Best Goblin Poems


Premium Member Sobbin Goblin World's Problem

Our world be amiss, is without love’s kiss
love’s way is narrow, hard for mind to find
sacred heart is bliss, has narrow’s love’s kiss
pray the world will awake, from the mind’s fake…

Love is absolute, the mind gives not a toot
says let us prop it up, lets us lust sup
authoritatively assumes love’s loom
like a night Loon whistling it’s gooney tune…

You say what’s the answer to world’s problem
it is caused by concepts of mind’s cobbling
ever you listen, when love offers kissing
am I brother’s keeper,  precept deeper…

Concepts assuming love precept’s power
this be world’s problem, `tis the mind’s goblin.
Life system is love, must come from above
and by the sacred heart, love must depart…

Precept is absolute, `tis mind’s keeper
keeper of imaginations weaker!
Where shall it end, at precept love’s begin!
Many be of the world, death’s reverse swirl…

Mind’s concepts bestow the worldly logic
sacred hearts bestow Spirit love’s logic
when mind assumes paranormal project
mind still tries to use it’s worldly logic…

First connect the mind to the heart, then start
paranormal armor, your love’s karma
 love the absolute, mind is a lust coot
cares not for moral, loves strife of quarrels… 

My answer to world’s problem is simple
concepts have become festering pimples 
are separate and apart from love’s kind
mind’s problems of love would align in time…

Keep our concepts, all those devils in line
or our concept devils will forever whine
accusing our brothers of sins intertwine
brothers are fine, it’s our concepts that’s lyin…

God bless our darling hearts and inept minds
let us search within reigns of sacred hearts
bringing the two together, birds of feather
let precept love reign, twill end concept’s pain!!

Bad Ghoulish Goblin

There once was a bad ghoulish goblin.
Thump, thump on a crutch he was hobblin’.
It was Halloween night.
He dared to give a fright.
But he fell to the ground; he was wobblin’.

© November 4, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen

I Roll Bowl, Lawns I Know, Anti-Pestcontrol -Last Piece To Goblin Girl Trilogy

Breeders' Cannon Ball plays for days and decades even onto eras
Feeders on the bottom plus top down voodoo economics, no trickle
De-weeders? Why? Lawns are hype realistic so fake AF and anti-kith
Xeroscape like rape by statute not as consent is all we had and glad
as if LOVE LOVE like that is not welded onto the iron of our blood
our ICHOR revealed by the metal of my worth so all stop [fragment decay]

WE_SHE_BE and been found in the lost items bin or your heart box
Where few claim what they lost except employees that skim on whims
And random kids pretending to collect those sacred scatterings adding
Us all into the folk flying all stars from three to seven points and more
Up up to eleven and 127 plus 1 and another tenner and we are TEE H EX

Kate Bush ends spell of chant sans rhyme or beat and only written tell
By me that if your analyses searches for perfect supra-asymmetry balanced
By three points like MOEBIUS STRIPS or the landscape and felons well met 
By the grads and all the Parises of Helen not Troy or Sparta or Hades subjects
Troy how you fell and flowed onto us oh Troy built but no Dear John JUDY Green

WE ALL LOVE YOU THEAFANIA MI MAYOR HERMANA o ONEE CHAN WO AI NI
all ways and four eve her all believe her and such is lillith plus you LADY^4


Premium Member Ghost

From the house of the dead
There comes such a dread
Fear fills my heart’s plans
Filling up my empty hands
With inklings of the ghost
Who gives off the most
Feeling of weary alarm
Causing such deep harm
For those who know him
As the ghoul so very grim
He keeps the heart in panic
Leaving the mind so manic
It seems he’ll always bring
A fright that seems to sting
Awakening the apprehension
That comes from comprehension
That this haunting is obsessed
With qualms we have confessed
As lingering glimmers of fright
That fill up the darkest night









Ghost poetry contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
February 11, 2021

Premium Member The Goblin and the Mirror

“Mirrors are liars” said a goblin,
As he perched upon my neck,
“What you see is in reverse,
A deception disguised in two glass specks.”

