Best Ghastly Poems
Flowing Deep, Those Ghastly Shards Of Regret
Flowing deep, those ghastly shards of regret
and the spasms they birth in weeping soul
no reprieve, caught in that sorrowful net
love's joyous flag no longer had its pole.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Never saw her again, I ran away
bare truth is, I knew she wanted much more
than a simple life, with simple man's pay
with her fast asleep, I ran out the door.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Putting distance in our path, out of state
I heard no cries, did not see how she bled
looking back, her love became bitter hate
my mistake seen, I wished to be dead.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Six years and a million miles I had fled
where sadder path my soul walked alone
yet see her well I could, in her silk bed
in sweet night dreams, we talked on the phone.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Courage came and I went to her hometown
to beg forgiveness for my youthful fear
I saw her again in her blue nightgown
I ran away, my eyes still wet with tears.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
As moon's rays through my window hit my eyes
then I realized it was a bad dream
nobody could hear my bellowing cries
no, we would never again be a team.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
10-08-2019
Rhyme,
Written for the contest, If Only We Could
Turn Back The Hands Of Time,
sponsor, Silent One
First place awarded
Categories:
ghastly, conflict, deep, emotions, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
wheatgrasses of morn
ringlets tattered by maelstorm-
I lay on dirt path, wailing
into night's refrain
quill darts on flamed papyrus
ghastly the boogeyman's haunt
5/30/2015
Contest: Boogeyman for Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
ghastly, child, poverty,
Form:
Sedoka
false face ghastly garb
bellows boos by porch light halo....
no fruit or mints please
Categories:
ghastly, childhood, holiday, people
Form:
Haiku
ALARMING GHASTLY GHOSTLY HOST--
I saw an alarming ghost,
It wasn't all by choice;
I saw a scary spectre,
swapping alarming for scary...entomb host;
swapping ghost for the spectre,
gravesite loyal protector;
~
I saw an alarming ghost;
I heard a ghastly ghost,
swapping alarming for a ghastly scary loyal host;
6/12/19
Categories:
ghastly, analogy, environment, gothic, horror,
Form:
Alliteration
The Terrible Ghastly Beastliness of
"THE POTATO CADAVER UNDEAD REVIVAL" (sonnet)
The Potato of Terror, April 24th 2002
They dug him up with a great pointed spade,
Awoke him from his rest of ninety years,
And O what a great bellowing he made,
And shook his fists, and twitched his pointed ears!
For there was much skullduggery afoot,
And horrid ghastly beastliness besides,
The Spud Maiden's Swan Song had taken root
Deep in his soul and tuberous insides.
Her tragic voice had roused the pixie throngs
Provoked the wrath of tuber overlords,
And small brown furry things in rubber thongs
Sprang to their feet and brandished tiny swords.
King Edwards, Caras! Hide your youngest sons!
A vast undead potato this way comes!
Categories:
ghastly, gothic, humorous, silly,
Form:
Sonnet
I
Are you fascinated with languages
Including all swear words, and vulgarities
Some actually are as pleasant as cakes
But serious questions about LIGHTNING:
It is a gerund; the happening is the THING
Making a verb into a noun, as we do with FEEL-ing
II
Moving on from lightning and feeling -
The top of the line on offer is LOVING
As with theology, so with biology and matrimony:
The better part is in doing: "love" is nothing
But a word, if there is no actual LOVING
And what if God were LOVE in the abstract
Less loving and grace, as in the Older Covenant?
Categories:
ghastly, allusion, analogy, beauty, bible,
Form:
Free verse
life
expires
without signs...
his ghost's remnants
mirroring lesions of her mournful gaze,
tears pour out with unexpected lament:
scoundrel of hours
raking breath,
her nights
lost.
Broken Wings' Contest: Dust Off A Memory
10/25/2017
Categories:
ghastly, angst, memory,
Form:
Tetractys
Categories:
ghastly, bird, scary,
Form:
Alliteration
Ghastly Grave Gathering
Gran and grandpa are gone
Giving grandchildren gifts
Generations greedy
Guilty, grabbing for gain
Granted gratis gold goods
Girls grovel gracelessly
Gluttonous grandkids grief
November 2016
Categories:
ghastly, bereavement, betrayal, death, family,
Form:
Verse
no one knows him in the room
except by loss of breath
greeted as unwelcome guest
his stinking scent is death
noses wrinkled in disgust
when sensed this gust of wind
all souls beneath his sickly scent
are far too quickly pinned.
inhaled in gasps of shortened breath
each person feels impending death.
