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Best Famous Spooking Poems

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Written by Anne Sexton | Create an image from this poem

August 8th

 And do not be indiscreet or unconventional. Play it safe.

Listen here. I've never played it safe
in spite of what the critics say.
Ask my imaginary brother, that waif,
that childhood best friend who comes to play
dress-up and stick-up and jacks and Pick-Up-Sticks,
bike downtown, stick out tongues at the Catholics.

Or form a Piss Club where we all go
in the bushes and peek at each other's sex.
Pop-gunning the street lights like crows.
Not knowing what to do with funny Kotex
so wearing it in our school shoes. Friend, friend,
spooking my lonely hours you were there, but pretend.


Written by Chris Tusa | Create an image from this poem

Snow White to the Prince

 after Susan Thomas

Truth is, my life was no fairytale, 
that afternoon, I lay, a smiling corpse
under a glass sky, a rotten apple
lodged in my throat like a black lump
of cancer, your sloppy kiss dying on my lips.

Did you really believe a kiss could cure
the poison galloping through my veins, 
as you stood there, with your ugly white horse, 
the voices of dwarfs buzzing like flies
in the apple-scented air? 

I wish you could see me now, 
how I take to the sky, a witch 
without a broom, an empty black silhouette
with stars for teeth, spooking deer
into briar patches, swallowing the shadows of trees. 

I wish I could slip into my beautiful white flesh, 
just once, my pretty white feet stuffed into black slippers, 
my poisoned-breath fogging up the smiling mirror. 
If only you could see the light pouring from my skin.
If only you could hear the songs my bones sing.

Book: Reflection on the Important Things