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Holiday Evil Poems | Evil Poems About Holiday

These Holiday Evil poems are examples of Evil poems about Holiday. These are the best examples of Holiday Evil poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Rhyme |

Vampire Chickens

Beware of those vampire chickens this Halloween season. Their thirsting for your blood is the primary reason. These black nocturnal creatures fly into the night. After the stroke of midnight, they cause insurmountable fright. These evil birds come right up from hell. They make the average bat look like Tinkerbelle. It is a well-known fact that chickens have no teeth. Blood sucking ability is something they will not bequeath. If chickens really were so evil and devilish, the late Colonel Sanders would have made his fortune selling fish.


Details | Villanelle |

Evil Breaks the Silence

An evil breaks the silence of this day A harbinger of the darkest of nights The horror escalates to more dismay The darkness of evening she will portray Her wickedness and horror she delights An evil breaks the silence of this day She would break the silence as surely say A spell greater than what speaks out tonight The horror escalates to more dismay Cauldron boils a potion without delay Potion to instill fear deep in alright An evil breaks the silence of this day She put in dead flowers, quite the bouquet She then boards her broomstick, flies out of sight The horror escalates to more dismay Now her flight brushes her up with some hay Takes her up high with some very great height An evil breaks the silence of this day The horror escalates to more dismay
Russell Sivey


Details | Pantoum |

Into a Haunted Forest

I walked into the haunted forest at night I desire to be alone, to feel the full effect I don’t know many who would do as I did Many are fearful of what lies deep within I desire to be alone, to feel the full effect It’s quite the journey going at it alone Many are fearful of what lies deep within The forest comes alive with all its forces It’s quite the journey going at it alone The land sleeps until it’s quite disturbed The forest comes alive with all its forces And I secure myself, get ready for the darkness The land sleeps until it’s quite disturbed I walk deep within the depths of its core And I secure myself, get ready for the darkness What comes out from this darkness disturbs I walk deep within the depths of its core Holding my breath knowing something’s coming What comes out from this darkness disturbs For ghosts follow and werewolves howl Holding my breath knowing something’s coming The inside of the forest comes forward to meet For the ghosts follow and werewolves howl They pounce upon me and I feel their presence The inside of the forest comes forward to meet An evil collection of creatures dire and unholy They pounce upon me and I feel their presence Now I run from the forest, fearful with fright An evil collection of creatures dire and unholy I don’t know many who would do as I did Now I run from the forest, fearful with fright I walked into the haunted forest at night
Russell Sivey


Details | Sonnet |

Angel Dust

The creatures that could fly, flew out this night They brought forth their powers, with them their might The black dragon is largest on the list They are the strongest, waving their clawed fist Next would have to be the fairies so trim Wielding dark talents purely on a whim The dark gargoyles fly around with great ease Spreading the fear of death and dire disease As sure as you think the darkness would win An angel flies high, way up in heaven She saves the Earth from all evil around Drops down some angel dust right to the ground And quick as a flash evil leaves this place Angels left to sing the beauty of grace
Russell Sivey Entrant into Gail Doyle's "Angel Dust" contest 10/9/2012


Details | Free verse |

THE HAUNTING

Entombed behind isolation walled
 Prison,
A haunting malice trapped me within.
Crouching beneath shadows shroud,
 Leering eyes pierce.
Through darkness’s pitch black,
 Covenant.
Pacing beast intercepting motions,
 Movements, mocking my,
Feeble attempts to evade frenzy's,
 Tormentor.
Deceptions deceiver, silver tongued, 
Weaver, spewing lies deceit.
Intricately aligning it's widow,
 Makers webbing,
Feasting on innocence betrayal.
Heckling, laughter echoes, against,
 Dead reckoning.
A chilling appetizing, as if pleased,
 At malice’s intent.
Fiendishly, delighting in torturing,
It’s human pet.
A vacant mumbling feeling over,
 Comes reasoning,
A deeper anger begins to rage,
Rebelling against hatred’s,
Horrifying entity.
Motivated to survive beyond spectral,
 Captivity.
Hear my disgust, creature,
 I shall destroy thee.
Leave me alone, screaming aloud,
 Sanity's domain gives way.
In musty halls empty hollows,
 An odorous stench.
Fills mine senses,
Cease mortal miscreant,
 None leave here alive,
Shudders blood runs cold down raw
 Veins nerve endings,
A deepening realizations rushes,
 The conscious mind,
I'm deaths play thing.
To be pounced upon, a toy mouse,
 Caught between claws,
Extracting, retracting at whims invoking.
Invisible hands grasp choking life's,
 Breath away.
Feeling every heartbeat slowing,
 Quietly ceasing.
Stinging painfully ringing at ear, 
Shots quivering,
Oblivion's mute murmurs never part,
Lips tightly closed.
Let mercy's fallen be forgiven,
 Released from,
Beyond hells hidden regions,
A place devoid of spiritual salvation.
Foul demonic spirit haunting,
 A madman's kingdom,
It whispers to me in sweet melodies,
 Aftershock.
Now we begin, and you truly belong to me,
With satisfactions grimace, it smiles.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Terza Rima |

