Short Haunted House Poems
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The haunted house on the hill
Shift around at a moment's will
To draw in a crowd
Who's drunk and real loud
So they'll stumble in for the kill
Sweet but psycho,
drawn into the curve of that smile;
Oh those shudders,
dancing in fiery red high tops;
Still, her sign read ‘Haunted House.’
Ghostly choir of sounds
rattle frames in haunted house
on the edge of cliff!
Date : 28th December 2020
Contest : ‘Hi-Ku(4)’
Sponsor : Brian Strand
It was a Halloween moon so what did I do?
I went to a big "Haunted House".
''Nothing will scare me", thought I in my pride...
A BIG MAN IN...out came a mouse.
When chaos whirls like a merry go round in a haunted house, you have mastered the circus when you can stay calm.
Heidi Sands
2/11/25
(C)opyright
Going up the creaking steps.
Closer, closer.
Opening the creepy door.
Closer, closer.
Going too the second floor.
Closer, closer.
Opening the closet door.
BOO!
Helen Peever
Creepy Scary Haunted House
Form:
SHE SITS LIKE A WICKETY RICKETY SHREW
COBWEB ENCRUSTED - WAITING FOR YOU
RUSTED AND BUSTED WANTING TO CHEW,
COME ON IN, BUT DON'T SAY "BOO"
SHE'S HAUNTED, UNDAUNTED
UNWANTED, ITS TRUE...
frosty crunch to grass
potpourri warming noon sun
wide eyed angel-blue skies
pumpkins' glowing grins
kisses in tall cornfield maze
haunted house echoes with screams
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, October 5, 2014
creepy emojis
watched by entity
reflection in glass
spiritual essence
fast glimpses and blips
eerie feeling
ghostly visit
Victorian
velvet draperies
abandoned
disheveled
haunted house
gloomy
doomy
ghost
A lonely house behind the park,
The place is derelict and dark,
And shutters keep us out.
I picture inside bleak and stark,
With spectral dogs that howl and bark,
And ghosts that walk about.
Jack Horne for Constance’s Haunted House contest
They say it's only
Hocus Pocus but
Halloween is our focus
Haunted house creepy
Ghost what do you
Like the most
Enchanted broomstick
In the mist oh how
I wish October was here
Because anything You
Think of will Appear
The Phantom Is here
To give you a fright
Good night
A local shaman
sits still in a trance-like state,
attempting to drive a ghost
from a quaint haunted house.
An angry response - house trembling!
Date written: 05/21/2020
Happy Hee, a little witch found her forever home in the wilds of Tennessee
It is perfect for me she said, dancing and prancing, perfect for me.
She brought in her familiars, a frog, a crow, a raven, and a cat named Me.
They loved her haunted house and made some scrumptious pumpkin tea.
Haunted house on top of the hill
Scares many kids that sure walk by
Ghouls and ghosts make their display known
Deep inside this hold there’s all sorts
They moan and groan and carry on
Loud enough so many others may hear
They bring life of misery to all
Russell Sivey
In the old house a creak
We went in for a peek
The floor boards all squeak
A ghostly shriek
Makes my knees go weak
My futures looking bleak
I'm on a loosing streak
Please! no more hide and seek.
Name : Nick Bagnall
Contest : A Creepy, Scary Haunted House Poem, Please
7th place
Each day I stand within
this hollow auditorium filled
with skeletons of regret.
Each door opened reveals the
nightmares that lay hidden
behind pretty smiles
I travel on rocky pathways in a
search to find...ME
My Heart is a huanted house
forever filled with regrets of
my haunted memories
As thunder boomed and lightning flashed,
The rotting mansion seemed to speak;
The trembling pair, their eyes immense,
Began to shake with each new creak.
Decrepit timbers groaning then,
The pair agog, despite their boasts,
‘We have to stay and see it through.’
They couldn’t leave: they were its ghosts!
A Black Cat sat on mat in a haunted house
All on a sudden appeared a Macro Mouse.
Cat became afraid
and quickly fled.
A little louse entered with extra large spouse.
Accepting my costumed friends dare, I cautiously pushed through the weeds to the unlit dilapidate porch. Before I could knock, the door creaked open.
"Come on in.
We've been wait- ing for
you." Croaked the emaciated little girl with the basso profundo voice.
Something pushed me from behind ...
shadows reek of turpentine
scarlet-lettered trespass sign
fences dangle off the hinge
matted cobwebs festive fringe
spiders dance on abused toys
murderous crows' ghastly noise
unseen faces give you pause
rebel souls without a cause
unfriendly lot, wise be warned
you now living, the unmourned
leave us ghosts to haunt in peace
that your mind retains its lease
I snuck into a haunted house for the thrill:
to see for myself if any ghosts were there.
And like a warm breath, clinging to Winter's chill,
a foggy apparition appeared mid-air.
Though it dissipated, my fright lingered still;
fueling feelings of anguish and despair.
My curiosity soon morphed into fear,
on hearing a faint voice whisper in my ear.
Ghouly the Ghost walked at night,
His loud howls gave all a fright.
Until one day, he lost his voice.
It just happened, without a choice.
How can a ghost haunt if it can't wail,
To Ghouly, this was beyond the pale.
He wandered through this once haunted house
Aimless and timid, as a mouse.
Wondering where Ghouls who have had their day
Dwell hereafter or fade away.
PEEKING THROUGH THE KEYHOLE
Pretty puppy peeking through the keyhole.
Inside playing three kitten and one mole.
That was a haunted house.
Wandering macro mouse
chewing, relishing rotten mutton roll.
01/17/19
'SLAP THE MUSE AND TURN IT LOOSE' Contest by John Lawless
Too impassioned more forlornly flower, does the turning dais merit another brother from which hails the borderline snowy hail, that which emotes so white that one mistakes the ink for snowcones, the pen for flavor? I should only curse the forewarning of any haunted house the suitor exiled the forsworn blouse a billowing willow fades with time, time-travel indeed, two sick swines.
vociferous Vicky was a boisterous ghost
her sounds were loud and proud, just ask her host
clamorous drums were her instruments of choice
she frightened my cousins and my Aunt Joyce
Joyce had bought this haunted house “for fun”
these obstreperous sounds had her on the run
She wanted to move out and in with some of her kin
But we all said no, fearing we would let Vicky in.