Best Ghouls Poems
That Ancient Darkside of All Hallows’ Eve Past
As in the fabled medieval times of centuries in the deep past,
It’s time once again to celebrate the hidden ugly horror that
Seeks to infest and devour all human souls in this new century.
Be warned that false-faced beggars shall knock at each door,
And unbeknownst to the common people that they shall meet
On this All Hallows’ Eve—all shall not be well and normal!
With their bloodstained masks these real Ghosts, Ghouls and
Goblins shall shout out “Trick or Treat” as a fiend’s true cover
For something that’s sordid, unclean, ungodly, and macabre.
Looking for a clever sweet surprise for the unsuspecting souls,
These devilish minions begin gathering and dancing wildly to
“The Dark Spirit of the Pale Hallowed Moon” on this night!
Shawled with the darkness of souls and their living nightmares,
Ghastly silver phantoms now seek to scare the living-death out
Of every innocent person they encounter on this darkest eve.
Houses are marked by an eerie orange-pumpkin-light escaping
Into the dancing-dark shadows that hold all night-life precious,
As these phantoms move freely in the frigid breath of this night!
Creating a palpable angst they begin shaking the tree branches as
Horrid and terrifying spirits of true evil and witchcraft escape into
The cold-dark ether caught up in the vile magic of Lucifer himself.
Fortunately, they are tricked by the sound of an old tune playing a
Heavenly paean for knowing “What's Right From What’s Wrong,”
And warning them that the wrath of Almighty God awaits them!
In the end, the absolute power and holy majesty of Almighty God
Served as the saving grace to this foul situation which threatened
The innocent souls who were ensnared by these unholy phantoms.
And so, if thou doth question the probity of what hath been related to
You in this sacred narrative, then thou shall risk forfeit of your soul,
As these evil phantoms lurketh ever in the shadows and never forget!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 19, 2018
(Tercet)
HALLOWEEN GHOULS
Run as fast as your legs can move
Move much faster,this's no time to prove
You're so brave and not scared of any spooks
Ghouls and black flying bats soar the sky above
Witches cackle and prepare merrily evil potions and some brew
Tonigh they're cooking a very yummy ghoulish stew
So run as fast as your legs can move
'Cause they're planning no good
They're gonna make you drink their awful slough
And turn you into another HALLOWEEN GHOUL.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
October,31,2014
Gloaming gone, gloom begins;
gabbling ghouls gyrate on
gargoyles, gawping with their
grim glaucous eyes, scaring
gravid girls, gormless boys;
goatish hooves gigue upon
gibbets, grave corpses jig.
Witches and ghost goblins and ghouls
Tonight is your night
Go out and scare the fools
Witches and ghost goblins and ghouls
Tonight is your night to rule
Go out and spread the fright
Witches and ghost goblins and ghouls
Tonight is your night
Alex, only 3-yrs. old; insisted I take her out in the blinding blizzard!
She knew which neighbors had candy!
Snow drifts were swirling over 3-ft. by now!
I told her "Alexandra, if you'll put a snowsuit over your costume,
i'll take you down to the corner and back, but I'll have to carry you!"
Time began shifting in tremulous tides of Antarctica
Carved pumpkins changed faces; heckling us, glowing in frozen stares
The storm was blinding us with sideways pelting frozen ice and snow
Can’t move my feet
Next thing I knew, nothing was there
no houses...no street....just doom....
With snow piling high the streetlights submerged
Another world lurked now six feet below
The candy seemed strange not quite from this place
Frozen like mummies a bitter aftertaste
It’s then that I knew I’d better hurry home
Save myself and my kids from what I don’t know
Blinded by snow with nowhere to turn
We spun three times ‘round and found ourselves home
11/19/10
8:21 pm
Remembering the great "Halloween Night Storm" of 1991,
My Daughter Alex was determined to go out! I had to carry her
All done up in her costume!
Dark angel baring broken wing,
you’re the crier at night, days scorpion’s sting
Sybarite bon vivant emersed in rituals
Facetious and obscure devotions.
An angel banished from heaven,
for craving omnipotence at all costs
Hell's indelible denizen in
Dante’s Inferno or
Milton’s Paradise Lost,
Kundalini Serpent, Astaroth, Azazel,
Beelzebub, the morning star
Tainted love you’ve tired of
Lies and deception, your friend and foe
Deserving of this not you and so
heil the magik that ills and pains
although your nature has jaded
you perform the morality play.
Pal owl perched on glove wise bird
see more, less spoken, hears her muse recite
replaced by ravens her ghouls delight.
"In this place you will not find God and Jesus will not save,
It's the hotel for the fools and ghouls who went too far in their day.
Mack sits in the flames his feelings have all gone and Tony rests on a bed of nails he was never given long,
Stanley well he has no eyes they were ripped out when he fell in love.
