Short Snatchers Poems

Short Snatchers Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Snatchers by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Snatchers by length and keyword.


Premium Member they're here already

Trump slyly picked Fox eye catchers
His heinous doctrine dispatchers
That from seed pods hatched!
Are we now outmatched
Invaded by body snatchers?
Form: Limerick


The Last Music

they heard the faint strains
of 'Amazing Grace' playing
on Scottish bagpipes

static and then buzz
a new pod victim had left
a radio on...

***Invasion of the Body Snatchers (Re-make - 1978)
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Invasion of the Body Snatchers

The creepy crud
is out for blood
it takes you while you’re asleep.

The spore from space
is out of place
it makes you non-discreet


You do your best
but have to rest
you wake up with a new brain.

Lobotomied,
Can’t get surprised
wont get angry again.

Apr 13 2010

Acrostic THIRST

Acrostic THIRST

THIRST dances alone on the empty road
HUNGER steals breath while dust chokes every step
IN heat, the child crawls as the Nile shook
ROTTEN crumbs clutched tight from snatchers’ hands
SILENCE breaks when empty stomachs cry

Decoded message: Thirst steals childhood away
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Body Snatchers

ghouls lurk in shadows

   raking flesh of bloody lizards…

      evening's pulse throbs



beware, in moon’s hour

    kids scream through haze of barbed wires…

      doorknob’s lock  screeches


costumes rip on lanes

     as body snatchers appear

      on Hallow's death trap.



Carolyn Devonshire's Halloween Fright Contest
10/13/2020/em>
Form: Senryu


Premium Member Speaking of Riddles - Here's One

Fellow travelers, an itch I'd like to scratch with you:
  'His corpse was riddled with bullets' is a real head-scratcher.
Does it imply that either the corpse or the bullets were body-snatchers?

I know. I know. I'm supposed to picture lots of bullet holes in his corpse. 
  But why 'riddled?' What's the puzzle here?
I don't get it. Maybe you do. If so, please leave me a note, my dear.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Young Voices You May Hear

There are witches in black riding on their brooms. Vampires come out of their coffins at sunset. The mummies arise from death’s sleep in their tombs. Body snatchers search for victims they may get. There is no need to be afraid of these things. They come out for some once-a-year happenings. Up at your door, young voices yell “Trick or Treat”. Be ready with some candy for them to eat. Robert Pettit For Russell’s “Ultimate Halloween Contest” September 17, 2012
Form: Rispetto

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