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Welcome to our collection of Frankenstein’s Monster poems! Dive into the dark and complex world of this iconic literary character through a variety of poems that capture the essence of his creation and existence. From haunting verses to thought-provoking lines, each poem delves into the depths of Frankenstein’s Monster’s psyche and origins. Explore the beauty and tragedy of this misunderstood creature through the power of poetry. For more fictional character-inspired poems, check out our poems on Dr. Jekyll and Dorian Gray. Join us on this poetic journey into the heart of darkness with Frankenstein’s Monster.
Creation and Despair:
Created life, but at what cost?
Monster’s soul, forever lost.
Searching for a place to be,
In a world that will not see.
Loneliness and Fear:
Eyes that seek, but love not found,
Monster’s heart, with sorrow bound.
Fear and rage, his only friends,
In the dark, his story ends.
Quest and Anguish:
Questing for a human touch,
Yearning heart, it’s all too much.
Anguish in his every breath,
Life to him, a living death.
The Created Soul:
In lab’s cold light, a creature born,
From death’s embrace, a life forlorn.
Frankenstein’s dream, a twisted sight,
A monster’s heart, in endless night.
With stitches crude and mind so bright,
In darkness walks, avoids the light.
A quest for love, a cry for peace,
In every heart, his pain does cease.
The Lonely Giant:
Through forests dark and mountains high,
The monster’s voice, a mournful sigh.
In search of kin, in search of home,
In every step, a life alone.
With eyes so sad and heart so pure,
In every glance, his spirit sure.
A tale of man, of life, of woe,
In every heart, his sorrow grows.
The Created Soul
In lab’s dark gloom, a creature made,
By Victor’s hand, in science’s shade.
A being torn from nature’s laws,
In monster’s eyes, a world of flaws.
The spark of life, a curse so dire,
In lonely night, a heart’s desire.
To understand, to find a place,
In human world, a monstrous face.
From Arctic wastes to village’s fear,
His presence brings a deathly leer.
Shelley’s tale of man’s own pride,
In monster’s heart, the pain does bide.
A quest for love, a quest for peace,
In every soul, his sorrows cease.
Frankenstein’s tale, a warning clear,
Of creation’s burden, born of fear.
The Created Soul
In lab’s dim glow, where lightning strikes,
A creature born of dead men’s plights.
With stitched up limbs and haunted eyes,
He roams the world ‘neath stormy skies.
The created soul, in search of kin,
A heart that yearns, a mind within.
Through rejection’s sting and loneliness,
He seeks a place, a warm caress.
The monster’s tale, of woe and fear,
In every heart, his cries we hear.
From Victor’s hand to ice’s chill,
The created soul, wandering still.
