem to spread.

The creaks echo in the night,
As footsteps sound from unseen feet,
With their eerie, threatening might,
A presence that can’t be beat.

They twist and curl around,
In the darkness, they’re happy to hide,
A chorus of disquieting sound,
Calling out in words decried.

A shiver grips my spine,
As darkness draws close,
The shadows refuse to decline,
Their presence foreboding and morose.

But what are these shadows hiding,
What secrets will they unfurl?
Do they only exist in our minds,
Or are they something more to whirl?

As the night closes in,
And the shadows dance around,
One can’t help but fear the sin,
That in the shadows, darkness is found.

So beware the shadows that lurk,
For they’re always watching, always waiting,
They’ll seize we who decide to go berserk,
And take us to a place of neverending hating.

For in the darkness that surges,
The shadows play their game,
A presence that always merges,
And quite literally drives us insane.

So when the night descends,
And the shadows begin to stir,
Remember what it represents,
And choose to fight or surrender.

For the shadows are always lingering,
Watching and waiting to pounce,
And with each quickening heartbeat trembling,
They’ll drag us to the abyss, each and every ounce.