Best Scarey Poems
Listen my children and ye shall hear,
A tale to make ye quake with fear.
'Tis a scarey tale I tell ye no lie,
Of a man who was told he had to die,
For a crime he committed in the dead of night,
And each Hallows Eve he returns to the site,
Where his body was hung on an old Oak tree.
Steer clear of the place or he'll come after thee.
He searches for them who hung him there,
'Thout proof save the voice of the golden hair.
'Twas she who belied his whereabouts,
So he searches for her within and without;
So if ye be fair with hair of gold,
He'll carry ye off where it's dark and cold.
Keep ye by the hearth on All Hallows Eve.
Now I've said my piece and be takin' my leave.
I was all alone and afraid
you said you'd be my friend
I tried to run away
you said "give me your hand"
It seemed so far away
way too far for me to reach
you siad "Ill meet you all the way"
and I gave you my hand
They say life is a rollercoaster
full of ups and downs,
fast, slow, full of twists and turns
you gave me your hand and said lets run
Thank you, my friend
for taking my hand
and sharing this scarey ride
that we call our life
It's easier with you here
helping me through my fears
better buckle up real tight
as we begin another ride
The light is gone
Totally put out
Scarey to those that roam
To all that are about
Suddenly the thunder
Of James Rifle gun fire
The shells are asundered
So you better be aware
When the shelling's finished
All can declare
Very little dents
Done to you there
Your light's not sent
Completely extinguished
Never to burn again
Not from weapons of war
But at the hands of men
Possibly total extinctions from nature
She invited me into her lavender bath
I'm a ships captain and feeling quite daft
Though I was feeling absurd
I took her at her word
You should see where I moored my craft
With three suitors she could take her pick
The stress and worry was making her sick
She only knew she must marry
Quickly she dumped Tom and Harry
She knew she could not live without Dick.
There was a young lady named Mary
Her huge butt was terribly scarey
She went on a new diet
But please don’t you try it
As its now pert but terribly hairy
26th June 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson
We have been friends,
A long time now,
I love you more each day,
I know you have a woman
Of your own,
So I dont let the words
Get away.
When I see, what she does
To you.
It makes me want to cry,
After all the pain you've
Been through.
I feel like I should try.
Let me just love you.
Let me show you what
Is right.
Let me put my arms around you
And, give you love tonight.
Let me show you what your
Missing, from the evening
To days light.
You are my hearts
desire, ive waited for my entire
Life.
A man as fine as you,
Should not be treated, so unkind.
My thoughts are so confused
If only you knew, what was on my mind.
She could never feel for you,
What I harbour within, my soul,
Your that special man to me,
One I long to hold,
Is it not that obvious,
The ups & downs we've shared.
The memories both, good & bad
Our hopes, dreams, and fears.
The arguments & disagreements,
Sometimes, you see my view.
Friendship, love & trust,
I also see that, do you?
When we share a greeting,
a laugh or just a smile.
Do you ever see or feel,
The emotions that I hide?
Let me just love you,
Let me show you what
Is right.
Let me put my arms around
You, and give you love tonight.
Let me show you what your
Missing, from the evening to
Dayslight.
You are my hearts desire,
Ive waited for my entire
Life.
A lesson that ive learned in life
"Love does not wait"
So here it goes, I must convey
& spill my guts, with faith.
Risking our friendship
Is such a scarey thought.
But living with, the what ifs
Really truly hurts.
Now my unknow feelings,
are, finally set free.
Vulnerable yet honest,
Hope you take a chance on me.
Posted 7/11/13
For anne currin contest.
The cave underground
Chamber of darkness musk damp
Secure place__bat's home
Cave inside fireglow
Outward facing light Aspens
Golden yellow hair
Cave fear slow echo
Hollow blank lonely scarey
Empty dreams no hope
I have many Summer memories,
to which I can relate!
But, as I think back, one stands out.
One, I think was really great!
Our longtime wish, to visit Ireland,
was finally coming true!
My wife and I, and our two best friends,
decided, that's what we'd do!
We made our plans and packed our bags,
and departed from New York!
We sat down in Dublin,
next day headed down to Cork!
We did some touring on the way,
to sites, much lesser known.
But, our main goal, above all else,
was to kiss the Blarney Stone!
We went to Blarney Castle,
at the earliest visiting hour,
to find the "Stone of Eloquence"
which is located, in the tower!
We had to lay down on our backs,
and stretch, which was slightly hairy!
An attendant, held us by the hand,
cause the height, was a little scarey!
Kissing the stone, made it all worthwhile!
I'll be lost for words, no more!
This is a favorite Summer memory,
from, July, 1984!
NOTE: Blarney Castle is located in
County Cork, Ireland. A Stone of
Eloquence is located in the castle
tower. Legend has it that, if you
kiss the stone, you'll never be lost
for words!
Ralph Taylor
4/22/12
Dusk falls light fading
in the half light lives mystery
secrets of the dark
Secrets of the dark
what lurks in deepest night time?
scarey shadows loom
I'm not brave.
Sometimes fear is greater than me.
