Peter Madden

Rookie [Pelequin] (23/3/72 / Manchester)

Peter Madden Poems

1. The Love Sick Zombie 9/19/2013
2. I Close My Eyes 9/19/2013
3. Do You See Me? 9/19/2013
4. Into The Labyrinth 9/19/2013
5. They Called Her Succubus 9/19/2013
6. Tears Fall 9/19/2013
7. War 9/19/2013
8. The Key 9/19/2013
9. With A Kiss 9/19/2013
10. The Train Journey 9/19/2013
11. Down To The Sea 9/19/2013
12. Give In To Temptation 9/19/2013
13. Does The Wolf Wonder? 9/19/2013
14. At The End 9/19/2013
15. The Banshee 9/19/2013
16. I Gaze 9/19/2013
17. Huntress 9/19/2013
18. Masks 9/19/2013
19. Life And Death 9/19/2013
20. Dragons Breathe 9/19/2013
21. Upon The Borders Of Hell 9/19/2013
22. Cherry Blossom 9/19/2013
23. Thet Devils Lament 9/19/2013
24. Curse Of The Werewolf 9/19/2013
25. Poetry 9/19/2013
26. Choices 9/19/2013
27. The Wolf Was In The Pantry 9/19/2013
28. The Seas Wrath 9/19/2013
29. Reflections Of Myself 9/19/2013
30. The Wolf 9/19/2013
31. Do You See Them? 10/14/2012
32. My Crime 10/14/2012
33. A Pain Like Fire 10/14/2012
34. The Waiting Room 10/16/2012
35. Mother Nature 9/19/2013
36. A Vampires First Night 9/19/2013
37. A Creak Upon The Stairs 9/19/2013
38. Candles In The Night 9/19/2013
39. We Live In This World 9/19/2013
40. Wolf Song 9/19/2013
Best Poem of Peter Madden

A Night In A Haunted House

I sit alone in the dark...
the clock ticking behind me upon the wall...
its sound breaking the suffocating silence only just...
like the beating of times relentless heart..
and marking the long hours till i see the dawn...



the dark beyond my candle light seems almost alive...
filled with overactive imagination and unfounded fears....
conjoured monsters of childhood nightmares...
return to bring their vengence for being forgotten...
and in the dark the child inside screams in the night...



i sit alone mastering my fears in the ...

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Do You See Them?

they sit on street corners..
in the alleys and the gutters...
hiding in plain sight...
from an uncaring world..

do you see them...

pale reflections of their past selves..
broken and abused by the ghosts of former lives..

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