Haunted
Haunted by past mistakes, you have yet to let go
Haunted by the love ones you have come to know
Haunted by voices in your head, running amuck
Haunted by events leaving you feel dumbstruck
Haunted by worries that can consume you whole
Haunted by depilating burdens that takes its toll
Haunted by choices, the right and the wrong ones
Haunted by cruelty, making you stick to your guns
Haunted by fears, so surmounting, so surreal
Haunted by emotions, so overcoming, so real
Haunted by memories, revealed in deep sleep
Haunted by confusion, embedded so deep
Haunted by loneliness, so least expected
Haunted by distrust, feeling so disrespected
Haunted by such anger that we fear to share
Haunted in so many ways, the burdens we bare
My heart ever palpitating at raw memories
of a promise buried in the sands of time
while life goes on in its many shades of dusk.
Ghosted by the vague recollection of a distant daydream,
the heartbeat pregnant still with a glimmer of hope,
the remnant murmur stranded on a forgotten beach.
AP: 1st place 2026
Thick cold shadows stretch
as rotting walls attenuate the
terrifying echoes of a scream.
silence in the air
as moon and stars whisper
I hear their echoes
Death’s inside
Food is killing me I think
The cure hates my guts
Last night During the storm
I captured a photo of a lightning bolt
Shredding the sky apart
It tore a hole
into the face of the Atlantic
And I understood
Felt
Whatever’s wrong inside
Is the way its meant
To be.
This house I'm living in it's haunted
Not by ghost but by your memory
Each room holds a special moment
That was shared between you and me
Any room in the house I dare to enter
Holds me captive in sadness not fear
Each moment we shared is on display
Making me feel as though you're here
As the memories draw closer to an end
The images of us together begin to fade
The pain of you leaving becomes renewed
All because my heart has been betrayed
The happiness that's felt is short lived
Erased by this life that's gone to hell
Tormented by deceit and your memory
In this haunted house that i dwell
I walked into the same room
and became someone I thought I left
The chaos that destroyed my peace
Is now the radio silence I’ve dreamed of
The walls that heard me cry at night
Hear nothing but laughing sounds now
The hurt that I felt deeply in my body
Is just a bad memory that triggers me
The loneliness covered by the noise
Became louder than the huge thunder
The comfort that promised to always be there
Is nowhere to be seen in sight
Things are better now… so why
Why do I still feel like I’m back there?
Unicorns and fairies and sprites galore, umbrage unto the night scorches again, they tirelessly whisper the haunted hospital marble is free of thistle! It is there to wait beside near and dear the princess couplet the princess cut stone fears, and turned down that measly jester the halls of the shamed are not this marbled vesper.
Dust motes dance in the
moonlight where the rotting
porch boards moan beneath
my feet.
Thick, silver cobwebs drape
like burial shrouds over the
rotting, abandoned foyer.
A sudden, frantic squeaking
echoes from the floorboards,
followed by the scuttle of a
hundred hungry spiders.
The decrepit house breathes,
its wall pulsing with the phantom
sounds of distant, agonizing yells.
I try to retreat, but the front door
slams shut, locking me inside the
suffocating darkness.
Invisible fingers brush against
my neck, and the temperature
drops to a freezing, unnatural chill.
The screaming starts then- a chorus
of tormented souls trapped forever
within the cursed timber.
I run up the spiraling staircase,
only to find the hallway crawling
with grotesque, shifting shadows.
The walls close in as a deafening
shriek shatters the silence, and the
house claims another victim.
Now I am just another spectral
noise in the dark, forever screaming
in the spider- infested void.
The midnight bell chimed through
the empty halls.
Dust settled softly over trophies
on the walls.
Lockers slammed shut with a
metallic, sudden boom.
As freezing air flooded inside the
history room.
Footsteps echoed sharply down
the dim West Wing.
Through no one was there to hear
the sirens sing.
A phantom chalkboard wrote a
single name in red.
The roster of the students who
were long since dead.
I hid beneath the desk, my
breathing sharp and fast.
Trapped inside a prison built of a
horrific past.
The heavy smell of smoke began
to choke the air.
As phantom fire crackled wildly
down the stairs.
Then shadows stretched out from
the dark gymnasium floor.
And skeletal hands began to rattle
every door.
The guidance counselor's door
swung slowly, widely wide.
Revealing teeth and glowing eyes
that waited deep inside.
The hallway lengthened out into a
endless maze.
As glowing red eyes locked into my
terrified gaze.
whimsical haunted house was created with children in mind
they promote unity, peace, hope, love, everything kind
they have witches and black cats, ghosts and gremlins too
but all these creatures want to do is sing lullabies to you
they serve you cider, pumpkin cakes, apple pies and such
I love being there, they have a warm, friendly, happy touch
this haunted house is not like any other on the block
They never turn you away, the door does not have a lock
my dreams are haunted by him
the one who treated me like
the guy tat i thought was my friend
but was actually a snake in my crib
i woke up from a nightmare
he was in it, trying to act fine
to make it appear what he did was fun
only to a bully someone's pain is silly
I know this house where I have grown up
I also know I will be buried deep into the ground
If the stream of truth every leaked into my real world
My existence will suddenly be a sin to them
I know I ‘m not the ideal child
I have been ed over and over many times
Fate has just decided to push me to cliff
So I just want this wait to be over soon
About- This poem was written on April 21, 2026; 8:31pm and is part of
Evil spirits rotting thoughts
Evil spirit heard a happy thought going by
Trapped in the house where it departed
It twisted the joy into a jagged blade,
Dipped in shadows and pride.
It drove that spike through the victim’s ear,
And it nested deep in the brain.
The man thought he was losing his mind,
As he listened to the whispers of pain.
But it wasn't madness or a wandering wind,
That made his skin turn cold.
It was the spirit, feeding on his light,
Until the story was told.
So, our house is supposedly haunted?
The rest of the crew laughed their petootsies off
Didn’t everyone watch Channel 5 News?
ghosts, monsters, ghouls, goblins and one witch resided here
She was the ringleader of the burglary ring
Sent them in and out of houses pilfering and looting
If anyone gives you trouble, use my cell number, she said
Homeowners always back down when faced with a flying witch
Their clubhouse was at 2300 Pennsylvania, and it was filling up
The gremlins had not paid rent for a year; they were getting tossed out
Two sheriff’s deputies were at the door now, demanding to see them
The witch stuck her head over the banister
Give the officers candy, she told the ghost who had answered the door
She wanted them to come back next month to kick out the gargoyles.
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