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Haunted House
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about the best haunted house you've ever been to, if you haven't been to one write one on your own imaginataion
Little late in the season
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oh well
so yeah
try to keep it a medium length
eight entries per poet
have fun
collabs allowed
http://blogs.dallasobserver.com/sportatorium/Haunted%20House.jpg
...
oh well
so yeah
try to keep it a medium length
eight entries per poet
have fun
collabs allowed
http://blogs.dallasobserver.com/sportatorium/Haunted%20House.jpg
Anonymous
Do Nazi death-camps count?
NecrophiliacVegan said:[quote-140871-Haruhi888]...
let me think
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Nothing more haunted on this Earth than the aftermath left in Chelmno.. that place was horrifically peaceful..[/quote]
*dramatically sighs* fffffffffiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeee
you can post about the nazi work camps or whatever
let me think
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Nothing more haunted on this Earth than the aftermath left in Chelmno.. that place was horrifically peaceful..[/quote]
*dramatically sighs* fffffffffiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeee
you can post about the nazi work camps or whatever
Be quiet! He sleeps...
This monster in a heap
Of bagy flesh and rotted bones,
Yet still he dares to breath.
As if he were
Among us living things.
Pass him by, before he wakes.
Least we provide,
A new body part to stake.
Don't scream or grab my back.
In front of you I brave,
But so far away is your sound,
Ans such big hands can't be found,
Upon your little body.
Gone.
This monster in a heap
Of bagy flesh and rotted bones,
Yet still he dares to breath.
As if he were
Among us living things.
Pass him by, before he wakes.
Least we provide,
A new body part to stake.
Don't scream or grab my back.
In front of you I brave,
But so far away is your sound,
Ans such big hands can't be found,
Upon your little body.
Gone.
A night with my friends, a moment to remember
For we walked upon this house in the middle of december
Broken down and in pieces we knew it to be inhabitated
Not by those of the living, but those lost in an accident
For the building looked burnt down, black and grotesque
But we all still walked in none the less
To see a picture of a woman right in the doorway
That's face turned all red, and screamed as if part of its forte
Most of my friends turned around and left
As I walked forward, for I was deft
The staircase I walked up seemed to creak as I went
Till the top step collapsed, impeding my ascent
So I changed my direction, and headed toward the kitchen
That was covered in blood, a very deep crimson
Why this looked fresh was of nothing but a surprise
Till I asked a question outloud, and was given a reply
I knife levitated into the air, and pointed directly at me
Where my first reaction was to stepback, turnaround and flee
Running as fast as I could, I had made it out the door
From which I had slammed behind me, and would never explore
This house in the dark, on this cold december night
Had left a frightful expression on me, at its very sight
For this house that had been occupied by those not living
Kept close watch on those who entered, with hate and misforgiving
For we walked upon this house in the middle of december
Broken down and in pieces we knew it to be inhabitated
Not by those of the living, but those lost in an accident
For the building looked burnt down, black and grotesque
But we all still walked in none the less
To see a picture of a woman right in the doorway
That's face turned all red, and screamed as if part of its forte
Most of my friends turned around and left
As I walked forward, for I was deft
The staircase I walked up seemed to creak as I went
Till the top step collapsed, impeding my ascent
So I changed my direction, and headed toward the kitchen
That was covered in blood, a very deep crimson
Why this looked fresh was of nothing but a surprise
Till I asked a question outloud, and was given a reply
I knife levitated into the air, and pointed directly at me
Where my first reaction was to stepback, turnaround and flee
Running as fast as I could, I had made it out the door
From which I had slammed behind me, and would never explore
This house in the dark, on this cold december night
Had left a frightful expression on me, at its very sight
For this house that had been occupied by those not living
Kept close watch on those who entered, with hate and misforgiving
Akuma
evilness crawls from beneath the door
spirits rise from underneath the floor.
puppets sing,dance and play
while Akuma sets in his throne all day.
the undead creeps to find you scared ,
devouring your body they did not spare.
while witches and gobblens open your tomb,
in my life everybodys doom.
Creatures scratch on thee beloved face,
haunting your dreams in every place.
he sets
in smile that evil glare,
do you understand the words i share.
Subete no aku wa watashi to honshitsu-tekina tejun wa mondai oh teiji shinaide nigeru koto ga arimasu....
Kuji
Kuji
Kuji!!!!
