Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $9.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Chills in Verse: A Collection of Horror Poems
    Chills in Verse: A Collection of Horror Poems
    Chills in Verse: A Collection of Horror Poems
    Ebook103 pages31 minutes

    Chills in Verse: A Collection of Horror Poems

    By Connor Gulliford

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    Step into a world where darkness reigns and every shadow holds a secret. "Chills in Verse: A Collection of Horror Poems" is a collection of haunting poems that delve into the eerie and the unknown. From cursed masks and haunted greenhouses to spectral pirates and the terror of an ancient village, each verse invites you to explore the depths of fear. These poems weave tales of the macabre, blending beauty with horror, and leaving an indelible mark on your soul. Dare to uncover the whispered horrors that await within these pages, where nightmares come to life and the supernatural beckons. Welcome to a journey through the haunting and the harrowing—welcome to "Chills in Verse: A Collection of Horror Poems."

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherConnor Gulliford
    Release dateJul 5, 2024
    ISBN9798227632258
    Chills in Verse: A Collection of Horror Poems

    Read more from Connor Gulliford

    Related authors

    Related to Chills in Verse

    Related ebooks

    Horror Fiction For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      A Nocturne for Eurydice

      Mar 15, 2022

      for “the maiden in her dark, pale meadow” Twilight through the roof of a rain forestshatters like a chandelier of green glass,the shrillness strafed by keening cicadasand unseen flocks of cockatoos that cawtheir catcalls at the meltdown of the sun. D

      2 min read

    • Article

      TEN POEMS Translations of Rafael Alberti

      May 1, 2024

      Throughout the centuries,through the nothingness of the world,I, without sleep, search for you. Behind me, imperceptible,without touching my shoulders,my dead angel keeps watch. Where is Paradise,Shadow, you who have been there?I ask silently. Cities

      3 min read

    • Article

      Poetic Licence

      Mar 18, 2023

      Let me ask you this, my dear friend: are you truly content with complacency? Are you content to sit idly by and watch as the world around you descends into chaos and injustice? Is the comfort of the status quo truly worth the cost of your conscience?

      2 min read

    • Article

      Four Poems

      Jan 1, 2023

      1. Wine-makers say it’s the complex flavorcreated by the singular terrain of place: the kinds of minerals in the soilfiltered through the soft pulse and coil of earthworms; the curl of fog that snakesaround blushed grapes like wisps of smoke; the tas

      6 min read

    • Article

      Three Poems

      Nov 1, 2021

      That the semi-circular canal is part of my ear,not a style of Venetian waterway arch,I learned mid-air on a Huffy.That bicycles left long out in the rain split.That prepositions are tricky.That I was made part industrious,part lazy-assed. That descri

      3 min read

    • Article

      Four Poems

      May 1, 2022

      —after Gerrit van Honthorst’s “Samson and Delilah,” c. 1621 They’ve made a monster of me, marring my namefor eternity. I’m not Delilah,but Laila. I loved him. Each night, in bed, after our bodies became one body, he would succumb to sleep, resting hi

      3 min read

    • Article

      Moonlight After Midnight

      Apr 8, 2019

      My haven is not imaginary. Double volume, reaching far above the surrounding rooms. Four large glass panels to the east, glass bricks randomly placed near the high ceiling. A watchtower onto the night skies. The walls pearly grey. Cold, cold tiles be

      3 min read

    • Article

      Competition

      Sep 20, 2023

      IN COMPETITION No 297 you were invited to write a poem called Bells. Gail White concluded with a firm couplet: ‘We keep that memory with us like a shield / Against despair: the bells of Finchingfield.’ Other Essex bells inspired Christine Ratcliff. B

      2 min read

    • Article

      Two Poems by Phillip B. Williams

      Dec 15, 2017

      The masters are yet dead. Wanting to be human,I tried to rewrite The Waste Land. The canon’s reachcasts ruinous light. The masters’ pens breachthis page where, above, my own hand spectates. Babylonrisen, exorcism in reverse, whose nature upended now?

      6 min read

    • Article

      Maid Of Sker

      Aug 13, 2020

      Maid Of Sker
      2 min read

    • Article

      The World Beneath Our Feet

      Sep 1, 2020

      The World Beneath Our Feet
      8 min read

    • Article

      In The Spotlight:your Writing Dark Side

      Dec 7, 2023

      Spooky season evidently offered creative inspiration aplenty for the WM writers, who responded to the call for writing in November’s crime-themed issue on the theme of ‘Dark Side’ with our fullest mailbox yet. The poetry and prose sent in demonstrate

      4 min read

    • Article

      Five Poems

      Jan 1, 2020

      How slow is all of this dying? Across the county linea fossil in the making, off-road exhaling last lightin nightmud. A small cat in a steel trap. Pendulous sparrows preen. Holding on for the last bluedark nightwe ate fruited scabs off each other’s m

      4 min read

    • Article

      The Remains Of The Day

      Jan 11, 2023

      The Remains Of The Day
      5 min read

    • Article

      Diaspora Sonnets

      Sep 1, 2022

      The old men drink their spritzers and gossipunder awnings. Red hued and blustery, like two roosters on the side of a road.Skyward they crane their necks and laugh, sometimes they wonder about kings and future kingsand how the muscles peer from their

