Best Spooking Poems

There is a place I will not trend nor will Angels least attend,
Where witches mix their brew and the warlocks let it spew…
All spiders on the walls keeping busy with their creepy crawls,
Wolves howling at the moon dancing darkness in their commune…

Beware evil spells incantation...

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The Haunted House


Abandon all hope on haunted hill enter the house with a bitter chill
Walking bold with a thrashing thrill breaking through the rusted grille
The door slams shut as we look behind now facing fear and confined
We roam the bowels in darkness blind shaking silly...

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Agile
Black
Cats
Dart
Eerily
From
Gloomy
Hallways
Initiating
Jolts -
Killing
Lackadaisical
Moods
Notably
Of
People
Quintessentially
Ruffled -
Spooking
Them
Unduly -
Verifying
Wanted
Xenial 
Yearnings
ZAPPED


Nov. 9, 2021
for William Kekaula's Alphabet Soup Poetry Contest...

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   "Thriller"




upon eerie coverlet of faint moonlight
midnight creeps to touch tombstones of cursed undead
haunting entities delight in spooking night
zombies open coffins to ravish with dread

feasting upon flesh and bone in vampy style
tasting blood from jugular...victim defile

staring motionless submissive to witch chant
enticed by love...

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 Part 2
4th Delirium: Lost Souls
Sunken cities , pilgrims peering.. gawking,
squinting eyeballs, blazing sun
Janus facing, shepherds chasing.. stalking,
friends embrace before they shun
Tearooms steaming, tumult teeming.. talking,
lovers listen, poets pun
Broken stones unanchored, quaking.. rocking,
slipping, falling, one by one
Beaten pathways, footsteps marking.. mocking,
wedged in webs which spiders...

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Wondering where you are tonight?
Under the starlight I sail so bright
Rowing on surface waters that haunt me
Your faces on calm waters showing me

With my oars I hold so tight
Like your hold in me that caresses me
Winter dew that chills at night
Your heart in me, snugging...

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Violet it pours, sinuous swirl into the glass, 
Rich in darkest ruby amethyst lavender glory,
Lower left in France, Bordeaux, Chateau Margaux,
Floral wine that hides you from almost everything;
It even smells like violets.

Indigo Children are wrapped in that aura,
New Age thinking; are they protected from evil?

Blue...

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Bickering sunlight,
I must leave now.
Just when it was getting good
The pitcher pitched back,
With the juices starting to flow.
So settle your hounds,
Bottle your wings,
Or watch the glass smash in the mirror.
My mind is witches glue.
Audacious, vile, spooking your spine
Into living again....

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Before it’s too late

Distant bells clatter on cloud fed weathered skies where
darkness creeps past low light vestibules, faded beams flicker 
Short skirts wave in a winter wind, breezy attributes
revealing fishnet thighs calling to the next hidden passenger,
batting lashes and blowing bubbles of stale gum placed...

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Spirits
Ghostly Visions
Haunting, Moaning, Spooking
Visits From Beyond The Cold Grave
Dead Souls...

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from the extremely large to the very small, rocks have been game changers
  planet-sized melters, moon-makers
  asteroids with cataclysmic impact, dinosaur terminators
  again life's prospects pivoting
  this time, on tiny stable debris-lump, Sun-Earth L4 legrange point
  with 'Human' made early...

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in every serious human idea 
 presented to the world as an engagement with it
 there is an unavoidable lacking in meaning
 which becomes left behind in the womb
        like a stillborn freak of words 
 sticking in...

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A shadow visits me at night
He has long curly hair and wears a robe of black
When I lay down to rest 
I immediately turn my head.
And he disappears.
This shadow has been chasing me a long long time
I wonder who it could ever be, spooking me...

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(alternately titled: ah me go march'n home on derange)

I'll play the devil's advocate, yet
prepare a stance with pitchfork
     against misinterpreted faux attempt
     to describe, how whet
d'ya column re: immigration officials coe vet

patrol, police, and poison tranquil casa...

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You are spooked, but you are also doing the spooking.
You talk about hearts,
And who can be forgiven.
Or you stand,
Or sit and wonder
On a floating platform believing 
You are creating things,
And maybe you are,
Maybe you are always creating things.
But what is it that you are creating?...

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