Best Boogeyman Poems
Our Boogeyman
There is a boogeyman within
this home of ours, we swear he's here!
He comes and goes to mess with us
and bring about a silly fear.
It happens if we're here or not;
he seems to go from room to room
to keep us guessing why we see
phenomena that brings such gloom.
It has to do with lights, you see,
the kind you touch to turn them on;
somehow this boogeyman knows how
to toy with us, and whereupon,
we find our touch lamps brightly lit
in rooms, we enter while we're there.
But worst of all, to find them on
when we've been out, and such despair,
to wonder how that comes about??
For sure, it doesn't make much sense.
Do boogeymen have fingers that
can generate capacitance?
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: Boogeyman
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 06/02/2016
True Story!
"Touch-sensitive lamps almost always use a fourth property of the human body -- its capacitance. [kuh-pas-i-tuh ns] The word "capacitance" has as its root the word "capacity" -- capacitance is the capacity an object has to hold electrons. The lamp, when standing by itself on a table, has a certain capacitance. This means that if a circuit tried to charge the lamp with electrons, it would take a certain number to "fill it." When you touch the lamp, your body adds to its capacity. It takes more electrons to fill you and the lamp, and the circuit detects that difference." http://science.howstuffworks.com
This boogeyman was scared of the dark
But tried frightening kids in the park
When dusk started to fall
For his mummy he’d call
He'd go dashing home quick as a lark
Young children thought it was great fun
Seeing the poor boogeyman run
They’d leap out from a bush
Make him fall on his tush
For he didn’t scare anyone
So the boogeyman joined in a class
His assessments he quickly did pass
He leaps from dustbin lids
Now he’s scaring the kids
This transition he cannot surpass
Contest Boogeyman sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
05~24~16
We lived in a home near
the edge of the woods.
Old wooden floors would
creak with every step.
One night when I was
home alone with only our
German Sheppard dog,
Shep, to keep me company,
The boogeyman came calling.
He was dressed all in black
with a hood covering his head.
I had already retired to bed.
I lay there awake in the dark
Thinking of a myriad of things
I needed to attend to next day,
As I flipped over from left to right
I saw that boogeyman leaning
In close, right over my face.
I am ashamed to admit that I
Screamed like a little child, then
Quickly drew covers over my head.
Now Shep didn't bark, which I
Found really quite strange, and
I lay there very still barely breathing.
I listened to hear steps on the floor,
But the house was quite still.
After about fifteen minutes I got
Brave enough to slowly uncover.
The boogeyman had vanished
Without a sound or evidence left.
He scared the daylights out of me!
I called Shep over and made him
Sleep with me, holding onto his
Paw when he tried to creep away.
The boogeyman never returned,
But I never forgot his chilling visit.
May 27, 2016
A True Story
Boogeyman Contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Sixth place
Walking through portraitures discordant nightmare
Acutations better part, of singulars far too long?!
Enunciating endogenous skeletons; less proxy....
Amid the harrowing graveyard of their bones
Decaying biosphere chambers these tales
In secrets they have never told!?
Slumber gathering beyond the iron gates
Atop the sepulchers betwixt gray stones
Virtual tombs marking time which screams....
And all the blood is not my own?!
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The';'Boogey';'man ~
distance from light switch
to top of dark basement stairs -
measured in neck hairs
When I was about eight years old we lived in an old house. It had three stories
plus an attic and like any old house it had creaks and groans. At night the house
seemed haunted. Well, it did to an eight year old with a vivid imagination. Anyways,
I was totally convinced that inside my closet lived a boogeyman. He was the vision
of terror, but I had never actually seen his face. Sometimes he hid in corners of my
room or under my bed. I had heard all about him from other kids. He was a devil,
who carried children away in the night to eat them. My parents said it was just a
shadow but I knew he existed. I would hug dolly and teddy, trembling. But he
never ate me, because I am here telling you this story, but he could have .. . .
tall man with claws
and pretty sure he had fangs-
never saw his face
Well no, Daddy, I never saw the claws or the fangs or his face. But trust me
Daddy, he is in the closet! Nooooo, don't open it! Okay well he heard you talking
and went away, but he will be back, trust me on that. Goodnight Daddy, leave the
door open and LEAVE the hall light on.
an evil laughing
creaking of my closet door-
s c r e a m i n g for daddy
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May 25, 2016
Poetry/Haibun/The Boogeyman who Liven In My Closet
Copyright Protected, ID 16-794-931-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Story Poem Contest
sponsor, Carol Eastman
First Place
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Written for the contest, Boogeyman
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
Second Place
Bed time story
Night sky stood still inky dark and gloomy
There came a light that flickered zigzagging behind the clouds
a sudden resounding loud sound of cymbals
Heavy pouring rain commenced
In my pajamas with heavy eyelids it is time for bed
Mama sits by my side with her arms around me, I nuzzle
Bundle tightly under the covers keeping warm
A fairy tale she reads,
“The Story Of The Three Little Pigs”
“Once upon a time there was an old Sow with three little Pigs “ ….