Surprised, all eyes begin to scan
so desperate for a breeze or fan.
Feeling faint they seek escape
from reeking odor, lungs in rape.
A paler pallor faces all.
noses seeking some release.
knees so weak they nearly fall
from lungs too weak to call.
Those outside hear tears and pleas
so open doors for those on knees
finger pointing, whispered tone
but none the smallest fart will own.
Small fart dissipates and leaves
crowd relieved, all sigh.
A slow goodbye that no one grieves
so glad to see the open sky.
No friend the small fart has, he knows.
He comes and goes by wrinkled nose.
All he does so quick offend,
wish to hell he'd swiftly end.
Categories:
ghastly, 5th grade, crazy, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
In the dark of night
When the moon is ripe
And loneliness my companion
Sad songs drifting sounding tripe
Fuelling my ghastly depression
There I sit watching misery
Spider walking up the wall
Whisky bottle brings memories
Memory takes me to a dance hall
There I met her tall and blonde
A vision so divine
Our eyes met was love's sight
I had to make her mine
Love blossomed, was like a dream
Was all that I'd prayed for
Together we would build our life
All that I wanted and more
Day came that we wed
Our vows we did speak
Man and wife we did become
And love grew from week to week
Word came I did not want
My heart ripped from my chest
A driver drunk, took her life
And I had to put her to rest
Darkness closed in all around
Was nothing left to live for
What I cherished, all was gone
And life is but a whore
In the dark of night
When the moon is ripe
And loneliness my companion
Sad songs drifting sounding tripe
Fuelling my ghastly depression
Categories:
ghastly, dark, death, loss,
Form:
Free verse
When words cannot convey the story
and truth becomes mere allegory,
when words cannot express the shock,
reality, itself, is mocked.
No words I find can near convey
the ghastly truth I faced that day.
The tale I've tried to tell a few,
but my meager words cannot get through.
When everything you've ever learned
about this life and all concerned,
crumbles like a flimsy lie-
yet it's a truth you can't deny...
This knowledge now just isolates me,
reality, truly, now escapes me,
words are null, my lips are sealed,
inscrutable and unrevealed.
Categories:
ghastly, death, life, mysterywords, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
minutes adorned-still, savouring
Liveth she long, liveth the queen (justly adorned in royal threading)
Liveth ye both happily in dreams amid thy seedly meadows of purple, silver and black that
both ye hath planted and tended so very well at that!
Burguandy sculptures beneath thy spiral staircase of fir
Ghastly rich adventures!!!
(Lord forgive me, thy heart and soul-I have always hated the colour purple!)
Categories:
ghastly, funny
Form:
Whether you believe in ghost or not
But still he is waiting for you the most
He is waiting for you in your room
To offer you a place in doom
You shall do nothing but fear
Because he is always near
He will always be there to scare
And you don’t ever try to dare
Never try to find out about his presence
As deeper you search it goes dense
He is coming to hold you
No need for him to say boo at you
His increasing steps are enough influential
To make your fears absolutely real
He is always at you staring
With his intention of sharing
With you his past life pain
And to provide you the same
There is no vestige of him you can record
But his existence is as real as of God
Weapons you have don’t really matter
As sooner or later your hopes will be shattered
He is like a shadow of death
Don’t even think of him as a myth
No one knows how long would he stay
Or may follow you all the way
Till the time you are breathing
In the air of hellish life you are leading
He is controlling every moment of your life
He is such a mystery
That would travel to disturb your dynasty
The time you would spend on him to solve
You will find yourself dissolved
In the ocean full of webs
From getting out of where there are no maps
He is closing all escaping gates
And there is little time left before your life terminates.
Categories:
ghastly, dark, fear,
Form:
From the house of the dead it came
with long spindly toes and crooked nose.
It stood on its hind legs
to a height of eight feet
on knobby knees against the breeze.
“Why are you here? What’s the reason?”
Such a shrill screech did it release!
It held hourglass and scythe
in its sinuous claws.
It gave me fright to view that sight.
It glanced at the house of the dead
as sadness overcame it like shame.
Its demeanor austere.
It fell silent at the
far sound of a merry-go-round.
To the house of the dead it turned
before I learned why it adjourned.
Still I remember it –
my final encounter –
with dread from the house of the dead.
Categories:
ghastly, dark, death, scary, sorrow,
Form:
Narrative