Long Spooky Poems
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My heart is pounding in my chest real loud
The moment we met eye to eye in a crowd
Expressing myself in bizarre ways you don't understand
Obsessing with the past and I've lost my head in a long lost land
Mere frustration,
Taking advantage of me
Kill lamentation...
Rubble of trouble
Is what I tread on these days
I'm a grief puddle
Try to change me
Be careful, I might bite
I wanna be a part of your nightmares and haunt you with spooky glee
I might explode
Don't try my patience
Fighting an uphill battle
Racing with a thousand cattle
I'm not a good blood anymore
You are the mysterious island I explore
Speechless all the time
It's distressing honestly
Collecting gross grime
Forgiveness I need
I pray for humility
To get rid of greed
I cross my heart and I pray to God I'll be with you as long as I live
You keep telling me your insecurities and downfalls...and I'm submissive
I wear you in my memory like a tattoo on rough skin
Stay with me forever, I don't want this night to end - you're my friend and kin
I died a thousand times, trying to figure out my purpose in life
Tragedy in reverse cuts me like a jagged knife...tearing me into pieces of misery and strife
I need your sympathy and your inspiration right now
Life ain't easy, I get it, but I'm falling apart somehow
I look at you and you are the desire fire that begins to burn
Forgiveness is what you give me in return...I watch my oceans of tears churn
Is it my turn to be by your side when you're fading away?
You and I are drifting into our mindless fantasy
Faith and praise I owe
To God Most High, my Father
Who has gracious glow
Neglecting His Word -
I'm sorry I was in vain
I'm a caged-up bird
Diligence in prayer -
Haven't accomplished it yet
Angry...in error...
You walked away
You vanished suddenly
I lost the race today
Slowly, recharging my bravery
I didn't mean to start a riot
Compared to you, I'm nothing special
You were the warrior that was fought
While you're on your journey, I'll be standing tall
Pound to the rhythm of my heart
Pound to the rhythm
Pound to the rhythm of my heart
Trying to forget the shadows of you,
Deeling with fealings out of the blue
Deeling with fealings that are revealing my true colors...
My wild, reckless natures...it's hard to find emotional cures
On a night made of black sequined velvet
Missing perhaps more sequins
Than the years have managed to retain
The air smells of damp yellow leaves
Wisps of faux fog, dark chocolate
And late October rain
Oozings of lime green slime
And violent violet writhings
Under a strobing black light
And the orange glow of a face
Grinning with buck-toothed joy
Or slashed with jagged fright
Is that distant shout of “Trick or treat!”
Interrupting my jack-o’-lantern thoughts
Echoing outside of my head or in?
Is that the chill of childish nostalgia
Sweeping and creeping over me
Or the chill of the autumn wind?
Granny`s spooky house
My granny has a spooky house she has a spiders web
She keeps it in her room at night just above my bed.
I cannot take my eyes of it however hard I try
As it unwraps its prey from its shiny web and slowly eats a fly.
The spiders black and hairy with long and skinny legs
I’m sure when I fall asleep at night it crawls about my head.
She also has a cauldron it’s filled with poisonous gloop
But she says it`s for tomorrow as she’s making homemade soup.
I go to bed quite early but Granny stays up late
She`s downstairs eating fruitcake it`s like beasties on her plate.
Just as it turns midnight her cat comes to the room
It snuggles in the corner and sleeps on granny`s broom.
It` s coat is black and shiny its eyes are big and green
It`s claws are sharp and pointy the biggest that I've seen.
Then it starts to hiss and spit and getting up its hackles
And Granny starts to laugh at it just like a witches cackle.
Now she takes its collar of, it wears a silver bell
Then it falls asleep real quick just like she cast a spell.
My granny wears a pointed cap when she goes to bed
It looks just like a witches hat sitting on her head.
Her gown looks like a witches cloak when she hangs it up
And then she takes her teeth out and puts them in a cup.
And when the house is quiet and everyone`s asleep
The doors they start to crackle and the floors begin to creek.
The windows really draughty and the heating pipes are knocking
And the squeaky stairs out in the hall sounds just like someone talking.
There`s footsteps in the attic granny says it`s just a mouse
It`s really hard to sleep at night in granny`s spooky house.
But when I wake up in the morning and the sun is shining bright
I open up the curtains to let in all the light.
The cat is in the garden the spiders in its web
The doors don’t squeak and the floors don’t creek
And I`m snuggled up in bed.
Granny`s in the kitchen and I cannot hear the mouse
It`s in the attic sleeping in granny`s spooky house
One Halloween night I went for a coffee date,
and what arrived was a ghostly white lizard thing;
as I watched it approach me I lost my heart rate,
when it reached me I jumped up as if on a spring.
I ran home and was sure "it" was creeping behind,
and I trembled thinking of that thing undefined;
it was hideous, grotesque- not of humankind,
I heard it slurp or was that my unconscious mind.
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October 26, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Halloween Repulsive
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1297-990-26
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the standard contest, 8 lives of Spooky Rhyme
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 11/5/20
Second Place
You spot her passing under a streetlight
shining like a dazzling star in the night.
And you cannot take your eyes off of her,
everything else gets reduced to a blur.
