Best Poltergeists Poems
Written: October 10, 2023
Night Bewitches Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
A dream is a microscope through which we look at the hidden occurrences in our souls. Erich Fromm
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In the placidity of the night's embrace,
bewitched the cosmos with an arcane grace.
The moon, a silver orb, may induce its rise.
Oozing its ethereal aurora over the skies
Whispers of worm words waft on wafture wear,
As the stars spangle, their nexus is spare.
The night wiles with its vestigial spell,
Drawing us in, under a talisman dwell.
Penumbras plaster pegs poltergeists of trees,
The twilight augury decry casts souls at ease.
Geezers of nightgown awaken from slumber,
Suing solace in the Cimmerian shade to clamber
The eventide sky overawes with a cosmic array.
Stars bedazzle and coxswain us on our way.
Moonlight sumptuous aura in a gentle glow,
Steer us through the shadow as the nexus flows.
Ebony necromancy decry a glamorous sight.
Drawing us close to the serendipity of the night.
In this cosmic wee hour, dreams bear flight.
Our souls are raised, and our hearts blight.
So let us indulge in this nocturnal delight,
As dusk vamps, squirting a glamor of delight.
Let us wander in the moonlit haze,
As sableness susurrous surreptitious sprays
Wee crepuscule twiddles, a plum night symphony
Where conceit phantasm and verity shed sympathy
Allotting an awareness acumen ariose and aureate
Upon ubiquitous utters uncanny unsophisticate.
Categories:
poltergeists, analogy, appreciation, dream, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: October 19, 2023, For Tania Kitchen Spooky Halloween Contest
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Hope is buried, gulping Satan of the Night.
Its odd, dreadful beats drove in schizo sight.
Sweet dread awaits the fair-headed, awful stride.
As fear drew closer, it heard the sad words abide.
They were expressionless, their bodies obeying.
Love, it's ignored—bleeding hearts break, swaying.
They recall dread and can tell a horrific story well.
A red-hot sword could lure Satan from his shell.
Haunting, poltergeists, and zombies are the core
At Halloween, they shine as murderers may abhor.
Undermining existence in horror's catacombs
Blood and mayhem are the spooky twin gnomes.
Become a demon, and I'll stay at Dracula castle.
Awaken afraid from a lucid state, scared of hassle.
Amidst a Halloween party, I was stuck in despair.
Fear remains upon me after a spooky nightmare.
Categories:
poltergeists, analogy, angst, fantasy, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
14. You live in a laboratory; you can only create what can't survive in this air.
15. If your blood was pixelated and green, you'd probably be dead already.
16. They know you by your talents of making art and sometimes talking. You know you by your talents of sleepwalking and coughing up blood into the sink.
17. If you do something everyday for a long time and then stop, you will have dreams about it on the nights you don't do it. It is your brain's way of making sure you still feel it happening.
18. No one understands why horror films sadden you. You reiterate that poltergeists are nothing to avoid; they've kept you alive.
19. I. As a compulsive liar and a pyromaniac, you know a lot about hell.
II. Reality is hell, and heaven is being set on fire.
20. You have bloodshot eyes from the way she looked at you.
21. This doesn't feel right.
22. The orange of the burning house is the most comforting color you've seen in years.
23. I. As a ghost, your nose only bleeds once a year on the day you died from the… wait, there was
never an accident, and your nose has bled everyday.
II. As a ghost, everything you hold masquerades with you in the astral plane until you let it go,
leaving it somewhere else.
24. They call you oblivious, and you must agree, telling them that, yes, you do live in oblivion. You utilize it and receive it.
25. You told your family and friends that you've swallowed arsenic, and that it's fine, and that you're going to be okay. Little do they know, you called from the afterlife.
26. When you isolated yourself, the spiders came out from hiding and ate you alive, even though you've only ever been nothing but nice to them.