      2 min read

    • Article

      Four Poems

      Jun 3, 2024

      Driving south, I cross it—the intangible line beyond which bougainvillea grows, beyond which the land is flagrant. It’s not exact; there is no sign as with a border, so everybody knows. It doesn’t waft to me; it’s not even fragrant. When I see the bu

      3 min read

    • Article

      The Killing Spree

      Nov 15, 2024

      whizzed past, we liked the look of it, it liquefieddeath, it was here to stay, it actuallyhad nowhere else to go, was in its last stages now, longed to berevelation, longed to be part ofnature making itswhistling sounds above, itsscreamingbelow. The

      2 min read

    • Article

      Books Of The Month

      Jun 9, 2023

      By Nick Laird Laird’s fifth collection glimmers with angsty maturity as it manoeuvres between introspection and elegy. We meet God-as-Martian-poet contemplating his creation in Theodicy. If there are elements of Martian poetry, there is also a critiq

      2 min read

    • Article

      The Epic Of Gilgamesh

      Jan 1, 2020

      My friends, who can reach heaven? The monster bellows like a river swollen with flood.Many are consumed in his fiery breath. My friends, who can reach heaven? Let us ask the mountain for a sign.Let us cut the spirits from the cedars. My friends, who

      3 min read

    • Article

      Evaporative Losses

      Sep 15, 2020

      Breath travels. Our mouths are broken-open places—a house where only wind lives, searching the cupboards and closets. I replace your missing mouths with those of jars, mines, graves. What is gathered and dissipated by mouth? Once alternately filled a

      4 min read

    • Article

      Embracing Nature

      Jun 29, 2021

      Embracing Nature
      5 min read

    • Article

      Sweet Fantasy

      Nov 20, 2021

      Sweet Fantasy
      8 min read

    • Article

      Fearless

      Dec 7, 2020

      Fearless
      2 min read

    • Article

      The Dark

      May 3, 2020

      The Dark
      1 min read

    • Article

      Poetry

      Dec 5, 2024

      Never seen you last third of night. Up here in Allerton,souls sleep amongst stars. I hear the magic, fireworks frolicking. It’s now or never. Front door unlatched festooned withsteam. Tonight, she is abandoned, lifeless mound beneath a quilted tog. T

      1 min read

    • Article

      Shelter

      May 28, 2022

      Shelter
      4 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Chills in Verse

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      Chills in Verse - Connor Gulliford

      Prologue

      In the depths of night , where shadows cling to the corners of the mind, there exists a realm of whispered fears and hidden horrors. This collection of poems delves into the heart of darkness, exploring the eerie and the unknown, where every tale is a doorway to dread.

      From haunted masks to spectral gardens, from the depths of cursed prisons to the haunting strains of ghostly music, these verses beckon you to step into a world where the macabre reigns and the supernatural lurks just beyond the veil of reality.

      Each poem is a fragment of a greater nightmare, a glimpse into the chilling tales that weave through the fabric of our fears. Here, beauty intertwines with terror, and the familiar twists into the grotesque. 

      As you turn these pages, prepare to embark on a journey through the haunted and the harrowing, where every word is a step deeper into the shadows. The darkness welcomes you, dear reader, but beware—for once you enter, there may be no turning back.

      Shadows' Lament

      In the darkness, whispers rise,

      Where shadows dance and moonlight dies.

      Eyes that gleam with eerie glow,

      Haunting winds that softly blow.

      Through twisted woods, the branches creep,

      Echoes of the lost souls weep.

      Footsteps echo, but no one's there,

      A chilling presence fills the air.

      Whispers grow to piercing screams,

      In the realm of broken dreams.

      Ghostly figures, cold and pale,

      Wander through the misty vale.

      Fear grips tight, a suffocating shroud,

      In the land where silence is loud.

      Beware the night, beware the cold,

      For in this realm, terror takes hold.

      The Hands Within the Walls

      In a house where shadows crawl,

      Silent whispers fill the hall.

      Midnight stirs with chilling calls,

      From unseen hands within the walls.

      Fingers creep through cracks so thin,

      Beckoning with a ghostly grin.

      Knuckles knock in eerie time,

      A spectral rhythm, a haunting chime.

      In the dark, their presence felt,

      Cold as ice, your fear will melt.

      Palms that press against the plaster,

      Seeking souls to meet disaster.

      They writhe and twist in silent plea,

      Groping for what they cannot see.

      Nails that scrape with phantom ache,

      Across the boards, the silence break.

      At night, when all is still and cold,

      These hands of terror take their hold.

      They reach for you with unseen might,

      In the darkest depths of night.

      A touch so light, a ghostly breeze,

      That brings you trembling to your knees.

      Their grip is firm, a vice of dread,

      That chills your heart, fills you with dread.

      No escape from their embrace,

      Trapped within this haunted place.

      For in these walls, the dead reside,

      Their restless spirits cannot hide.

      In the house where shadows crawl,

      Hands emerge from every wall.

      Silent

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1