Best Ouija Board Poems
The shifting of many corporeal hands move across this dead cell,
A vacuums vortex, a psychic sponge, charging this battery of
Energy called the spirit board.
Paranormal phenomenon striking plate to enter realities plane
Of existence, for the ethereal challenged in crisis, seeking the
Threshold for spontaneous release, unto our spiritual realm.
Witchery’s board of trickery left in a polarized stance it
So entices the living with its tempting whispering of lies,
Incantations gate keepers wait on the other side of evils
Door way.
Memorizing the human sensory functions into a false
Sense of harmless mystery of the unexplained, it lures
These victims ever closer to weaving its spell of the demonic.
These capture being lost unto the hypnotic effects are
Transfixed unable to hit their override switch that controls
Their mental powers of persuasion, disabled is there strength
Of will power, they belong to the Ouija now.
Clasping do all for sides of the curtain of reality, times
Displacement begins in earnest, without hesitations
Momentary loll this dead cell bursts to life.
Black magic key has been inserted within the wooden
Door way’s heart and soul, a bizarre power bank draws
Forth the energy of the spiritual lost, swinging hells
Kept wide open.
The pancetta spins out of control, smashing against
The barriers of humanity, darkened ebony light shines
Through this doorway of evil and the flickering candle
Turns to a shades greenish blue wavering in the odious
Breeze.
The voice of a thousand screams echo in sheer delight,
We have been freed at last, broken is the trance, the boards
Hypnotic effects are dashed by the light of the dawn.
Dazed in bewilderment the voyeurs are chilled to their
Very inward bones, shaking, staring in awes amazement,
Wondering if these events really happened at all.
Then within these tented walls a voice responds to their
Questioning, laughing, as if a jackal at a fresh kill site!
Foolish mortals you know not what you have done, this
Night, but I promise thee this, laughing once again,
In a demonic under tone, none shall leave this domicile
Alive.
The entry doors lock without the human touch, the
Curtain windows pull closed, a momentary stilled
Scream, then all is silent, what remains is left up
To my readers to visualize, as the final candle
Blows out!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Ouija board boogie.
Ouija board dance.
They come in at midnight,
With a sing, and a prance.
We had been laughing heavily
Until they appeared,
Laughing and joking,
We all hooted and jeered.
Then the table started moving,
Pushed itself away from the wall,
Jumped up and down,
Over our heads, big and tall.
The laughing has stopped.
Our faces are not smiling.
There is shrieking and wailing,
The table, beguiling
The Ouija board is floating away in a cloud.
The ghosts have taken over, they are pretty mean.
Entirely angry, they are yelling quite loud.
The craziest Ouija board dance we have seen.
We are sorry we tried it, some more than others.
We are afraid for our little sisters and brothers.
We opened a portal, and we can feel the mean.
Put that Ouija board away, until next Halloween.
Ouija board boogie.
Ouija board dance.
They come in at midnight,
With a sing, and a prance.
ouija board sally
setting spiritual guidelines
shes séance savvy
soft black cloth
small silver bell and candle
silent visitors
they ask their questions
the pointer spells out a name
deception or truth
Welcome to Ouija Board Central
The wildest shop on Witch and Warlock Boardwalk
Making a good match is imperative
Do not take one of our particular boards out of the store
Unless you sync with it in a good way
People have been blown up seconds after leaving
if the board is unhappy about the match.
Ouija boards have a strong sense of right
They choose you, based on personality
Do not try to charm them. They will cut you.
Stay as long as you like.
I will be in the back, in my panic room.
Leave the money on the counter.
The Missing Ouija Board
An Unholy Whodunnit in Verse
I summoned ghosts at midnight’s glare,
At Cemetery Gate—with snacks to spare.
We were just spelling “B-U-R-I-E-D” when—Zap!
The Ouija Board vanished... like a ghost on a gap.
Who stole my Ouija Board from cemetery?!
Was it the undead... or Karen from seminary?
I turned my back to fix my cape,
Returned—it was GONE. This is supernatural escape!
So I stormed to the church, all holy and bold,
Parked the board by a pew that smelled old.
Then nature called—I ran, I peed…
Came back—now it’s stolen! AGAIN? I screamed.
Someone stole my Ouija Board from the church, too…
Who knew holy haunts could act so cuckoo?
Maybe a nun with a taste for the bizarre,
Or a choir boy moonlighting as a spirit czar.
Do they even know how haunted these boards are?
They contain bad spelling and spectral memoirs.
Great-Aunt Ethel lives in that wood grain—
She once haunted a blender just for champagne.
Now my spirits are homeless, ghostly and grumpy,
One tried haunting a squirrel—got too jumpy.
The board’s gone rogue, possibly cursed,
Spotted at brunch with demons well-versed.
So beware if it knocks or begins to slide—
It also screams compliments, just to misguide.
Return it fast, don’t play coy,
Or it’ll whisper your tax secrets to the pizza boy.