Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night,
from an evil source that I fear to strike.
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices
that when I found my stallion horses.
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide,
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide.
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast.
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.
by Keith Kadell
Copyright © Keith Relf | Year Posted 2013
Zombies yearn xanthic waterproof
vestibules, under tannic, stagnant, repugnant quagmires.
Places odious nocturnal monsters like killer jackals, ingest
humans, grappling for every decadent,
crunchy brain appetizer.
Written Oct.6th , 2015 for “first ever Z Y X contest - Poetry Contest”.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
If on Halloween you seek something sweet,
Always remember to say trick or treat
For if the wrong house you happen to pick,
You may be the victim of a scary trick
Cause ghosts goblins are everywhere,
Trying to give you a really good scare
Copyright © JANICE HERZOG | Year Posted 2013
Bubble bubble toil and trouble,
Everything you've done you'll get back double.
Eye of newt, Rat's decay,
good and bad, in every way.
Wing of bat and tongue of frog,
The things you despise will become a fog.
Slime of toad, venom of snake and skin,
what you desire most shall be awakened.
Goblin's ear and witch's kiss
Be careful what you wish.
fore with this spell and potion's brew,
you may actually get it.... TIMES TWO!!!!
*Wicked witch's cackle*
Copyright © brandi foote | Year Posted 2013
My Halloween screenplay is funny as can be
It’s funny how witchcraft is what we need to see
Brewing up trouble with all your classmates
The teacher will get angry, make no mistake
Crazy riddles from a child can be so scary
Being her classmate leaves you feeling wary
You may start a princess and end as a boar
As her riddles will leave you in an uproar
Will you return to normal after all this nonsense
Is the question that has everyone in suspense
You may not have believed in the paranormal
But you will start to see the proof is abysmal
Trick-or-treating can be more than a trick
As Jenny needs to get out of this fix
Laughter that gets you jumping off your seat
This screenplay is hilarious, that you’ll see
So if you’re looking for some trouble
To get you out of your bubble
Go to the site, quick and on the double
By: Doris Anne Beaulieu
At : http://youtu.be/XBmxebcXT0c
Copyright © Doris Beaulieu | Year Posted 2014
White as Ghosts...
I wore a mask
it was to cover
my feelings of shyness....
White as ghosts....
I drew further from you...
deeper into regret....
white as ghosts.....
Copyright © Eva J Tortora | Year Posted 2006
Hesitantly I walked into the Halloween store
Afraid of all the macabre decor
Witches laughed in the aisles nearby
And there were other sounds such as bloody curdling cries
Spiderwebs hung all over the place
And dismembered hung an agonized face
"Don't be frightened" an employee told me
"Such is the spirit of Halloween"
I could not find the costume I wanted to wear
As a matter of fact there were no costumes there
I turned to leave the frightening place
But the door slammed shut right in my face!
The employees gathered and slowly walked towards me
Their sinister intentions as plain as can be
This was not a Halloween store at all
But merely a front for this sinister ball
Copyright © Tommy Carson | Year Posted 2015
A spirit appears at night,
showing its cold eyes,
simply glaring at it in fright,
a memory I couldn't erase,
for that spirit had my face.
With its red eyes glows,
it disappears from the shadows,
even when I was walking at night,
no man, woman or child,
but feel that same presence behind me,
but there was no one in sight.
even though I continue to walk,
I can feel a cold chill beneath my feet,
that spirit only appears in the shadows,
not a speck of moonlight or a single spark,
enjoying itself hiding in the dark.
it rises beneath the ground,
showing its ugly frown,
with its eyes looking dead at me,
beware the shadows,
for it's never been foreseen,
beware in the night,
because it's Halloween.
Copyright © verlena dillard | Year Posted 2014
Walking with strangers as parents look on
Speaking of the greatness the last house dropped in their bag
Giddy with sugar and the excitement of the night to come
Such innocence noticed by the horror behind the scenes
Trick or treat you may hear from house to house
Please and thank you from the chocolate mouths
As they walk in closeness with those they walk with
Unaware of the dangers happening in the distance
Yes honey. They're having a good time. Of course I took the good ones
As she hangs up the phone she feels a coldness throughout her frame
She shivers only to feel the pain of sharpness that opens her from the insides
Her stomach ripped open like Snickers candy, she slumps forward upon the horn
Blaring as it echoes through the tress above the children
Hiding the blood upon his hands as he silently travels behind the scene
As most turn towards the car where the lady lay in blood
No Face jams his knife upon a man that splits his skull like wood
No Face was just a mythical killer who's name was joked about
It's been years since his last debut, so now he must prove his truth
With maggots slithering in and out of the sockets where eyes belong
The rotten smell of death can be smelled upon the victims
Doors are being locked, guns are being loaded, screaming children found fleeing
The shocked stand in horror as the ground turns into a river of blood
Trying to turn in the direction of the screams their feet slip as down they fall
Before they even turn their eyes towards the stars, the pain of his blade slice them into pieces of bones and flesh
Halloween night is his night of horror that shall never be joked about
Through the victory of the gruesome display he's caused this town
He smiles in the anticipation of the growing intestinal food he'll feast on until his next return
Arms out wide he roars into the night sky as he steps into the shadows until next Halloween
Copyright © Brian Stoaks | Year Posted 2015
And the cemetery was gloomy and eerie
As the fog rolled in draping over the tall headstones
If you listen close you could here the moans
Of the dead souls all in different tones
Night comes quickly and there is a full moon tonight
All of this is starting to give me a freight
All of this on a Halloween night
The dead leaves are falling to the ground
And as I step onto them
They make all kinds of sounds
I look to the left and look to the right
And I trip over some grave site
I slowly rise to my feet
And can not believe what I can read
Its my own name engraved in stone
So I shake my head and look again
And then a man stands before me with a grin
I scream and stand there in fear
He smacks me over my head with a shovel
And I fall down like a shot deer
The man even sits down and cracks open a beer
I finally come too and I am all alone
Buried beneath my headstone
Copyright © Shawn Daniels | Year Posted 2016
Lots of candy,
For a treat,
Walk around town,
Knock on doors,
Beat the streets,
Seeing the little kids costumes,
There so cute and funny,
Sleek panty hose,
Make up galore,
Everyone loves candy,
Especially when they score,
Halloween is fun,
Exciting and can be scary,
Even a bit airy,
Enjoying with your children,
Taking pictures of all,
Its times to remember,
When you have a fall....
Copyright © Tera Brown | Year Posted 2016
Its mouth full of jagged glass
The eyes glowing black and bleeding
Skin a dark rotting green mass
I can’t help it but the fear is impeding
It tells me I can’t escape this torment
Even if I think it’s gone and dead
It will be patiently waiting, lying dormant
Until I look again and allow it inside my head
I need to break this connection
To put an end to this beast
Because I can’t stand seeing my own reflection
Copyright © Djinn Ortiz | Year Posted 2016