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#youngwritershousehold I have terrifying nightmares, They don't seem to go away, Haunting me through all the night, I worry through the day.
It's very childish I know, but I still think it's funny.
Dark pitch black, gives me heart attacks, Everytime i'm in it. It's a game I play, from sunset to day, And i don't know how to win it. Creepy things hide, my teddy at side, Jumping to bed from afar.
#household I know a place where my love can stay, It's how I keep the monsters at bay, My closet is packed full up to the top, I hope and hope the nightmares will stop, There was a beast with twelve...
#household It growls and, Sneers, Roars and, Jeers, Baring it's teeth, Green eyes aglow, Brown fur ruffled, Breathing slow, Tail is swishing, Claws scratch down, On it's face, An ugly...
Every sleepy child In a lone spacious room, Spies a scary human, Lurking in the gloom. The cupboard is a danger, The window sill a threat. Clutching a faithful teddy, The child breaks into a sweat.
(This is my first poem- I'd appreciate any reads, likes and feedback!) Come around. Come around. Girls and boys, There's magic to be found. And laughter full of joys.
Covers off, Just one leg out, Covers on, Scream and shout. Is there a monster Under my bed To grab my leg So BOOM I'm dead. Check under.
I wake up in the morning, And stretch with all my might, My mind is quite alive From my rather fearful night.
Darkness in every corner, Seems to fall down on us. As if radiating it's mystery, Giving all a sense of mistrust. I hear one lives under the bed, One in the in the wardrobe as well.
This is for all those who lay awake at night and worry. Kids dont try to grow up in a hurry. When I was younger and just a care free child. My imagination used to turn on me and run wild.
Slowly climbing up each stair, Until I reach the big blue chair, Where the man in goggles will glance, Indicating to the chair not giving me much chance.
There's a Crocodile under the table, There’s a Crocodile under my chair; I can feel it scrape next to my slippers... Heaven knows how on Earth it got there.
It scares me so The darkness What it is hiding.
"Ivy had pale skin, ginger plaits sliding down to her gentle feet, big bright beautiful blazing blue eyes. She sang, she laughed, she danced." I read.