Thread: Some Poetry (Halloween Inspired)

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I stumbled across these poems I wrote in college that I thought you all would find interesting.

Semi-Sonnet Nightmare

All through the day
The children shall pray
Singing their rhyme
Waiting for night time

No more time to wait
You had better stay up late
By the children's count to ten
You'll never sleep again

With the coming of night
There is no hope in sight
Glistening fingers from the moon
It shall all be over very soon

The cycle ends by dawn's sky hue
Red blood replaces morning dew



Stalker's Song

Darkness falls
As the light fades away
The moon is full in the sky
Dread fills your heart
With nothing you should fear

All those stories you heard
All nothing but tales of fantasy
But still you wonder

Gazing around
Scared as a cat
Waiting for that ax murderer
To leap from the shadows
And chop you to bits
But surely that's not real
It is just in your head

What was that?
A noise behind you
No, just a trick of the mind
That's all
But your mind wanders
Thinking of something overheard
A lunatic
Escaped from the asylum
Was that real
Or just another story?
Still your pace picks up
Just in case

Is that just a shadow?
Or something more sinister
Just ahead behind that tree
Can't take any chances
You cross the street quickly

Another noise comes from behind
More mind games
Or something else completely
The noise repeats
Again and again
What is it?
Footsteps, you think
But cannot be sure
You take no chances

Upping your pace into a run
A sight indeed wearing your heels
You stop for a moment
Catching your breath
You're sure it is gone
Maybe it was all in your head
You even laugh
Just a bit
Then something
Catches your eye
A glistening from the moonlight

I walk up to you
A knife in my hand.


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the crypt laid empty
covered with dust and mold
yearning for a body
either young or old

for it's stone sides to hold
and offer some rest
to surround the new casket
that hopefully had been blessed

to cover the body
as to not to let the sun in
to let the decaying process start up
and shut out all wind

for many years to come
until dust it will return
this is what the crypt wanted
this is what it yearned

so it will wait in the darkness
so deep in despair
waiting in the drab mosuleum
surrounded in stagnant air

rod spain