Cast of a Full Moon

There are screeches from the door of the coffin That reverberates throughout the graveyard There is a fire nearby that acts as a beacon That infiltrates the undead, the great diehard Ones that obey the commands of the witch The creatures of the night roam the courtyard The place of a warlock, a man that is very rich One who rules all this evil by his beck and call Where the powers goes off without a hitch A scarecrow hangs with his pride quite tall That scares all creatures nearby, bringing fear Eyes that blaze fire, it makes all those near fall The spider webs in the mist come and appear Glowing vividly within the cast of a full moon Black cats are going to go spread some evil cheer Halloween is when these things bring their doom
Russell Sivey


Details | Light Poetry |

Embers Red with Yellow Fear

Firelight ghost stories entertain the dark starless evening. Young eyes plead, tell me a ghost story please!

On a dark moonless, starless night much darker than this night, four young teenagers were cruising in dad's car on a deserted back road. The car made a pop then ceased to ignite. The teens were stranded in a dark lonely spot eery and too quiet for comfort's sake. Upon considering their options the youth decided to walk back to the last house they had passed SEVERAL miles back. 
Together they took out on foot in the pitch black; stumbling sometimes running hoping for a miracle. When they got closer to town the old Mauk graveyard was a short cut to home. They decided to take their chances in the grave yard. Many years ago unknown to the youth. Bart Blame was hung for his murderous ways and buried in an unmarked grave toward the southern darkest corner of the cemetery. Bart swore to take all the souls he could into the firey depths of hell. Bart vowed to not go alone to the firey pit. 
As the teens walked along, one youth John stumbled and fell into a hole up to his waist and began screaming. "Somethings got my legs, they're on fire!! Help me!!" His friends grabbed him and pulled him out of the hole and discovered it was an old grave.
There was a red glow that morphed into a boney hand then a full skeleton rose up out of the grave with and evil laugh said, "You dare disturb me, Bart Blame! I will not go back to hell alone. Your souls will accompany me tonight" The boys took off running
trying to find their way to safety.  They ran until the red burning skull was in front of them laughing. The boys began to retreat away from the evil when they noticed only three running through the woods. Fear overcame the boys and they split up. John decided to cling to the church cross calling on the name of Jesus all night. He clung to the cross calling on Jesus to save him. In the mornig light John was the only one left and the other's bodies were in the grave of Bart blame burned beyond recognition.


Details | Dizain |

Spells Spun from a Drunk Pen

The dark witch laughed as she held a drunk pen Which she used to write spells without pity Spells that are out of whack in the open She can’t align her papers perfectly Her powers are evil and shown darkly But the fun the pen sure had shows this day The spells falter and fail, dissolve away The sputter of a wand after the spell Messes up and coughs up evil today She sure finds herself in a lot of hell
Russell Sivey Was an entry into Joann Grisetti's Drunk Pen contest But found out it had to be Free Verse, Narrative, or Prose


Details | Acrostic |

Halloween Costume Ball

Hairy eyeballs hanging from a wizard’s crown.
Arachnids sprawled on his black sparkling gown.
Ludicrous marks scar his face beneath a frown.
Luscious blood dripping very slowly down.
Opulent jewelry shaped like bones.
Worn around his neck amid creepy groans.
Ecstatic bats wait around for deadly moans.
Eerily suspended from their master’s belt.
Nonchalantly walking, his evil presence is felt.
 
Coming down the stairs was a star bejeweled queen.
Overcome; such beauty he had never before seen. 
Stunned into submission by her piercing eyes.
Trapped by love’s intrusion and compassion’s cries.
Unveiling beauty, cajoling pleasant sighs.
Miraculously transformed his evil heart; love flows.
Enticed by the moment, together, attraction grows.

Bedazzled by the grandeur of the Halloween Ball
Altruism curiously sealed love that fall.
Laughter filled the man with the eyeballs on his crown.
Loved by the queen in her star bejeweled gown.

© October 15, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen


Details | Rhyme |

The Colors of Halloween

The colors of Halloween spark such great interest
Like the orange of a pumpkin that delight
With a face that can bring a lot of fright

The great ghoulish color green surely brings unrest
Could be seen as the color of their deep eyes
That the undead have inside when they rise

The color purple has a mighty sheen, could be best
This eerie color comes forth from the dark spell
That the evil witch casts, bringing forth all of hell

The color black is Halloween, greater than all the rest
The color in which the deep darkest shadows cast
The ones that call forth evil that will surely last

All these Halloween colors bring life one would jest
They brings a delightful feel to all on Halloween
A playful feeling for everyone is truly seen

The colors of Halloween spark such great interest
The great ghoulish color green surely brings unrest
The color purple has a mighty sheen, could be best
The color black is Halloween, greater than all the rest
All these Halloween colors bring life one would jest

Russell Sivey

Form Costanza


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