While
Outside
Angry howling sounds
like the crashing ocean tide
breathing, growling wind knowing…
“Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in.”
I’ll h-u-f-f and I’ll p-u-f-f and blow your house down”
I struggle; I snuggle closer to mama;
"No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”
A chill runs through my body leaving a frightening illusion
Goose bumps and the hair on my arms and back of my neck bristles
“Then the Wolf came to the second Little Pig,”
“Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in.”
Wind wailing rustling into the night
Whipping tree branches
Tapping, scraping outside the window
Tears of rain run down… making leaves fall earthward
Leaving a blanket of wet leaves and twigs on the ground
“So the Wolf came to the third house that was made of bricks.”
“Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in.”
I’ll h-u-f-f and I’ll p-u-f-f and blow your house down”
He h-u-f-f-e-d and p-u-f-f-e-d and he h-u-f-f-e-d and p-u-f-f-e-d, but he could not blow the house of bricks down”
As the drama fades and a perfect sound of …
"The three little pigs lived happily ever after."
5/29/2016
THE STORY OF THE THREE LITTLE PIGS
Poetry Contest : Boogeyman
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
The Boogeyman
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
He’s a creepy and crawly shadow from the light,
squeamy and haughty who awakes in the night.
Screams from the child who becomes afraid,
poor Andy cries out but on his bed he does stay.
Then he quietly wanders to the closet in wonder,
then the lightning strikes with robust thunder,
For lil’ Andy can’t see through the door,
but hears the boogeyman screech and roar.
Stalking the boy, Andy hides under his bed,
terrified that his father will wake up instead.
Heeding and shaking with hands over his mouth,
he listens in terror seeing footsteps arouse.
Poor Andy, knew it was to be true,
for earlier his father beat him black and blue.
More terrified of him than the boogeyman,
he hurried from under the bed and he ran.
Father caught him before he could get far,
in the mirror Andy saw on his face a scar.
See, father was worse than shadows in the night,
and his mother knew all along she was right.
A strike from a belt buckle across his bottom,
but a shadow flew in fast and got him.
Father had vanished before Andy’s eyes,
that boogeyman had been wearing a disguise.
Big brother Josh had been very protective,
for his brother Andy had been very neglected.
See, the boogeyman wasn’t scary after all,
but an angel catching him every time he did fall.
No longer will that big mean man be a bother,
Josh saved Andy from the wrath of his father.
Date Written: May 25, 2016
"10:00 P.M."
I creep to a nearby house to ask for food. Three weeks
back I met Buddha in a morgue. He told me to detach
myself from eating human flesh. So hard I resisted,
but managed. Now I'm a vegetarian!
"10:24 P.M."
Tired of knocking the door, I decide to get into the
house. I see a child watching "Creep show" in the TV,
seated in an upside-down motion. His clothes look
completely wet. I decide to do something good
for a change for all humanity. I walk upstairs
to look for diapers.
"11:00 P.M."
A pile of diapers have buried me. They've fallen
from the ceiling, as I try to escape. I had really
thought hard about changing the diapers, and
suspected the child would reveal my identity
when he grows up.
"11:15 P.M"
Still deciding whether to escape or not....
“11:43 P.M”
I’m puzzled and amazed. The toddler laughs
as I make funny faces. What I know is that many people
run away when they see my face. I decided to stay
for a while, as the folks enjoy their Halloween.
“12:00 MIDNIGHT”
“Trick or treat” children say in unison. The door is opened,
the toddler is still laughing, and I still want to leave. The
children think I’m a resident in bogeyman costumes.
They touch my nails and cloak, admiring them.
“12:13 A.M.”
The children are still admiring my cloak and nails…..
“01:17 A.M.”
Many people are screaming and shouting around me.
I’ve been crowned Mr. Halloween of the year. I can now
see the toddler with his parents, as they cheer. I am still
hungry…….
THE END
Date of Publication: 5/24/2016
There is no specific appearance attributed
to the horrifying Boogeyman, he may resemble
Windico or diabolic Krampus; these creatures
are spiteful and like to punish only the good kids.
In my childhood he came around and hunted
my longest nights and alone I started to tremble.
The frightening Boogieman was after the young boys,
he was as frightening as ghosts and gave goosy bumps;
he stalked nice kids who tickled their little chubby bear
at home when their mom was busy styling her frizzy hair.
He came around dusk and peaked in laughing to spot
beautiful children doing their homework by lamplight;
with lots of whims on his mind he got ready to act,
but he didn't know that the Bulldog felt no fright.
He pushed the unlocked door and barged in, then every kid
screamed and ran to the bathroom with a face of white wax;
his groan was a thunder, brave mother swung the long ax...
but the ferocious Bulldog attacked him without being afraid.
The Boogeyman looked too confident, but was overcome by bites
and profusely bled on the chicken floor, he was a defeated fiend;
the watchful Bulldog made sure that he didn't get up and opened eyes:
no mercy for such a monster, justice was done by the kids' best friend.