I scoffed at the goblin who pretends himself real,
Did I do acid and not even know?
For a fantasy upon my shoulders kneels,
Revealing to me what I should show.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Reveal to me the lie in my eyeball.
“What you see is what you get,”
It spat with furious phlegm, foul and wet.

I scoffed at the mirror who pretends itself alive,
What did I do to deserve such sights?
No beauty in the Beast in my mind of hives,
Stinging tensed shoulders and eyes without light.

The goblin grinned at the glass made for reflection,
And they each agreed in congratulatory glee,
As I stood dumbstruck in confused introspection,
At a fantasized creature and inanimate object celebrate the sorrow in me.

Halloween Night In Goblin Pass

Halloween Night in Goblin Pass.

The night of Ghosts in Goblin Pass comes as
Goblins pass.
The Ghost of Goblin Pass created all of
Goblin Pass.
Goblin knows no other way than to pass through
Goblin Pass.
Goblin courage needed to pass through
Goblin Pass.	
Ghosts seek death for all the Goblin in
Goblin Pass.
The Ghost of Goblin Pass ask all to know of
Goblin Pass. 
The Ghost in Goblin pass know you are in
Goblin Pass.
Not any can escape having once seem
Goblin Pass.
There is always the need for more ghost in
Goblin Pass.
None better than for you to be a Ghost in 
Goblin Pass.
Oh then would the Goblins pass to the
Ghost aghast. 

10/11/16


The Goblin King

The Goblin King has never been married. He's 
Tall, blonde, handsome and has a two year old
Daughter.
He lets out a sigh.
I want someone I can be with forever.
He came in from his night of traveling saying
Finally I have found my wife, my child a mother
And this one is like no other.
I am on a life high.
The Goblin King has never been married. He's
Tall, blonde, handsome and has a two year old
Daughter.
I have an announcement to make have every
One gather
Out in the meadow at moon rise. I am such a
Lucky guy.
I have found someone I can be with forever.
My best man will be my best friend who is 
Like my brother.
We have always seen things eye to eye.
The Goblin King has never been married. He's
Tall, blonde, handsome and has a two year old
Daughter.
I am looking for good weather.
Perhaps she'll like being married in July.
I have found some one I can be with forever.
Oops! I forgot I still have to ask her father.
Do you think I'll live or die?
The Goblin King has never been married. He's
Tall, blonde, handsome and has a two year old
Daughter.
I have found someone I can be with forever.

Pen Goblin

He lives under my bed
And he sleeps on the couch
Even when he's fed
He's still kind of a grouch 

He'll take one at a time
Or maybe two or three
He won't pay a dime
He thinks they're free

He hasn't a name
But I call him Bob
He thinks it's a game
When my pens he does rob

He hasn't any manners
He doesn't say please
He takes my pens from my planners
And then he flees

What does he look like
If only he would ask
I wish he would go on strike
And take off that mask

Written on July 17, 2012

Goodness Versus Goblin

Goodness Versus Goblin
© Ben Burton 3-24-2014

Hope will not float
On a moat of despair
Life really blows
When there's no one to care

Death makes a mess
Without blessing the man
Left too bereft
To invest in a plan

Born from a lore
With its mores and creeds
Forged by a sword
Filled with scorn for the weak

He once believed in fairytales
Of goodness versus goblin
And though he prays for miracles
His crippled child is hobblin'

Voicing a choice
Where the core disappears
Destroying the joy
To avoid facing fears

Playing the saint
With a taintless conceit 
Laid in a grave
The last haven for grief

If in the end
Heaven's secrets unfold
Pimps will defend
Their contempt for the soul

He once believed in fairytales
Of goodness versus goblin
He pleads and prays for miracles
But still his child is hobblin'

It speaks before it's gone
A whispered, raspy gasp
From ancient Hebrew script
"In time, this too shall pass"

Resounding like a fairytale
Of goodness versus goblin
His child received that miracle
There's joy beneath the sobbing
For goodness felled the goblin
© Ben Burton  Create an image from this poem.