-kumiko Yamamoto
evilness crawls from beneath the door
spirits rise from underneath the floor.
puppets sing,dance and play
while Akuma sets in his throne all day.
the undead creeps to find you scared ,
devouring your body they did not spare.
while witches and gobblens open your tomb,
in my life everybodys doom.
Creatures scratch on thee beloved face,
haunting your dreams in every place.
he sets
in smile that evil glare,
do you understand the words i share.
Subete no aku wa watashi to honshitsu-tekina tejun wa mondai oh teiji shinaide nigeru koto ga arimasu....
Kuji
Kuji
Kuji!!!!
-kumiko Yamamoto
Gothic Scene
Beneath gas lamps
black night skies
to eary sounds
of distant cries.
We walk streets
cobbled stones
through darkened alleys'
squalid zones.
In candle light
misery strains
through smudged glass
of dirty pains
from lonely rooms
in dancing light
that calls out
into the night.
A lack of hope
in darkened shame
black of night
in cold and rain
drips from eaves
to an icicle morning.
Clear and cold
and pointing down
austere spikes
hang down
as rods or bars
in front of pain class windows.
Beneath gas lamps
black night skies
to eary sounds
of distant cries.
We walk streets
cobbled stones
through darkened alleys'
squalid zones.
In candle light
misery strains
through smudged glass
of dirty pains
from lonely rooms
in dancing light
that calls out
into the night.
A lack of hope
in darkened shame
black of night
in cold and rain
drips from eaves
to an icicle morning.
Clear and cold
and pointing down
austere spikes
hang down
as rods or bars
in front of pain class windows.
The Haunting
The house was decrepit, and had shutters bent off the side.
With a thick air, and a dense fog making it very mysterious.
Surrounded with oak tree’s, housing many black crows,
This house I was staying in had survived many blows.
Walking up to the building I thought I saw a person,
Staring at me through the windows, with a smile on its face.
There were no eyes, and it was outlined in white
But vanished as if not there giving me a very quick fright.
Opening the door, I walked into a wall of cobwebs.
Causing me panic for a moment, I re-collected myself.
The air in the room was musty, a smell very unpleasant,
Closing the door behind me I was disgusted by this development.
My fear for spiders was of more concern, than the presence
That I had felt since I entered the room.
Murderous intentions could be felt from the top of the stairs
Giving me the sensation that the room was full of invisible glares.
The floor boards were infested by termites and insects alike,
And the paint covering the walls was peeling down the wall line.
As the wind from the outside made a whistling against the windows,
There were no live flowers in the house only wilted primrose.
Each step in the house made an unbearable creaking,
That displaced my thoughts of any superstition.
Coldness swept the room as day turned to night,
I found myself without sleep and putting up a fight.
Weariness swept over my body leaving me very unbearable,
To the sudden sensation I had felt touching my very shoulder.
I turned around and saw nothing to connect me to that feeling,
But the laughter of a child and a very scary screaming.
Startled, and deaf by the noise so close to my ear
I ran away from my spot, and scurried down the hallway.
Pitch dark as it was, I walked on as slowly as possible
Keeping sight of where I was, and staying very watchful.
Going through my pockets I pulled out a lighter
Lighting up the hallway I was confronted by disaster.
The silhouette of a woman drenched in red
With eyes darker than black, leaving me speechless and frozen in her stead.
Pulling out a knife, and turning her head a full 360 degrees
I retreated from the hallway, and ran back toward the stairs.
As quickly as possible going up I made sure not to look back,
And be caught by that woman who was ready to attack.
There was a door at the very top of the stairs off to the right
That I had tried to open, and was upsettingly locked.
Rushing to the next I opened it, locking myself inside,
Leaving myself scared and completely horrified.
The woman had passed my door, for the sound had kept down the hallway
As I tried to find a way out without letting myself be noticed.
Taking my back from the door, and looking into the room,
It was suddenly filled with the aroma of a very sweet perfume.
Nauseated by the smell, My eyes were beginning to water
and out the corner of my eye there was a child standing in the corner.
Fearing what was to come I slowly opened the door,
And the child began to scream running at me across the floor.
No moment to lose I made my way out the door,
Just to find myself confronting the woman who smiled at my torture.
Down the stairs and out the door I shouted in the middle of the night,
For this house welcomed all who entered with very little delight.
Down the road and to my car I quickly went on my way
To a house filled with light to tell the story of this night I had to partake.