27. This number is very special to you.
Categories:
poltergeists, introspection, mystery, nonsense, nostalgia,
Form:
List
I've chased dragons of destruction ever since I was a child
Turning meekness to a monster
Turning weakness into wild
Mild mannered turning viscous like a two gun fisted gangster
Laughing like a lunatic at those poltergeists and pranksters
Innocence into guilt
Once a garden now a ghetto
Those dragons breathing death leaving ashes,dust,and rubble
Young boy stuck in a bubble
Striking bullets...falling fast
As I chase destructive dragons I know this life won't last
Toxins taint my blood and bones
Poison floods my spirit
Pollution fills my heart and soul
I hear mad demons cheering
I see question marks and riddles as I'm twisting and I'm turning
Will they throw me in the lake of fire with fiends 4ever burning?
Truth gets told and lies I keep learning
Still my desire for those dragons it keeps 4ever yearning
The dragons of destruction
The dragons of disease
The dragon of my destiny was caught too easily
Now I realize in retrospect that monster's not just me
As I chase destructive dragons they continue chasing me
Categories:
poltergeists, corruption,
Form:
Blank verse
Closet doors seeking more
Forever closing their sleeping eyes
The cat crawls out from under the floor
Caked on dirt and mildewed scars
Apparitions running free
Poltergeists lynching onto me
Friends and enemies coming together
But who really knows the difference
Serial killers run about
Using my name as a grand hideout
Hiding away losing the day
As if it doesn’t matter to me no more
Who cares, shut that door!
Before they come for more
Entertain these thoughts of my dear old aunt
Put her to sleep with a solemn goodbye
Oh and by the way Sammy says hi
Says he wishes he could be found
But he’s writhing on the ground
From being cast out like an discarded toy
When will you realize he’s part of your life?
Even though your childhood may not be
Categories:
poltergeists, nostalgia
Form:
Eternal now
Light fades
To darkness
Collapsing structures
Shifting dimensions
Poltergeists have
Tantrums in
The Ether
Categories:
poltergeists, dark, life,
Form:
Prose
I walked in through the creaking door
Blood stains on the hardwood floor
I followed bloody footprints up the stairs
I knew that I had best beware
The house stood empty for twenty years
No one dared enter due to the fears
Of murderous incidents that occurred therein
It was dubbed in town the house of sin
I knew not who had done the deed
But my soul inside had this burning need
To search the house for evidence
The cold that passed through me made me wince
From atop the stairs, I looked down below
Poltergeists in life-form put on a show
The horror that took place was no longer a mystery
I saw my wife stabbing and killing me
Categories:
poltergeists, horror, house,
Form:
Rhyme
Real disaster is looming on the horizon for American life
this country’s leadership disdains the spirit of truth
its sycophants continue to embrace the lies
repelled by honesty and facts
mendacity guides their daily mantra
dark, evil poltergeists dwell in our White House now
death thrives in their hearts
darkness looms in our future
the only purification for lies is to vote
it's the only remedy that will
undo this undemocratic fiasco
Categories:
poltergeists, america, angst, anxiety, political,
Form:
Free verse
Between the craziness of politics and art my mind wanders
looking to find peace,
but between the beauty of art and the craziness of this president
I die
But it improves my art
although it thrusts me between dark spaces of desperation
and futile hopes but my feeling is we will unite with Love
maintaining my trust in my nation though it's in a chaotic state
In my heart brotherhood survives
but in some of my fellow human creatures' hearts
there is much blame to go around
they are complicit with unstable minds that hide from truths
To those political poltergeists residing in the house painted white
cloaked in red from the blood of children spilled, their lives wasted
caged in cold concrete floors built only for animals
not for little children to live or die in
A poem comes to my churning mind
but my poem sounds irrelevant
it cannot portray the merciless evil in their hearts
my query to the spineless, blind political hacks is:
Why do you embrace and follow an evil and malevolent person?
is the price of liberty worth the handouts to your wallets or the safe secure job offered while giving up your principles, manipulating your faith, casting the last remnants of your soul's compassion to the four winds in a racist fervor?
