Long Ghouls Poems
Long Ghouls Poems. Below are the most popular long Ghouls by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Ghouls poems by poem length and keyword.
enter the wood, end of the day
deep deep reverb, everywhere
eerie sound from between the trees
from bowels of earth, around the sky
then chilling stillness, flee or stay?
thump thump! disturb the very air
flurried dance, the following breeze
as yowls of mirth personify
monsters lurk and skulk, hide away
blink blink, acerbic scary stare
belly scales grow knobbly knees
fat jowls of girth, the fleshy eye
children scamper, fierce games they play
beat beat, why curb their merry dare ?
carefree clamber through ill-at-ease
with howls of worth they yelp and cry
fungi feast while dank leaves decay
sleep sleep superb in fairy lair
life poking head, no guarantees
where scowls give birth, when dreams do die
look up beyond where branches sway
squeak squeak perturb the glary glare
past hazy stars, the " Pleiades "
night ghouls of dearth by radar fly
My feet are chilly, a reminder that winter is right around the bend so take care or yourselves.
Christmas thinking already? Yes, because I was in a department store yesterday, and they had already
Thrown out the witches, ghouls, goblins, haunted houses, and replaced them with fat Santa elves.
If you are dazzled by things red and green, and twinkling lights, and Christmas makes you feel heady,
Go out to the stores. Christmas music is already ablaze in some aisles where elves sit on shelves.
Let’s go get some friends and we will go out together. I will pick up Donna, you pick up Eddy.
We will sing Christmas carols at the top of our musical prowess, and pretend my car is a sleigh.
If we get the right friends, and they all agree to join our crusade, we could make this a truly fun day!
I am a true rebel- for I question
the words of my catholic rigid rules.
And will rise up to claim my self-expression,
keeping the parts that are like precious jewels.
Spiritual freedom is my obsession . . .
I do not want to be like the mindless ghouls.
Forces of desiring things creates aversion,
and pushing these things away creates diversion.
So, I let go of all useless craving
and let go of the resistance and fears.
Stop the beliefs like old etched engraving,
I hang from stars that seem a chandelier.
Don't obey all the catholic ravings,
but hold what I consider to be dear.
Through meditation my focus is unbroken,
and I can hear my spiritual voice spoken.
I turn away from any cult-like faith
throwing away all the rigid mindset.
Discard all the bible verses that saith,
to find my inner song- I press reset.
I will seek a journey to interfaith,
and hum to my internal clarinet.
I am placing all those old teachings on a shelf,
to begin an amazing journey to myself.
A misconception is the tale
that witches wear such evil faces
That we should dread October's spell
or cloudy nights, and creepy spaces
A wart-nosed witch that rides a broom
is not the girl who lives next door
who hides away, some lonely room
She may be fair, she may be more
Have you met a lonely ghoul
who names her spiders Mold and Slime?
Brewing potions, but is no fool
We'll pass her by most every time
Witches pass us by each day
They don't play games of hide and seek
Ghouls are clever and want to play
and normal friends they want to meet
The cauldron cleaned with spit and shine
will brew a drink that's rather bold
Prepared to hold a drink of wine
Beware that it will knock you cold!
She'll host a party, if you dare!
Sweep misconceptions out the door
You'll have a blast if you're prepared
The witch is just a neighbor right next door!
_________________________________________
For Alfred's Contest: Witchcraft 8/23/14
It was a DIABOLICAL night; trick-or-treaters as ALIEN to 2020 as anything.
No one on the street, jack-o-lanterns absent, no BLOOD curling scream.
What TRICKERY is this? Recently dug up previous sleeping VAMPIRES asked.
HALLOWEEN night, and no parents following children, heavily wine-flasked?
It is with a CAUTIONARY attitude I even tell you this sordid horrible tale.
An ABDUCTION of the regular festivities, caused by a pandemic’s loud wail.
Started in China by far-away bat FEASTING folk, whose identity is cloaked.
Ten months later, in America this is no joke as 225,000 have croaked.
A diabolical night, trick-or-treaters nowhere to be found on the street.
Candy consumed in houses by people who are almost too fearful to eat.
This is not the way Halloween is ever and I mean ever supposed to be.
We are practically PARALYZED, but we are doing the best to pretend normalcy.
The vampires, ghouls, ghosts and witches galore are waiting in the wings.
Hoping that next year we will return to our usual antics and holiday sings.
Optimistic we will experience this horribly depressingly abduction again,
Let’s pray this Covid-19 gets taken to a burial place, carried by galaxy wind.
Written 10-25-2020
Contest: Halloween Challenge
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Word bank: alien, vampires, Halloween, blood, trickery, abduction, feasting,
cautionary, paralyzed, diabolical
In the chill of night, when shadows dance and sway,
A tale of Halloween, I'm bound to convey.
A story woven from the threads of scare,
Beware the whispers in the haunted air.
In a quaint old town, where cobwebs hung,
Where eldritch secrets from the rafters clung,
The people gathered, dressed in fright,
To celebrate the Eve where day meets night.
