Thread: 100 Poems 'til Halloween!

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(all purpose poem and excuse!)


Check the calendar
Thirteen Days Until Kreepfest
My brain is so fried.


(better one after my nap!)

Rising from the darkness
they creep forth slow and clumsy
Moaning, sightless they feel their way
I wait, ready for the onslaught.

Steel in hand, I have prepared for this
The dawn waking of the living dead
Their footsteps are growing closer.
I feel their hunger weigh upon me.

THUD... THUD... They are coming downstairs
Mussed and pale, open mouths gaping wide.
Eyes open to fix upon me, cornered and trapped.

I am ready for their inhuman hunger.
My prepared offering, smelling sweet to them, appeases.
They stab and gnaw and groan in satisfaction.
Sunday is Pancake Day.

Great one, Evilz.
Didn't see that coming.

Bloodvalley Rush

The dead have claimed the desert.
Shambling through the dust
In the rising morning heat.

A lone figure stands upright.
Rattlesnake tails tied 'round his neck.
Enter the hero of the undead West.

Not fighting to survive,
Simply fighting 'till he dies.
Whispering the heroes code,
"No dead left alive."

A red sky dusk.
A Bloodvalley rush.
With each one down
Another returns.

The dead redead
With six shots left.
Exit the hero of the undead West.

Within a heavy
wooden trunk
Laid to rest
Lace and linen
Lifeless finery
Waiting there

Without air
lightly staring
glove fingers
stiff and calm
red ribbon
black net

Underneath
in silence waits
a final point
well-made
black silk brim
mystic topper

All will rise
Soon take form
if ever
this witch
can still fit into
her costume...

Love it, Susie.

Empire Vampire

Silence shattered, like the mirrors from a lifetime of bad luck.
The roar of a mortal coil abandoned.

Pick apart my howling heart.
A breath of chemical night,
And, my life has just begun.

Dim streetlamps and Autumn rain
Cast reflections at my feet,
But not of me.
A subtle state of disbelief,
Now what have I become?

The city reeks of gasoline.
The chaos of a neon dream.
A million pulses pounding,
And I can hear them all.

A play of epic tragedy,
As I struggle to keep my sanity.
The morning tastes of fire,
But I'm still drowning in the rain.

Call of the Season

While the world is fast asleep
The clock strikes up the witching hour
Sepulchral tones roll slow and deep
Drifting from the old stone tower

From the fetid graveyard dirt
Rising dead abandon rest
Brushing soil from their shirt
Though tattered they are sharply dressed

Circling the cauldron's glow
Trailed by cats as black as night
They don't want to miss the show
And witchy brooms soon take to flight

Sallow moon hangs low and pale
Calling beasts to howl and bay
Rising up with twitching tail
The Wolfman hurries off to play

At the bell vampires converge
Revelers in the masquerade
From the shadows they emerge
Wrapped in velvet and brocade

Ghosts and creeps and spooky ghouls
Creatures from the darkest place
Rise to heed that eerie call
Filling up each empty space

From the dark this spooky mob
Creeps up quick onto the scene
Join them in their dance macabre
As the bells chime "Halloween"

Great imagery,Evilz!
I really enjoyed that one!

And now, time for something corny(and possibly incomprehensible).

Cold Lovers Repose

The light as pale as her skin.
We lie in the tall, dark grass.
Overlooking our work,
An empire left in embers.

Her head on my lap she whispers,
"We've made a mess haven't we? *giggle*"

"I'd say so."

"Can we be evil together?"

"Well I don't want to do it alone."

- - -

The smoke hushed the insects,
(And the bugs as well).
A night of quiet bliss.

"I can hear your heart beating."

"What heart darling? Mine's been stopped quite a while."

"Well I still hear it."

"What's it sound like? Bum bum bum bum?"

"....No, it's more like a low rolling thunder......"

".....Can you hear your own?"

"What?"

"Your own heart, can you hear it?"

"Only around You....."

"*giggle*.......We should go. It's almost dawn."

Skeletal Rest

I wake from a slumber far to deep.
Surely I've spent enough time asleep.
No eyes to open, but still I'd see....
Were it not for the dirt on top of Me.

I pop my skull out, to check on the place,
When I saw the Grave keeper, taking a break.
He nodded his head, and gave me a wave.

"How much time Jim?!"

"Eighty eight days!"

Great job Whoknows!

This poem was inspired by something on my daughter's favorite show 'How I Met Your Mother'. And, like Barney... it's mildly inappropriate.

November first, at twelve-oh-one
When all the Haunting has been done
There's a favored watering hole
for every creepy, spooky soul

A tavern made for ghosts and ghouls
And Sugar, you should hear these fools!
Pour the liquor, beer, and wines
And heed the monsters' pick-up lines!

Dracula spies a tipsy chick
"You're just my type" he coos (so slick!)
The Phantom seeking out a kiss
"My organ is quite massive, Miss"

The wolfman has such cunning guile
"Wanna do it doggy style?"
The Mummy has love on his mind
"Let's go to my place and unwind."

A warlock slides up to a blonde
"Let's make magic with my wand."
The Creature sings a different tune
"I'd love to dive in your lagoon"

To flirt the zombie takes great pains
"Hey there, I love a girl with brains"
"The Doc forgot a vital part"
Says Frank "It seems YOU have got my heart"

The ghost does not know what to do
"All my lines they'd see right through"
Skelly feels just like a putz
He'd like to try ... but has no guts.

That Medusa's such a card
"Just one look, I'll make you hard"
"Babe, I don't mean to be corny"
The demon says "but I'm quite horny"

I've heard those lines a thousand times
And used them here to make my rhymes
And to teach you what to do
If a monster flirts with you!

Must....resist....trying the wolfman line. hehe

Eye

Multidimensional eye,
Viewing space in every way.
A sideways scream in time.

Left outside the world it knows.
A meta-cosmic spec.
To rip across the great divide,
That is all it wants.

It sees all ends, by every means,
Yet holds no words to speak them.
Forever in its faded stasis,
Waiting for the next beginning.