Best Banshee Poems

BANSHEE


From out of the dusk, through a thin shaft of light
A dark shape appears on this cold misty night
A disfigured mutation, with a look of forlorn
She’s a tortured creation, she is the unborn

From the bleak depths of hell, and out of its fires
She ghosts in...

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She walks alone through the forest in white; 
Under thick boughs she lets out her lament—
Holding her head and wailing in the night.

The wind is blowing so fiercely tonight—
Going places few others ever went, 
She walks alone through the forest in white.

The moon in the...

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The banshee wails within the gale
and unease weaves its wary tale
across fair Eire’s inland moor,
a Lord will die by ancient lore.
The banshee wails.

Her hair is torn, her face so pale,               ...

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Some say I'm an original and I tend to agree
After popping out they threw away the damn key
He'll never be matched
A weirdo' was hatched
Screamed bloody murder like a hairy ass banshee...

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Still, I have a severe fright for banshee
Once I felt, I saw her under a tree
It made my poor brain sizzle
And on bed, made me drizzle.
At night, hearing a shriek, I had to flee.
...

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Across frosted windows chill,
The watcher seeks.
Withered hands clutching branches,
Strong limbs.
Dragging belly's weight like within
This devils heart.
Fiendish smiles exposed, sharpened,
Canines sustains thirsts lust.
Passions mistress voice, calls softly,
Enticing it's prey.
Patiently waiting, longing for his,
Final breath's resolution.
Alone old may.
Prepares for existences end,
 Lying at deaths threshold.
He yearns for...

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I can’t look back; too many tears are there.
The woman that I used to know and love
is someone else now, and much less than fair
is what my God has given me a part of.

In Banshee I must use a different name
or leave this town and...

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Once, inside o' an Irish family's Derrygoolin farmhouse in the 1940s,
A boy named Anthony heard the woman whose word is death, himself, foreseen.

When the reaper's cloak appears to those who choke,
And his cowl upon ye' prowls,
She who's bound to the royal lassies and blokes, 
Will...

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A. W. Nutter

Daughter of Satan and Jezebel
Obeying the wishes of her father
Sent from the fiery depths of hell
Issuing a decree for the Reaper

Reveling in the darkness
A soul, black as the night
Never seeking forgiveness
Announcing death, her delight

From the chalice of fear you sip
As you view this...

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Strobe lightning flashes
when midnight strikes home
Blades of grass whistling
signals the brutal winter wind
that follows harshly
Shady shallow creatures
crawl out of their shells of unfinished business
Growls of hunger rising to wails of one banshee cry
 
She calls out death warnings
so loved ones --"Be aware!"
A lost soul roams...

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The Banshee sang its mournful song
Upon the night time air
To take souls to the other world
Who went it didn’t care

Whoever heard its dreadful wail
Would be the first to leave
But many more would follow
From the Banshee no reprieve

All the doors around were locked 
To keep the...

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Death, with bony fingers creeps,
reaching for our souls
It hides its face in shadows deep,
waiting to take hold

longing to share with us
its ebony embrace
to transform our light to
a state of darkened grace.

Like a hunter, patiently,
it lingers by and by
You’ll know it has come for you,
when you...

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What makes us male guys go totally loopy
Eyeballing a female with a cute little booty
There ain't nothin' finer
Makes us growl like a tiger
Or scream like a banshee while ogling these cuties


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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The banshee’s wails alarm the house,
Foretelling Father’s death;
They do not know he was the beast,
The man who ravished Beth. 

She took her life, then couldn’t rest:
A creature without friend.
She’s waited for this day to come,
And now predicts his end.

He sees her face and cries in...

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What makes us male guys go totally loopy
Eyeballing young females with a cute little booties
There ain't nuttin' finer
Makes us growl like a tiger
Or scream like a banshee while ogling these cuties...

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