Eve Roper Poet Rhyme

Spooky the Night

Spooky the night; 
Ghosts are even contrite
Continually drifting round the hound. 
Pumpkins have found 
A dark body to walk them around 
While monsters walk the streets. 
The pounding of the brisk wind beats. 
Frighten Cuckoo bird under a nightshade hood. 
Red eyes hover round the woods.
Bats fly round, waking the dead. 
Soil moves, while coffins slowly open, 
Close, and reopen, 
Disturbing the living dead, 
Their shaking hands with dread. 
Come now. 
Come now. 
There is extra room. 
The witch on the broom 
Is waiting for her groom 
As spiders thread 
A large web for their bed.


1/4/2025

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Panagiota Romios January 6, 2025 at 4:48 PM You are great at creating a fearful scene Wow. Pangie xx!

Victor Buhagiar January 6, 2025 at 1:54 AM That was spooky enough, Eve. I enjoy dark poems. Hugs.

Paula Goldsmith January 5, 2025 at 7:52 AM I enjoyed reading your fun write. Love your last line. I do not think I would like a bed made from a web. Have a blessed day/week writing away.......................