Best Haunt Poems
#2 to the Motivational Series
Haunt me no more
Your words will haunt me no more
They will not close me in, I will not shut the door
I will not let them tear me down
I will heal from tears, I will not drown
I release the toxins that have plagued me my whole life
I will give you no more power in this ongoing strife
I will take the wrongful blame and toss it in the wind to cease
I will protect my inner being for positive outcome to increase
I know who I am, it is not what my child ears heard you say!
You cannot return me to that dreadful place today!
For I am free…I have found my light, my purposeful way!
Heidi Sands
1/7/19
*Earned Poem of the day 1/8/19
Tell me why you haunt me so.
I must admit that I don’t know.
But thoughts of you fill up my mind
And won’t be left behind.
You’ve entered into all my dreams,
A vague and distant hope, it seems.
A constant, almost subtle threat
That I cannot forget.
You fill me up, I overflow.
Tell me why you haunt me so.
Tell me why you haunt me so.
The planted seed must surely grow.
And thoughts of you just fill my head
Like vines they cling and spread.
They slowly creep up every wall
And crumble them until they fall.
Then cover all beneath their bloom,
A peaceful flowery tomb,
And there I sleep, so far below.
Tell me why you haunt me so.
Tell me why you haunt me so.
I know not where to turn or go.
You’re everywhere, an ocean wide
And I’ve nowhere to hide.
You beat upon my rocky shore,
Patiently break down my door.
You seep through every crack and hole
Replenishing my soul.
I’m dragged out by your undertow.
Tell me why you haunt me so.
I see the shadow on the wall,
my breath catches and hope falls.
He has found me I do despair,
The Axeman is standing there.
Hiding in the house all day,
waiting for the return of his prey.
In the pantry watching through the door,
night is all he waits for.
Silently he makes his way through the house,
silent as a deadly mouse.
Started with dad and mom in the bed,
I silently cry as they are dead.
My sleeping sisters and brother,
without their heads I did discover.
My visiting friends he also found,
he killed them too with a squishing sound.
If only the drifting Reverend did not stop,
invited for breakfast by my pop.
My family could have been saved,
now our future is a lonely grave.
He moves in for the kill,
swings his axe with lots of skill.
The flash of steel as all I see,
slumps to the floor is all that's left of me.
The wind blows through Villisca this cold night,
my family died without a fight.
A small and quiet town,
in the night our screams did drown.
Poked by aleera I did jump,
telling the true story that in the night goes bump.
I see the shadow of Kristy De La Keur,
Now her story you'll get to incur.
Thanks to John Loving III and the Haunting Poets,
the true story of the Villisca axe murders you do know it.
Sad the tragedy is too true,
not a fictional killer to go BOO!
Words on the internet leave a permanent footprint… so watch your step!
If you go to a Halloween hoolie
Just remember they can get unruly
Rousing ghosts in the night
If one gives you a fright
Well then give him a kick in the ghouly
19 October 2019
Syllables: 10 10 6 6 10 by Syllable counter
HAUNT
Phantom
Poltergeist
in the darkened room
cold hands pushed me from bed
the ghost made her presence known
“Things do go bump in the dark night”
9-13-2020
Pyramids Poetry Contest
Joseph May sponsor
The Clarity Pyramid is a poetry form designed and constructed by Jerry P. Quinn.
A Clarity Pyramid is a poem consisting of two triplets and a single line (7 lines in all). Usually, this poem is center aligned when displayed.
The first triplet has 1, 2, and 3 syllables. The title of the poem is the one-syllable word of the first triplet, which is displayed in all capital letters. This line is followed by a two-syllable line, and then a three-syllable line, both of which clarify the definition of the poem, or are synonyms for the title.
The second triplet has 5, 6, and 7 syllables. Its design is based around a life event or memory contained within the triplet which helps give a poetic view or outlook on the first line (title).
The last line is 8 syllables, and is in quotations as this line contains a quote that defines the first word, which is your Title.
Pulchritudinous looks, unscrupulous ways hook
Junoesque one apart, pneumatic in mouthpart
Those coconut-like callipygian haunts cull
Leave alone howling wolves, despite being ourselves!
You made me cry,
Your actions hurt my heart,
I should’ve known,
We were broken from the start.
I thought I knew you,
But you aren’t who I thought you were,
You’re heartless,
And a monster.