She walks within shadows as she proceeds,
yet you follow hope wherever it leads.
And her beauty compels you to comply,
fueling thoughts that can make a man cry.
As the light dims, she merges with the dark,
and the scene starts looking spooky and stark.
And yet, you pursue her, despite your fear,
though your inhibitions summon a tear.
She turns around, and judging by her smile,
she must have known you were there for a while.
And her laugh penetrates your very soul,
yet you rush ahead, aware of the toll.
Holding hands with this Goddess of the night,
she offers you a kiss, easing your fright.
And as passions begin to boil and seethe,
you gasp and nearly forget how to breathe!
(Rhyme)
2/28/2017
that barn owl in the tree must know something,
quietly it looks, follows all night long,
looks from left, right, left.. like pendulum swing,
its ears pricked, is someone humming a song?
autumn leaves move about in the slow wind,
like wed pair in love frolicking a dance,
wind chime plays loud as the night rains rescind,
past me sails hint of jasmine, dare I glance?
wind keeps the tempo as thunder rolls on,
glass door is adorned in silver droplets,
autumn roses strewn right across the lawn,
do I hear someone with dancing anklets?
Dark was the night and eery at its best,
eyes saw nothing but knew was not alone,
to wedding of spirits, have I been guest?
mystery for me, could the owl have known?
2nd placement
Written 20/10/2023
rhyme abab 10 syllables each line
Tanya Kitchin sponsored
Spooky Halloween Rhyme, Poetry Contest
Never again will I get in a canoe
In the middle of a dark swamp if I only knew
My dog suddenly jumped out causing me to drop my oars
Why did he jump landing on the muddy bank on all fours
Oh no, now I see
Three alligators coming after me
What do I do, these reptile amputators
Showing their huge teeth, these ugly tail gators
This is why I will never, ever get in a canoe
In the middle of a swamp if I only knew
Oh my gosh such terrible stress
This scary story, the ending I will let you guess
Is this written by my ghost
Because I was the alligators breakfast toast
Oh I left out the fate of my dog please forgive
He was rescued and definitely did live
It all happened in one Sunday:
In the fourth week of the month of May,
After I went down that spooky lane,
And stopped by the head of the lion with mane.
It was just a figure in an old, old gate
Just like our old holiday home’s gate!
Still it wasn’t as nice: shiny and warming,
But indeed: it was dusty, and already rusting!
The rust had turned its black to brown,
And it was hard to open, shall I break it down?
But the creepers; they were over grown,
So I stepped on over them and jumped, on my own.
It was an old Victorian house with thick vegetation,
Vines running through the cracks built a perception:
To go in through the half open door,
Only to find the living room with a dusty floor.
The furniture was old, way too dusty,
The metals needed polish for they were all rusty.
The walls had moss, and cobwebs dangling,
I was so absorbed that I didn’t hear the door slamming.
I turned around to find the door was shut,
I heard the key turn and it was locked!
I looked through windows, but none was outside:
Which meant that I was trapped inside!
I forgot: by the gate there was a note to be noted:
And it read: ‘beware, this house is haunted!’
My heart stopped beating and my legs were shaking,
As someone grabbed my legs and began dragging!
I turned and saw nobody- I had lost my senses,
My mom was calling when I gained back my senses.
She said: “c’mon girl, let’s have a look
At your new school with a Victorian look.”
08/13/2018 (MM/DD/YYYY)
Contest- The haunted house poetry contest
Sponsored by- Dear Heart
My poor old grandpa, he’s my hero
Respect from grandma? Nigh on zero
She nags him rotten all the time
I’ll illustrate that point… in rhyme
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‘I’ll save you from ghosties,’ my grandpa once said
And grandma said, ‘Don’t put that stuff in his head.’
It’s spooky that ghosts are of people now dead
That night there were breathing sounds under my bed
That guttural breathing was making me scared
I should have looked but I just never dared
Grandpa said, ‘Glare back if ghosts ever stared.’
And gran said, ‘You wouldn’t say that if you cared.’
But what should I do when they’re under my bed
I kept thinking what would my grandpa have said
But grandma would say, ‘I should not be misled,’
and, ‘Grandpa should find a new subject instead.’
There’s breathing beneath me and I wipe a tear
Surely no ghosts could be so very near
But my grandpa managed to lessen my fear
His voice whispered, ‘Don’t tell your grandma I’m here.’
I was hurrying by the spooky house when the door creaked open.
Hopin' it was just my imagination, I hesitated a moment too long
for suddenly a creepy voice from inside beckoned me to enter...
I froze when a waft of cold air hit me and I heard words of a song...
Come inside, and we'll have a bit of lunch and a nice spot of tea
I shook my head in total disbelief and told my feet to move along
but they seemed to have a will of their own and didn't listen to me
What am I to do to escape the siren's call? To her I don't belong.
Just then it was I heard a murder of crows, flying low overhead
Another omen that I never should have chosen to walk this way
But then one flew close enough to me, and this is what it said,
"Leave your shoes behind and run...You'll be dead if you stay,"
I gulped and gasped and managed to get my feet to obey
I could feel the pulse of heart beating double time in my chest
The crows kept circling above while darkness was filling the day
I'll not become the victim of the house and be laid to rest!