The Goblin

The face in the 
mirror,
Is it yours alone?
Can you find yourself, 
In the fog?
Or is he just out of sight, 
Only to appear,
when you slowly 
Turn your eyes 
to see of he is near?

Is it possible to feel shadows? 
The ones that,
Creep across the walls
And slide their long cold fingers  
Down the back of our necks,
Making the finest hairs stand on end?

The unintelligible whispers that crawl 
Into your ear traveling down to the 
Pit of your stomach, 
Forcing you to awaken in a cold sweat.
Who or what is there and what do they
Want?

The childhood goblin that slept in your closet,
Slid and hid beneath your bed
Just to rise at your feet,
And tickle your toes.
Has he grown with you?
Steering you steps and 
Guiding Your hands through fear.
Do you hear him?
Do you listen?

Premium Member Green Goblin

Green Goblin, Green Goblin, how terrible you are.
And only for a serum have you become a superstar.
A star of infamy and Spider-man’s worst foe,
spreading holy terror wherever that you go.

Aliases you have had, maybe up to five.
The third one, Dr. Bart, was not long alive.
As Norman, the original, you came back from the dead -
once again to fill our hero Spider-man with dread.

Norman’s son Harry used the serum too.
And Green Goblins many powers harry knew.
Superhuman strength and agility
and a genius too with regenerative ability.

Driven quite insane, you only wish to kill
and destroy all everywhere you’ve been.
“The five” incapacitated you, yet still
I bet we’ll be seeing you again and again.

March 22, 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians And Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsor:  Robert James Liguori

Premium Member Sunny the Goblin

Sunny the goblin
Was a very joyful troll
With a blue surfboard and a stately pose
Down the beach he would stroll

Sunny the goblin
Is a happy bloke they say
He surfs well you know
Loves the seaside so
He will live here one day

He built a shack right on the beach
He built it on sturdy ground
No dinner he had a *paddle pop instead
And began to dance around.

Oh Sunny the Goblin
Was sun tanned as could be
And the people say
He could surf all day
Just the same as *Midge Farrelly

Oh Sunny the goblin
Knew the surf was up that day
So he said lets do some surfing in the sun
So they surfed all the day

Down to the surf shop
With a surfboard in his hand
Buying gear to wear
New T-shirts everywhere
This place was surf gear land

He bought new board shorts for a pound
And a new summer top
He could have bought lots more
But they were closing the shop

Hmm Sunny the Goblin
Had to hurry on his way
With a little sigh he waved goodbye
Great shopping here today

Thumpety, thump thump, thumpety, thump thump
The sand's so hot it glows!
Thumpety, thump thump, thumpety, thump thump
Sunny carries his board running on his toes.!

Premium Member The Goblin Was Wobblin’ Along

The goblin was wobblin’ along,
Tipsy and singing a song.
It’s hard to cause fright,
When sober not quite,
He hadn’t the heart to do wrong.

Premium Member The Goblin King

The goblin king had a mind that worked magic within.
We have also heard rumors of the goblin king’s twin.
The play tricks on you, so keep your head about you.
Goblins are rare here, more likely in yonder blue.

What tricks do they pull? I asked the gossip galore.
She looked quickly around at the house next door.
I cannot say, for I have an eavesdropper there.
I was careful around the goblin king but admit I did stare.

It is almost automatic to stare at people different than you.
I could not help myself, my mind thought of yonder blue
There are a multitude of goblins there, why did this guy leave?
Some guy had a theory, but it was not plausible – his name was Steve.

A Drunk Goblin

From a dark pumpkin snarled out a goblin,
Hobbling, wobbling, said he flew from Dublin
And thundered me to gobble 
A blended red scotch double
And demanded a bottle, wrapped in poplin.


Syllabic count: 10/10/7/7/10   (Poetry Soup)
Rhyme scheme: A/A/B/B/A

*A 4th Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 19, 2020)

Oct. 10, 2020
Halloween Inspired Limerick Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin

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