I loved you,
You didn’t want me,
Now, whenever I look at you,
Your eyes haunt me.
It is when I search,
That I find.
And when I find,
That I realize how truly lost I am.
It is when I listen,
That I understand,
And when I understand,
That my own thoughts begin to confuse me.
It is when I look back from where I came,
That I remember,
And when I remember,
That I start looking forward again.
And,
It is when I question
The linearity of life,
That these Circles haunt me.
They haunt me
Again and again, and again.
Now I pause, and pray
That you do too.
And I ponder awhile,
For seconds - just a few.
But it is moments like these
In which my choices I bewail.
For it is moments like these
In which start becomes end.
And ends?
Starts, without fail.
I weep as I haunt the ruins of this castle
once a handmaiden, then the king’s mistress.
lavished in silks, gold, and silver tassel,
envy, pierced well born ladies interest.
Sneered and hated on my upcoming reign,
good times didn’t last long. a drop in my cup
of sweet wine of tearful death was very plain,
placed away from their space in ageless sleep.
Swishing sounds from my gown sweeps these stone steps,
of these shadowy chilling stone fortress.
With hushed tears I haunt the long corridors
yearning for the radiance of my dreams.
7/30/2016
Contest:Three Stanzas- Three Only
Sponsored By: Broken Wings
Each night, while you lay breathing quietly,
I wander like a wraith through empty rooms
A phantom in both life and memory,
the ghost a long abandoned oath exhumes
I hover like a spirit over you
each night, while you lay breathing quietly,
so desperate to believe what isn't true,
I make the best of ambiguity
This specter in the mirror isn't me
These lines belong on someone elses face
Each night, while you lay breathing quietly,
it's loneliness that holds me in your place
My worth so long defined by your extremes;
extolled by love, or birched by perfidy,
I find it's just the first that haunts my dreams
each night, while you lay breathing quietly
HAUNT.
Bat-**** crazy
Disturbed in anxiety
A ghostly apparition
A unconscious decision
An unbeatable intuition
A scary realization
We are not alone.
This mysterious new home.
What is this supernatural intention.
What has become of your occult inventions.
January 1, 2015
A tuck,
a fold
beneath the sheets
of the ghost
that holds my mind.
A toss,
a turn
under what covers me,
colors me the same
shade of white.
A rock,
a gasp
of wind
that steals my breath,
beneath the weight of dreams.
A chill,
a sweat
within the touch
of the danger
lying next to me.
A scream,
a silence
that hushes me awake,
flushes me red.
A toss,
a turn,
a kick
to the ghost
that holds me tight.
A tuck,
a fold
within
the edges of my mind.
A crease,
a drop,
a stain
of blood already drained.
A snip,
a stitch
into the seams of darkness.
A rise,
a fall
of another day,
another year gone by.
A shovel,
a hoe
to dig the grave
and bury my ghost
deep within my mind.
A paper,
a pen
to write his name,
then color it blank.
A gasp,
a cough
to clear the air
so I can breath again.
A glance,
a stare
he's still here.
A tuck,
a fold,
a toss,
a turn
beneath the sheets
of the ghost that holds my mind.
Int this starry night
Hidden by the moonlight
Were true love flowers
And true hatred devours
As my life flashes
My future and past passes
I wonder what can I do
For Im dead without my shoe
Ha Ha I may be old
Even I dont know my own age
Just another day In my page
Tonight is the creepshow
And the stinch flows
Halloween i say
Halloween is the way
Be frightened and scared
You will not be spared
Ghouls and ghost plunder in darkness
Werewolves and Vampires are coming out
With there scary spout
As the zombies rise
Here comes Frankenstein
With there deathly cries
The leeches nibble your blood
Can you feel the disgusting
Graveyard mud
Run all you want
We will not give up the hunt
Goodnight please let the bed bugs bite
Your heart on mine, beating in time.
I guess this is what they call true love.
Though lovers be lost, our love shall not, we are nothing.
Tonight we'll pledge the end for I am eternal death.
Every moment with you is a breath,
I can no longer exhale.
Wait out the evening in search of you, you bleed me dry.
For a chance of closure and compassion as lonely and dead as the evening sun.
Just another person in search for purpose and salvation.
Remember me, as the cold air that hits your lungs.
I guess this is what they call true love.