A man such as myself who was such a non-believer
Became a man consumed with horror when in the dark, to show
The world that ghosts are real and don’t always disembark.
The house was decrepit, and had shutters bent off the side.
With a thick air, and a dense fog making it very mysterious.
Surrounded with oak tree’s, housing many black crows,
This house I was staying in had survived many blows.
Walking up to the building I thought I saw a person,
Staring at me through the windows, with a smile on its face.
There were no eyes, and it was outlined in white
But vanished as if not there giving me a very quick fright.
Opening the door, I walked into a wall of cobwebs.
Causing me panic for a moment, I re-collected myself.
The air in the room was musty, a smell very unpleasant,
Closing the door behind me I was disgusted by this development.
My fear for spiders was of more concern, than the presence
That I had felt since I entered the room.
Murderous intentions could be felt from the top of the stairs
Giving me the sensation that the room was full of invisible glares.
The floor boards were infested by termites and insects alike,
And the paint covering the walls was peeling down the wall line.
As the wind from the outside made a whistling against the windows,
There were no live flowers in the house only wilted primrose.
Each step in the house made an unbearable creaking,
That displaced my thoughts of any superstition.
Coldness swept the room as day turned to night,
I found myself without sleep and putting up a fight.
Weariness swept over my body leaving me very unbearable,
To the sudden sensation I had felt touching my very shoulder.
I turned around and saw nothing to connect me to that feeling,
But the laughter of a child and a very scary screaming.
Startled, and deaf by the noise so close to my ear
I ran away from my spot, and scurried down the hallway.
Pitch dark as it was, I walked on as slowly as possible
Keeping sight of where I was, and staying very watchful.
Going through my pockets I pulled out a lighter
Lighting up the hallway I was confronted by disaster.
The silhouette of a woman drenched in red
With eyes darker than black, leaving me speechless and frozen in her stead.
Pulling out a knife, and turning her head a full 360 degrees
I retreated from the hallway, and ran back toward the stairs.
As quickly as possible going up I made sure not to look back,
And be caught by that woman who was ready to attack.
There was a door at the very top of the stairs off to the right
That I had tried to open, and was upsettingly locked.
Rushing to the next I opened it, locking myself inside,
Leaving myself scared and completely horrified.
The woman had passed my door, for the sound had kept down the hallway
As I tried to find a way out without letting myself be noticed.
Taking my back from the door, and looking into the room,
It was suddenly filled with the aroma of a very sweet perfume.
Nauseated by the smell, My eyes were beginning to water
and out the corner of my eye there was a child standing in the corner.
Fearing what was to come I slowly opened the door,
And the child began to scream running at me across the floor.
No moment to lose I made my way out the door,
Just to find myself confronting the woman who smiled at my torture.
Down the stairs and out the door I shouted in the middle of the night,
For this house welcomed all who entered with very little delight.
Down the road and to my car I quickly went on my way
To a house filled with light to tell the story of this night I had to partake.
A man such as myself who was such a non-believer
Became a man consumed with horror when in the dark, to show
The world that ghosts are real and don’t always disembark.
Haunted house from long ago,
I live in one, used to be terrified,
Thinking a monster will eat my soul
The fact is I'm crazy,
There's
no
such
thing
as
anything
haunted
and so I went to bed content,
and I do every night,
because even if I do die,
At least I won't be prepared.
I live in one, used to be terrified,
Thinking a monster will eat my soul
The fact is I'm crazy,
There's
no
such
thing
as
anything
haunted
and so I went to bed content,
and I do every night,
because even if I do die,
At least I won't be prepared.
The Haunted House
I walked through the front door,
that clown jumps out at me..
i scream..
walking down corridors,
and up the stares..
to realise this isnt a kake one,
this is reall.
i see the gohsts,
all around me..
flying in every direction.
the m ummys are chasing me,
they want to live again.
the clowns are hiding,
and jumping out at me..
i find a quiet room,
im crying,
im scared..
i want to just be saved..
I walked through the front door,
that clown jumps out at me..
i scream..
walking down corridors,
and up the stares..
to realise this isnt a kake one,
this is reall.
i see the gohsts,
all around me..
flying in every direction.
the m ummys are chasing me,
they want to live again.
the clowns are hiding,
and jumping out at me..
i find a quiet room,
im crying,
im scared..
i want to just be saved..
