Best Spooky Poems
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Step Ever So Light – On Halloween Night
Step Ever so light
Into this treacherous night
Creatures that abandon the day
Come out to play
Hear those Chill winds howl
To the hoot of an owl
The pale moon flickers
On black cats and bats,
While shadows dance softly
On old crooked hats.
There is corruption at play
In this treacherous night
Step Ever so light, Ever so light
Into the Halloween night
That steals your soul,
With shadows creeping
darkness takes control.
To play ball they crawl
In the moon’s eerie thrall.
The Universal teachings
They fail to recall
Step Ever so light ~ Ever so light ~ Ever so light.
Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh
Step Ever so light
It’ll steal your soul,
With shadows creeping
darkness takes control.
To play ball they crawl
In the moon’s eerie thrall,
The Universal teachings
They fail to recall
Step Ever so light ~ Ever so light ~ Ever so light.
Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh
Lantern of the Shadowed Glade
In shadowed glades where spirits dwell,
Beneath the boughs of an ancient spell.
A pumpkin awaits, its fate foretold,
By tomes of old and tales untold.
Carved with care by children’s hands,
A toothy grin upon its face expands.
Yet, within those haunting, hollowed eyes,
Lies a deeper truth in dark disguise.
On Halloween, beneath pewter beams,
Wailing winds weave ominous screams,
The Jack-o’-lantern’s gaze ignites,
On ghoulish forms lurking in the night.
He sees the village, veiled in fear,
In costumes worn, yet souls austere,
For lurking ’neath the festive guise,
A darkness deep, where evil lies.
Children laugh with voices bright,
While shadows waltz in ghostly light,
Sinister secrets, whispers heard,
Carried on the wings of a devil bird.
But deeper still, the pumpkin knows,
The ancient lore, the forest’s throes,
For spirits rise on this cursed night,
To dance beneath the pale moonlight.
In solemn vigil, silent, and grim,
The gourd watches, a veil so thin,
‘Twixt shadowed realms of dark and light,
A sentinel of the Styx, in eternal night.
When dawn breaks o’er the ghastly glade,
The pumpkin’s light begins to fade,
In its heart, an ember of infernal lore,
A demonic lantern, cursed forevermore.
I missed a blind corner one grim stormy night,
On a dark forest road, with no phone.
The crash was severe, but what gave me more fright
Was I had to walk out all alone.
A mile, maybe two, and there loomed into view
An imposing stone manor, quite old.
I felt somewhat spooked, but I guessed it would do
For relief from the drizzle and cold.
Despite my loud knocking I heard no reply,
Though some embers from somewhere glowed red.
The door opened wide when I gave it a try,
And its groan somehow filled me with dread.
I crept toward the flickering warmth where I found
A mere wisp of a man in a chair,
So pale in appearance he hardly seemed sound—
Like a shadow that’s only half-there.
I saw he was napping and hadn’t a clue,
So decided to give him a tap,
But to my amazement, my fingers went through
His left arm and right down to his lap!
I gasped in sheer horror and rushed out the door,
Though I never before had believed
In spirits or hauntings or vampiric lore,
So I wondered if I’d been deceived.
This mystery troubled me long years ago,
But I now understand it: you see,
That car wreck I mentioned was fatal, and so...
The ghost wasn’t him; it was me.
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Date Written: January 16, 2019
Contest: One Night in a Haunted Manor, sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Spooky Ghostly Halloween
the sky looks like velveteen.
Wild loud howls, nowhere to be seen,
echo through of the wolverine.
The citrine moon hangs, high,
a wicked smile, cunning, and sly.
In a blink of a dominant eye
bats chase the clouds across the sky.
Eerie, Pumpkin Head quite brickle,
waving its sharp rusty sickle.
Haunting nightmares hairs prickle
as crows fickle blood caw, caw trickle.
In the old manor her ghostly spirit
appears roaming through it. Do you see it?
10/17/2023
At the sound of the knock, Mac opened the door,
And there on the porch stood his friend LeBours.
“I came at your call as fast as I dare.”
“You’re here at last, that’s all I care.”
Mac paused to clear this throat and said:
“I think tonight I shall be dead.”
“I think what you need to clear your mind
Is a smoke and a drink of your finest wine.”
With that, his friend stepped through the door,
And what could he do but follow LeBours.
“The curse of my family is burned in the wall.
Read it, please, it will tell you all.”
“It’s really quite a simple verse.”
They slid back the panel and read the curse:
An ancient crime that reeks with mettle.
An ancient score too late to settle.
A friend had helped the life that flew
So now who dies is one and two.
“The point, I fear, I cannot see….”
“It means there’s death for you and me!”
“I asked you here so we can fight
And keep a watch throughout the night.”
“Dear Mac,” said Le Bours, “fear not your ghost.
Bring us a drink and we’ll have a toast.”
So saying, he settled himself in a chair
And watched the shadows that gathered there.
Mac walked slowly from the room
And disappeared in the musty gloom.
He carried the drinks back through the door
And couldn’t believe what he saw on the floor:
He downed a glass to clear his head,
For across the room, LeBours lay dead.
The tray and wine crashed to the floor,
Mac was needed in his role no more.
Now the room grew still and dim
For late last night, it had gotten him.
Streaks of pallid moonlight
wash over blood-stained
burnt umber leaf blight.
Glistening stainless steel remains
within wilting noir roses
and blistered blades of grass.
Sickening hands shake my repose,
heart racing, sure to collapse,
feeling faint.
A revolting nausea elevates,
trying to find restraint,
as madness deregulates.
A heart separated
from a lifeless corpse—
death awaits.
Flashbacks play like static reports,
too hard to get a clear picture.
Splashes of splattered red fill
spaces in between scriptures.