But I've learned a few things about fear too. Not all bad either .
First and most importantly ,
fear is a survival instinct.
Necessary to respond to threats and dangers.
Positively , fear is a precursor to possibility.
Every great dream is usually a little scarey.
But chasing those dreams also brings about the actualization of those dreams.
Unlimited possibilities follow fears.
Fear builds confidence.
When you do something that scares you, you become stronger.
Self confidence is the result of successfully surviving a risk.
Doing something that scares you makes you stronger.
Each step out of your comfort zone and into fear grows that muscle .
And as that muscle gets stronger, so does your spirit.
One step at a time, stronger with each step.
I'm not brave.
I'm just me.
let's start with a line and see where it leads
People like blood so I will make mine bleed
a zombie a chainsaw perhaps some bats
For good measure I'll throw in some black cats
I'm running out of ideas I think
Something is bad, it's a terrible stink
Have you heard the one, about the sparrow
He let loose excrement, on the Pharaoh
Oh what a horror, the bird felt so bad
The Pharoah in anger, yelled out egad
Archers at the ready, shot the bird down
Pharoah bit of wings, wore them on his gown
He fed the birdie to his own black cat
The cat so happy it meowed where it sat
Mummys and bats they make me want to scream
Most of the horrors come from my own dreams
Dancing disjointed, what do I have to loss
Bones I crunched, I removed with dental floss
Let's finish with a flurry, a mad dash
A horrible fungus, a scabby rash
Worst poem Contest
HALLOWEEN IS NEAR,
GHOSTS AND GOBBLINS I HEAR,
WITCHES FLYING TO AND FRO,
PAST THE MOON I SEE THEM GO,
PUMPKINS HERE, PUMPKINS THERE,
SCAREY FACES EVERYWHERE,
EVERYONE'S SAYING TRICK OR TREAT,
SOMEONES' STEPPING ON MY FEET,
HURRY SCURRY LICKETY SPLIT,
CANDY APPLES ON A STICK,
THEN IT'S TIME TO GO TO BED,
WHEN ALL THE GOBBLINS HAVE BEEN FEED,
I RUN UP STAIRS ,I GET UNDRESSED AND SAY MY
PRAYERS.
HALLOWEEN HAS BROUGHT US CHEER ,
HOPE IT'S EVEN BETTER NEXT YEAR!
BY: PENNY GIBSON ( KAUFFMAN) JULY 10, 1978
Jackson the Pug and a Squirrel named Spike
went trick or treating on Halloween,
when the came to the old house on Mortimer street
and they swore they had heard a scream,
That vacant old house, for fifty some years
surrounded by mystery,
with an odd widows walk, and a Great Horned Owl
who was hooting in an old craggy tree,
Jackson looked over at Spike and said
" that old place doesn't scare me",
"it's just an old house,where nobody lives"
"really! how scarey can it be",
Up the old path, they walked on moss covered stone
it was like walking into a bog,
when all of a sudden, hundreds of eyes
glowing red, through a thickening fog,
The closer they got, to that old Haunted House
the more ominous was the sight,
on that old porch, Jackson reached for the door
when there came a most terrible fright,
The creaky front door, opened all by itself
an eerie voice, neither wanted to hear,
" step inside" said the voice, if both of you dare
and I'll show you the meaning of fear",
Jackson took Spike, by his little Squirrel paw
they stepped inside, and not all to smartly,
lights suddenly lit, came a raucous roar
they walked into a Halloween Party,
Everybody was there, all of their friends
it was such a fine sight to see,
Rowdy Raccoon, and Virginia the Mouse
Callie the Calf, look there's Buddy and Baily
The party went on for an hour or so
when they all had to quickly retreat,
the lights all went out, an apparition appeared
in the Haunted House on Mortimer Street.
Praying Mantis at basement door
I had not seen you here before
So lime green you stand out
Scarey enough to make me shout
Died next day in pool filter__gore
You go to Vegas
or the Riviera of France
in your best James Bond suit,
and the women
in their famous slinky
gowns rub their bare
shoulders against you
as you stand at the
table playing Baccarat.
The dealer has dark
flashy eyes but
doesn't care. You just pass.
You tinkle the ice
in your clear vodka drink.
It's a romantic cold,
a scarey worldly cold
that assumes your self-sufficiency.
You are lonely
but that's how you
are supposed to feel,
how you feel most skillfully.
You win, you lose.
The house takes you.
You try to read
the mind of God.
Listen my children and ye shall hear,
A tale to make ye quake with fear.
'Tis a scarey tale I tell ye no lie,
Of a man who was told he had to die,
For a crime he committed in the dead of night,
And on each Hallow's Eve he returns to the site,
Where his body was hung on an old oak tree.
Steer clear of the place or he'll come after thee.
He searches for them who hung him there,
'Thout proof save the voice of the golden hair.
'Twas she who belied his where-abouts,
So he searches for her within and without;
So if ye be fair with hair of gold,
He'll carry ye off where it's dark and cold.
Keep ye by the hearth on All Hallow's Eve,
Now I've said my piece and be taken' my leave.
Judy Ball