You give no afterthought to the damage your negative actions permeate
our country bleeds, human values suffer, society and families falter
imitating unthinking, uncaring, bigoted people blind to the fact
they are destroying the fabric that gives this country its strength
Your type of destructive thinking shakes our nation's foundations
deluding yourselves into thinking your way is the only way
but it is not
your imaginary and mindless cupidity will come to an end
Our nation will wave a goodbye to you all and breathe a sigh of relieve
saying good riddance to bad rubbish; God bless the coming artists
and their foresight, ready to explode everywhere in support of
every American and those in limbo on the border and in cages
waiting to join us
Categories:
poltergeists, political, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Looking back
curiously acquiescent
in 4th floor chaos
Looking through these
dresser drawers of
sleepy underclothing
Retrospective shirts
and tiresome socks,
these sheaths of self
more coincidental
than designed
Everything ajar,
windows, doors
my dresser drawers
Clues left coyly
in my path
by boorish poltergeists
Half absent,
I impassively apprise their
surreptitious ways,
their secret jokes
on my reclusion
Categories:
poltergeists, absence, loneliness, lonely, me,
Form:
Free verse
summer sun half past
ghostly green creepy-crawlies~
poltergeists plotting
Categories:
poltergeists, green, halloween, silly,
Form:
Haiku
My poems are ghost-written.
I scarcely identify the visitants
Mingling with heedless shadows.
Poltergeists outfit my words.
Though we converse,
I hardly know them,
And seldom fathom
Their prophecies.
My poems hemorrhage
In convulsive madness
Like the speaker in tongues,
Unleashing foreboding fragments,
That I might discern some divination.
But my autonomous hands move on
Planchettes over enigmatic spirit boards
For which I act only as outlet.
My poems are ghost-written.
My stanzas are tent revivals arrayed
Down the page with ritual dance.
Faith healers shout and wail,
bending my lines
wending a trail of travail,
They conjure all specters to avail.
My poems are ghost-written.
My words breathe and writhe.
They live as cells squirming for life.
Yet, inflections within them always
Mutter from another,
A propulsion between impression and
Arousal.
Categories:
poltergeists, metaphor, mystery, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I often wake screaming in the dark from a nightmare,
The details of which I can never remember.
I feel cheated for having been so terrorized
By demons that seem beyond my imagining.
I expect better than that from my grindhouse existence.
If I'm to be pestered by nocturnal poltergeists
And succubi that leave me drained of life,
I’d choose to be privy to the director’s cut.
My curiosity demands no less.
Categories:
poltergeists, allegory, angst, anxiety, depression,
Form:
Verse
The Real Monsters
We are afraid of fire breathing dragons and scaly lizards.
Things that go bump in the night. Shadow creatures
who live under our beds and in our closets. Yeti
and Big Foot. Pale ghosts and poltergeists.
Chupacabra’s and vampires. Blood red
demons with pitchforks and horns.
Imaginary monsters that
can do us no real harm.
Why do we fear
them.
What we should be afraid of are people who chose evil.
MS13 and coyotes that traffic in human misery.
Corporate media giants that censor speech. Corrupt
politicians who sell us out to foreign countries.
School boards that label parents terrorists.
Dictators that oppress. Political correctness.
Murders, abusers, gossips, embezzelers.
Wars, hatred and genocide.
We should fear these. For
they are the
real
monsters.
Categories:
poltergeists, scary,
Form:
Free verse
Spring buds
Bursting
Like popcorn stuck on sticks
Raising my perspective to
Gallivant
In knee-high tickle grass
Nested
In the strew of stony rocks
Festooned
With sphagnum and lichen
Frothed with droplets
Of glistening crystal lather
Moored in glade and rill
Plundered in claggy stodge
Boggy green and juicy with rain
The jaunt sloshes with plunger feet
Air raids above
Signal
Whirring wispy winged ghosts
Bombers
Buzzzzzzzzzing
Skitting overhead
Barely black shadow fellows
Intent in reaching their target
Synced and signaled
Like flittering naked poltergeists
Aiming for a sticky sweet meal
Arms, legs ankles and necks
Covered or not
Stabbed with little mercy
In the trove of
Spring Buds
So Alive!
May 16, 2020
Categories:
poltergeists, flower, insect, nature,
Form:
Free verse