Thread: 100 Poems 'til Halloween!

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Welcome, to the second annual 100 Days of Bad Poetry, brought to you by Evilizabeth's lack of anything more productive to do with herself.


Unlike last year's 100 days of Haiku, this year you may use any kind of poetry you like. I will post at around 10 pm CST if nobody else does, but anyone is welcome to throw their poetry up here and share the 100 day burden. My goal is to actually do 101 (a post-Halloween/All Saints/Dia de la Muerte post on Nov. 1) so, I appreciate any help you guys can throw in.

Let's just have fun. And to open it...

Ghostly icy breath
Chills the room and raises hairs
Thank God for A/C

A poem which expresses my personal feelings about those who think all haunters are devil-worshiping pedophiles putting razor blades in apples and drugs in the chocolate.

To Those Who Don't Get It

Too oft are haunters left maligned
by those who do not understand
what motivation rules the mind
what ending goal directs the hand

We do not want to harm or maim
or lure the children to their doom
No souls for evil to reclaim
with pumpkins carved or witchy broom

We celebrate not evil, nay
but the fun of Halloween
and with our little 'monster play'
we become a fear vaccine

Every child that steels their spine
and then defies the scary stuff
Finds the horror quite benign
and the monsters not so tough

They are stronger, they discover
than the fear that held them back
It's just a neighbor undercover
and they've earned candy for their sack

But deeper still the lessons sink
A seed to grow with passing years
Nothing's as scary as you think
There's benefits to facing fears

So when you see a spooky yard
Or a garage turned witches lair
Don't view us with disregard
We're doing it because we care.

We're not evil, we're not sick
Those thoughts are oh so obsolete
When facing fear becomes the trick
Self-confidence becomes the treat

Hallow Evilliz!
Has it been a year?
Now THIS is a challenge.
I'm filled up with fear!

Haiku's were a cinch
Compared to REAL poetry!
Especially considering
Your amazing first entry!

I can feel my brain
Trying to climb from the jar....
I'll try to participate.
How am I doing so far?

BOO!

Aw, you rock out!

Such a great idea!
Ok here we go.

We Thine Wicked

We thine wicked.
Immortal sons cast into the dark.
Hearts frozen in time.
Everlasting portraits of youth.

Serpents usurping the world.
Bleeding dry the drops of life.
Even on the darkest night the starlight burns our eyes.

We are the shadows.
The bitter wind.
The lingering end.
Spinning tales of mice and men......The mice aren't quite as sweet.

(Luv it whoknows!)

The Crypt

I heard the sounds
of buzz and hit
Inside the walls
Ah me...This crypt

The screeches
bring me to my feet
Caretaker, I
Must duties keep

The sounds! The smells!
I rush to find
Unrecognizable
Things combined

I reach within
The mushy pile
To offer aide
Relieved I smile

I pull apart
The legs and arms
Now reassured
They've met no harm

I can resume
My daily post
To listen for
The closet ghost

Each morning tis
the same you see
Whenever I
Must do laundry

Originally Posted by HallowSusieBoo

(Luv it whoknows!)

The Crypt

I heard the sounds
of buzz and hit
Inside the walls
Ah me...This crypt

The screeches
bring me to my feet
Caretaker, I
Must duties keep

The sounds! The smells!
I rush to find
Unrecognizable
Things combined

I reach within
The mushy pile
To offer aide
Relieved I smile

I pull apart
The legs and arms
Now reassured
They've met no harm

I can resume
My daily post
To listen for
The closet ghost

Each morning tis
the same you see
Whenever I
Must do laundry

The Horror!
Hehehe

fairly new here and never saw this thread before. Should be pretty awesome!

Well, it's the second year we've done it, so jump in whenever you like. You don't have to write an epic if you don't want to, any poem is welcome. Last year it was just haikus (some cool, some goofy) and we've just expanded to let more creativity flow.

Love love love the poems so far. That said... here goes nothin'. Not exactly a 'Halloween' poem, but there's definitely something scary in here, trust me!

Shopping with Squeakerbone - Class of 2015

Around me, they prance.
Like my daughter, they're shopping.
They roll their eyes and huff at their mothers
and I am thankful they're not mine.

They strive for looks in magazines
like Seventeen and Vogue and such
they pout and flounce and demand the best
and I am grateful mine isn't like that.

Flocks of Lisa Frank hued sheep
With Justin Beiber backpacks and Twilight shirts
Individuals like all their friends
and I am comforted 'cause mine is different.

Down the walkway she stalks
Knee-high Converse and pumpkin-imbued leggings
Black velvet skirt in July
and I am proud as she passes them.

Above all the teenage angst and silliness
Her own woman, self-confident and unique.
Her hoodie has red latex horns sticking out of the top
and I am, I admit, a bit smug.

She rolls her eyes and huffs at me
A tone so similar to the others I have seen.
"There are NO coffin shaped backpacks... this place sucks!"
And I am just another Freshman Mom.

Originally Posted by Eviliz

there's definitely something scary in here, trust me!

With Justin Beiber backpacks and Twilight shirts
Individuals like all their friends

The truth. Truly the root of terror.