Zeke he just props up the bar drinking bile from a leaking mug,
the bartender his name is Smith he'll shoot at you just for fun, don't ask him how he got here in the first place he doesn't like to talk about his mum.
There is a room saying 'Do Not Enter', outside you can hear bloodcurdling screams,
you can cry, beg and wish all you like but you won't wake it's not a dream.
And me? my name is Lucy Furr, I'm the boss at this hotel, my welcome gift to you is eternal life and a permanent stay as you can tell.
No there are no exits, forever indoors you must now dwell,
there was only one way to avoid this place but you thought that you'd rebel.
Now lastly let me introduce you to your roommate, Rancid Keith,
do your best to ignore his weeping sores and his illuminous gangrene teeth.
Of course, you will have to share a bed, there aren't enough to go around,
but Keith likes to kiss and cuddle and will treat you as a teddy bear for now.
With that I wish you a good night, please do sleep safe and sound,
Tomorrow is another day, just remember there is no way out!."
Dare not venture outdoors on Halloween
There's witches out there who are truly mean
They tempt one with brew
That looks just like stew
But is made from reptile liver and spleen.
There lies the remains of the veggie who
Had nerve to savour from the witches brew
A minute on lips
And away he slipped
To his throne on high, a porcelain loo.
The spook who constantly sits on the loo
Never has time to put fear into you
For death is not kind
When a sore behind
Stops a ghost from jumping out shouting "BOO.”
To some a brew is a nice cup of tea
A witch a character in a story
No tricks and no treats
No nice things to eat
No Halloween, no ghouls and no gory.
The village clock struck midnight
Full moon,high in the sky
shutters on windows slam closed
As a dark soul wanders by
The cemetery comes to life
ghoulish creatures play
night time is our play time
We have no need for day
creaking sound of garden gates
witches on broomsticks fly
ghouls and goblins do their dance
Headless coachman passes by
A cockerel in the farmyard crows
The mood begins to change
creatures of the night move on
And the village starts to wake
Well be back tonight,they say
For the night is ours to take
Ghosts and goblins come in waves on Halloween,
The spookiest spooks and ghouliest ghouls you've ever seen.
They really haven't come to haunt,
It's not your mortal soul they want,
Just your Skittles, Candy Corn, and Jelly Beans.
Vampires, werewolves, zombies, hags,
Witches, warlocks, wraiths in rags,
They won't suck your blood or eat you,
They're just here to trick-or-treat you.
When the doorbell rings, you'd best fill up their bags.
If brave of heart, you might invite them in.
Your lair is dark, the fiendish games begin.
Apples to bob, a tail to pin,
Brew to imbibe, a bottle to spin,
As party monsters celebrate All Hallows E'en.
One came dressed as a bumble bee,
Another as an orange cat.
One character I didn't know
For I am not as hep as that.
Though I could see loved child beneath,
I acted scared the evening through.
The sweets are gone, normalcy reigns
Until ten thirty-one eleven is due.
By: Joyce
For Paula's challenge
Gathering again
of boys and girls and
big kids too binding their fantasy
lives
in funny costumes and
not so cute masks to
scare and trick
and maybe get a treat
needed for a sweet tooth. But,
devilment lurks today ...
glowing out other terrors
held within
ominous x-rays that may take a woman
under real knives to
live out the fears found in a
sentence of breast cancer.
Wispy smoke trails slither,
float across the empty tombs
calling forth waiting spirits,
luring the pale witch's moon.
Bones jangle, clack and clatter,
ribs and vertebrae intact,
causing fur to rise and twitch,
on the hapless, hissing cat.
One night only are they free,
one night only on the prowl,
laughing at the creature's fear,
inducing the wolf-man's howl.
Shadows dance on the gravestones,
wild wind moans in bare branches.
Children, goose bumps on their flesh,
brave the night, taking chances
Moon looms in the dark on Halloween night;
foreboding specters create frights;
shadows flitting through the frigid air;
goblins and ghouls scamper…beware…
cackling of cauldron-stirring hags, rides the night air.
Fleeting shadows, hide what lies in nights’ darkened lair.
In the distance, strange lights in the sky;
and peculiar things are darting past my eye.
As a cold wind blows its’ chilling breath;
the fear arising, I detest,
makes me cringe, creates a shiver;
increasing pace, I begin to quiver.
Something brushed my face and then,
it’s energy dark, electrified the wind.
I must get home, go where it’s safe;
then, a headless horseman, I did face!
My heart, it pounded, painfully;
I bounded unashamedly.
Written on: 10-15-18
“Halloween Night Poetry Contest“;
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Untitled (2008)
In the depth of night I crept
and slowly witnessed a being glowing
bilious to ponder
and sat
sat down on the bed
of which i had crawled out of already
i looked up
bright - ah - bright
crackling in my heart
and it groaned
and waved
i waved
all in the depth of night