Silent as mist, I roam,
my world is the still depths of blackest night.
In search, yes, endless search,
seeking the child of gray to black heart.
Though forewarned, bad children are abundant,
those pure of heart to be spurned in nights passage.
I find the child of innocent heart, distasteful,
not of interest nor matter to my need.
My quest is the rich bitter sweet taste
of the child in gray to black heart.
The darker tint is stronger to call,
those passed over this night, perhaps tomorrow’s prey.
Floating upon the silent night breeze,
hidden by shadow in moonless night, I travel.
Barriers none to stop my unquenchable thirst,
as black smoke through door or window I enter.
Without detection, unseen, unstoppable,
silently I creep to bedside of my chosen.
In a ghostly embrace the unruly child
is carried into the night,
to my place of dark secrets, not be seen again.
Heed my warning, children of wicked ways.
I will find you in my time,
you cannot hide nor fool me.
Your fate lies in your chosen play,
be good of spirit, pure of heart.
Lest I steal you away, as you sleep in the night,
for I am the Boogeyman.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
5/30/16 ©
The Boogeyman
"Lay your head down child I won't let the Boogeyman come"
another infamous Tool ballad blares out of the speakers.
"Go back to sleep, go back to sleep..."
James (now 14) hits the power button and says to himself
Ha! There ain't no boogeyman in my closet anymore!
Kids stuff! Then turns out the light for the night...
An hour or so passes, the wind blows erratically outside...
The bedroom window is open just a crack...
just enough so the wind ruffles the curtains...
and brings the chill of the night in with it...
James wakes up about then wondering why he shivers
because right about then the wind completely died
He looks to the window, shrugs, gets up and closes it
As he turns around it hit him again, the chill with no wind...
He shakes his head to rid himself of this eerie feeling
Cracks his neck a couple of times and laughs, weakly
Come on stud you're a big boy what are you scared of
"Lay your head down child I won't let the Boogeyman come"
Now laying back in bed that Tool song repeating in his head
over, and over, and over, again, it won't stop
He's starting to get uneasy, along comes another chill
That awful feeling when something bad is crawling up your spine...
Then suddenly his closet door creeks open just a crack
What the !*%?, instinctively he pulls his sheets up to his chin
Now he's freaking, shaking, perspiring, and watching
but nothing comes out, why won't it just come out...
"Lay your head down child I won't let the Boogeyman come"
Now he hears a faint something, a soft scratching
What the hell is happening, he whispers I didn't do anything
Then in his head he heard, "Not believe in me", it's coming...
All of a sudden the door fly's open and James screams
uncontrollably screams while wriggling in his sheets
Yelling Please don't hurt me, please I believe, I believe
Then his cat Jester jumps up onto the middle of his chest...
Poor James just about had a heart attack and peed his pants
right in his bed as Jester starts purring and licking his face
No it can't be? It was, James accidently shut Jester in the closet
"Lay your head down child I won't let the Boogeyman come"
He never listened to that song ever again...
05/24/16
Walking through portraitures discordant nightmare
Acutations better part, of singulars far too long?!
Enunciating endogenous skeletons; less proxy....
Amid the harrowing graveyard of their bones
Decaying biosphere chambers these tales
In secrets they have never told!?
Slumber gathering beyound the iron gates
Atop the sepulchers betwixt gray stones
Virtual tombs marking time which screams....
And all the blood is not my own?!
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The';'Boogey';'man ~
Darkness enfolding me, laying in bed.
Cool crisp sheets touch. Softness cradling head.
Sandman's hand reaching for his due embrace.
Nighttime's chilling air kissing at my face.
Denied dreams requiem, and the rest it brings.
Trying to ignore as anguished thought sings.
Giving up hope. Another night sans sleep.
Desperate frustration making me weep.
Three days late. Reality is slipping.
Can't concentrate. My sanity tipping.
An empty vessel. Shadow become man.
Mind numbing thoughts chatter. Lonely day's span.
Meet the boogeyman who scares me at dusk.
Insomnia, his name. Takes all but husk.
-Angel Fatale-
He is a creature of the night
lives deep inside your closet
comes out after midnight
have you not heard the gossip?
he is coming for me
that's how the rumor has it
he is coming for you
so we both have to face it
we haven't been good
today we misbehaved
mom and dad are asleep
and we can't be saved
i won't let go of you, sister
i know that you are scared
they say he is so sinister
our lives won't be spared!
don't let go of my hand,
don't let go of me brother!
i got you, little sister
lets get under the cover
wait! do you hear that noise,
is it water drops from the faucet?
can you check under the bed,
are you sure you locked the closet?
-lets take turns sleeping
-i think that idea is good
we can't both fall asleep
-you go first, -no! you should!
there must be a way
we must find a way to cope
all that's left is a prayer
all we can do is hope...
wait, yes, i think i got it!
they both did it so quick!
little hands reached out,
the light switch went - click!