The moon, a ghostly galleon, sailed the sky,
As children laughed and revelers did cry,
"Trick or treat!" they'd chant with glee,
Unaware of the true horror, soon to be.
Beneath the Hunter's Moon, a figure stood,
A specter draped in tattered hood,
With eyes like embers, glowing in the night,
It watched the townsfolk with an eerie delight.
"Boo!" it whispered, soft as velvet breeze,
And one by one, the laughter ceased.
For those who heard, their blood ran cold,
As ancient dread within their hearts took hold.
The figure moved, a silent, creeping blight,
Through the town it glided, out of sight,
Leaving in its wake a silent, deadly trace,
A chill that clung like a spectral embrace.
The revelers, they felt it, deep within,
A primal fear, a shivering skin,
For the figure in the shadows was no mortal being,
But a malevolent force, its true form unseeing.
It chose its prey with a malicious grin,
A young man, costumed, full of sin,
It followed him down the moonlit lane,
And in its gaze, he felt a deadly strain.
He turned to face the spectral foe,
His heart did race, his courage low,
But too late did he realize the plight,
That he was now the creature's chosen for the night.
With a final scream, the man was claimed,
By the horror that could not be named,
And the townspeople, they'd always remember,
The Halloween when fear was truly tender.
So heed this rhyme when autumn leaves do fall,
And the veil is thin, and spirits call,
For on All Hallow's Eve, when ghouls do roam,
You might just find you're not alone.
There is only one spooky, creepy, frightful night
Where vampires and werewolves are welcome, all right.
Naturally I am talking about the greatest holiday, Halloween.
Where mystical magical mummies and skeletons can be seen.
It is spooky, dreadful, mesmerizing and creepy too.
Do you have anyone to go trick-or-treating with you?
The child stared as his grandmother’s face turned flush green.
Her nose got long, and the wart on her nose began to fairly sheen.
She was starting to look gruesome as her eyebrows grew thick.
But this is grandma, he told himself. Still, he began to feel quite sick.
Do you not know you are a warlock? She asked him with a smile.
Max, a third grader shook his head, no, then stared down at the tile.
You are okay, his grandma said. I’ll transmogrify back, and she did.
He felt better already, as he was only an eight-year-old kid.
I love Halloween, she told him. The goblins, the ghouls, zombies and such.
He looked at her cauldron, her spell book, her cape, and felt out of touch.
Why had he never noticed these things about his grandma before?
He got off of her lap, got on his broomstick and he flew out the door.
You are a warlock, my little guy, his grandma said to his departing back.
So there is no need to be afraid of witches, my darling grandchild, my max.
I passed some brownstones on my walk
All set for Halloween,
And several had the scariest
Displays I’ve ever seen:
Evil-looking monsters,
Webs with spiders, huge and black;
Zombies looking like they’d love
To leap out and attack.
A ghostly bride with tattered gown,
A clown with moving eyes;
And ghouls and vampires waiting
For some souls to terrorize.
This wasn’t friendly child décor
But really scary stuff.
I think a smiling ghost and pumpkin
Might have been enough.
The obvious intention, though,
Was doubtlessly, to shock.
At night, I know that I would hate
To walk down such a block.
I miss the Halloween of old
And wish we could go back
To a time we’d have a little scare
And not a heart attack!
People are basically good~
many leaders are basically bad,
greedy, setting themselves above
God and His Heaven --
Most common folk love God
in their own private, decent ways;
respecting their fellow men
and women --
Then we have a phony press,
bought and paid for by devil
assassins consorting with vile
demons,
Satanic causes, falsely, righteously
defended – drag queen shows for
children...give my mind a rational
break!
Twisting straight truth toward
ruptured ends – invoking
personified versions of filth, those
commercial ghouls of Hollywood
and music, images and rhythms of
soul consuming violence – preachers
of gloom and doom no better! "A house
divided against itself..." --
Good men like Netanyahu
and Trump attempting to heal
humanity (yes, healing can mean
first cutting the cancer out!)
Were there no children in Sodom and Gomorrah?
Get real! Get your heads re-screwed on correctly!
While you ring your sanitized hands,
pontificating about conspiracies
you know nothing about, deem yourselves
blameless for...like those evil, you also destroy,
disillusion, with lased lips of doom and gloom,
secretly hoping situations worsen so to hasten
Christ’s Prophetic return -- pushing people further
from faith and not toward it – you preach love while
spewing hate, venom toward brothers
and sisters with sleeves rolled up, doing some
actual heavy lifting for the Greater Good –
Look in the mirror – the world is a reflection
of self.
It's that time of year the ghouls' are about
Dark clouds and a full moon now set the scene
Kids will knock my door, trick or treat they'll shout
I'll give them sweets so they don't think I'm mean.
Last Halloween I was not so lucky
Was too busy didn't answer my door
I dashed out my house, I was late for work
Trod on green slime they had put on the floor.
So when you go shopping buy lots of sweets
You do not want them thinking that you're mean
Then when the kids knock, hand over the treats
And light up their faces this Halloween.
Will be money well spent, take my advice
Green slime on your floor ,they will not think twice.
Written 2nd October 2018