Short Eery Poems

Eery pale
You stand together
In unison
You twirl your arms
Tall and strong
You spin forever
Our saving grace
You dance, wind farms...

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Warm days and cold nights
a clash of bucks rutting wild
snowflakes scent the wind.
 

Autumn paints the leaves
cascading colors tumble
crimson carpets stone.


Ripe for Halloween
an eery pumpkin patch gleams
the moon glows orange.



Written Oct.21, 2015 for "Autumn Haiku - Poetry Contest"....

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Villains of darkest night,
Vicious canines to bite,
Veinous blood target site,
Veiled they wander in white,
Voice eery to give fright,
Vultures watch from their heights,
Venture not within sight!!

Written 7/ May/ 2021

4th placement
7 lines 6 syllables each line with monorhyme
Kim Merryman sponsored
V Pleiades poetry contest...

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When Hugh and Ron got drunk together
and pissed a lake of mighty size,
their eery neighbor also spilled it
and let his eery waters rise.
By far superior was another
with depths of thirteen hundred feet.
His superiority was awesome
which Hugh, Ron, Eery couldn’t beat.
Below them lay Ontario Lago,
a bloke whose name is not much fun
because no matter how I turn it
I can’t create a lakey pun....

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The lighting- it was over-bright.
 
Oh, how I feared that eery glow!

The sky was luminous that night;

the lighting- it was over-bright.

And there it was!  Disk-shape in flight!

It spewed a neon lime-green flow!

The lighting- it was over-bright.

Oh, how I feared that eery glow!


June 15, 2016

Contest: Triolet - Old Or New
Sponsor: Joseph May
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My,
how the sun kisses the flesh of those beneath it
yet can burn them if they stay out for too long
My, 
How the wind makes noise 
As if singing an endearing, yet eery song
My, 
How the color red affects us
A shade of love yet also death
My,
How one can clame love
When later, they stand to regret
My, 
How the heart is so strong
Yet fragile all the same
My,
How such irony fills the world
and fate plays us like a game...

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The screech of claws scratching against my window,
The flickering beams of flashlights reflect into my haunted eyes,
The shivers creep down my spine with feeling of endless fear,
The sound of footsteps in darkness; so cold at night,
The hours become continuous as I begin to panic,
The eery surroundings find its target,
The blood poors heavily as I watch suffering pain,
The stains of deaths medallion forever lays;
 upon the victims pillow....

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