Screaming echoes spill,
dirty visions getting clearer,
as the sacrificial lamb
becomes the predator, evaporating fear.
Fighting for the blade, fingers clammy,
spinning out of control.
How could you bring me to this?
Steel cuts against palms, foretold—
splatters of crimson spray, don't resist,
covering fear-filled eyes.
One last-ditch effort:
grab the hilt and arise.
On this deadening night, collect.
You became Samhain’s sacrifice,
a feast for the demonic nether, sanctified.
In the dark and shaded glen
amid foreboding trees
in the place where a house had been
there never comes a breeze
Amid foreboding trees
blood cries out from the earth
there never comes a breeze
she weeps for all she's worth
Blood cries out from the earth
where she became his wife
she weeps for all she's worth
for there she took his life
Where she became his wife
she suffered but overcame
for there she took his life
but she was not to blame
She suffered but overcame
the lady of the house waits still
but she was not to blame
it was against her will
The lady of the house waits still
haunting hearth amid the rubble
it was against her will
the beginning of her trouble
Haunting hearth amid the rubble
she paces and she broods
the beginning of her trouble
where once her love was wooed
She paces and she broods
in the place where a house had been
where once her love was wooed
in the dark and shaded glen
Running the yard it was either him or I
So I filed my shank and prepared to die
I warmed up until they popped the door
“Want some - Get some” I want some more
Stabbing another person is its own high
Collapse of their lung with a gurgling sigh
Fear in their eye as you stick in their throat
I danced with the demons and rode with the goat
I stabbed and stabbed then stabbed him again
Pappa Wood earned his Respect in the pen
This is for the spooky poem tag game.
Christopher Higgins lets listen to your
spooky side, tag your it. Please know
the man i write of in this poem is dead
to me. My family is my life now and my
journey is in service of the Lord. Amazing
what a good woman can inspire in a man
and my wife is the best, I adore her.
for my beautiful Mary Kate
Bubble and double, trouble and toil;
Smell the kettle as it starts to boil.
Rack-ety frack-ety, goopity-goop;
The witch stirs in liver, a toad, and some poop!
Rock-ety pock-ety, zim zam zoom zot;
Eyeballs, spaghetti go into the pot.
Tweed-lee dum-did-dee bake me a cake;
In goes a waffle, a yoyo, a snake.
The brew's almost ready and soon we will see
What the final ingredient is going to be.
Abracadabra and bib-bi-di-boo,
The final ingredient is (he-he-he) YOU!
Spook grows
Horror flows~~~~~~~~~OOOOOO's
It was the darkest midnight hour .
With a howling wind and a thunder shower .
As I tried real hard to get some sleep
And my sanity , I had to keep .
Ghosts of PoetrySoup swooped overhead .
First came Vince and then came Fred.
Christie , Raul and his chilling band
Including Sharon , Carol and Brian Strand .
They spoke their prose of by-gone times
In sonnet , haiku and metered rhymes .
Carolyn , James and Dane-Ann
With chilling tales of tortured man .
As I try to emulate their writes
In my tormented day and frightening nights
My pulse rate's high and my eyes are bleary
So I beg for help !! .. Please ... Nurse Karen O'Leary ....
Spooky night
When on a dark rainy night,
Moon had cheated the sky,
No twinkle of stars in sight,
Scare was at its peak high !
Faster as I walked very vigilant,
Closer heard the footsteps follow,
Palpitations turned me intolerant,
Came trepidation, could not swallow,
Reflection veiled causing a gallop,
All of my strength as if it took,
Science and logic seemed a big flop,
Overpowered soon by the fictive spook,
My systems underwent absolute shutdown,
Beyond scope of thinking or a frown !
Written October 24th, 2014
For contest 'Ghost Stories' by Kelly Deschler
Noe entered for contest by Linda " Old Halloween"
Awarded 9th place win
Einstein’s numbers predicted it.
Alas, this classic physicist rejected it.
Tiny, entangled particles in mutual dependence
Separated by the longest distances.
Spooky action at a distance,
We cannot grasp this miracle,
Yet, science verifies the fact.
Objects the size of Buckyballs
Can link trillions of miles apart.
This communication or teleportation
ten thousand times faster than light!
Yes, au revoir light speed,
From your limits are we freed!
Spooky action at a distance,
Engineers dream of quantum computers.
Might we also harness this quandary
To reach the outer edges of space?
Might this anomalous principle
Account for certain sky visitors,
Objects authoritatively recorded,
Abruptly perishing in our clouds?
Spooky action at a distance.
Oh me Oh My a ghost
no ship but I see coming a pirate
their breath the scent of candy
away they scramble with frightening cries
Look across the moon flies a witch
and dangled from it's web a spider!
a huge black and spotted spider
watch as it wiggles towards the ghost
swatted now by the broom of the littlest witch
gobbled down by the skinny pirate
way down in the swamp an animal cries
here all the cries are for candy
bowls and caldrons filled with candy
webs hanging low wove by a fat plastic spider.
oh No a pink clad princess cries
to a hangman and a green ghost
Run away screams the pirate
as from the darkness flies a blonde witch
she's skinny for a witch
we should stuff her with candy
we could sell her to the pirate
or feed her to the spider
give her to me moans the ghost
we laugh at her cries
we cackle at the echo of her cries
we admire the warted nose of the witch
what a pitiful ghost
begging for more candy
trembling before the huge spider
holding tight to the hand of his sister pirate
Pirate after treasureless Pirate
all afraid of the haunting cries
squatting low under the web tangled spider
keeping their eye on the witch
clutching their sacks and buckets of candy
daringly unafraid of the ghost
This years best was a Pirate, the scariest was a witch
our ears ached with the cries for more and more candy
Till the only spooks beneath the spider on our porch, was our own little ghost.