Poetry competition CLOSED 18th November 2012 10:16am
WINNER
AlexnEmoLand (RevolutionOfAlex)
AlexnEmoLand (RevolutionOfAlex)
RUNNERS-UP:
drivelicious13
and shaunda
Horror Rhymes
Anonymous
5's not too young
Ring o ring o rosezy,
the sickle through your headzy.
blood blood squirt squirt,
you, my dear, are deadzy
Ring o ring o rosezy,
the sickle through your headzy.
blood blood squirt squirt,
you, my dear, are deadzy
The Mansion
Gather around
all children
then follow me
there's someone
who'd love to meet you
who could it be ?
Surprises
are exciting
I think that , you'd agree
when we go inside
that mansion
well , you'll see .
The door has slammed
lighting now forks
nobody's around
but you hear death talk
yes that's me
I am the man
with a sickle
and sharp teeth
glad you called around .
Gather around
all children
then follow me
there's someone
who'd love to meet you
who could it be ?
Surprises
are exciting
I think that , you'd agree
when we go inside
that mansion
well , you'll see .
The door has slammed
lighting now forks
nobody's around
but you hear death talk
yes that's me
I am the man
with a sickle
and sharp teeth
glad you called around .
Run Kids Run!
Darkness, darkness.
Glowing eyes in the distance.
Run little ones.
Or your going to get it.
It crashes throught the forest.
Breaking all thats in his way.
Run little kids or your going to pay.
It making howls and it also growls.
It runs out in the open.
Teeth glowing and mouth open.
Ready to feast on little ones.
They scream as they try to run.
The beast pounces.
And look he's got one.
Run kids run.
Blood in his mouth as he lets out a growl.
The kids scream.
But he finds it fun.
As he growls again it will be over soon.
Ripping him appart he takes off for
his next victim.
Run kids run.
Its too late as he finishes his last bite.
Dark Lady Of the Tides
(Some of this was taken from a story I am in the process of writing. Meant to be read/said aloud very sing-songy.)
One dark witch
fell in a well,
her head is broken
and her soul's in Hell.
Some dark night
cold-cold spells seep up from the ground,
Dead-Pan Annie's
coming back to town.
Don't you cry too loud
in the dead of night,
the dark lady of the tides
will be coming in the full-moon's light.
(Some of this was taken from a story I am in the process of writing. Meant to be read/said aloud very sing-songy.)
One dark witch
fell in a well,
her head is broken
and her soul's in Hell.
Some dark night
cold-cold spells seep up from the ground,
Dead-Pan Annie's
coming back to town.
Don't you cry too loud
in the dead of night,
the dark lady of the tides
will be coming in the full-moon's light.
Of Ticking and Tocking
Tick toc
Tick toc
Comes the sound
Of the chirping clock.
To the midnight hour springs.
Where whirling thoughts are darker things.
Tic toc.
Tic toc.
Runs the hour down to stop.
To a time with no lock.
Where all the ghosts and demons plot.
Tick toc
Tick toc
Comes the sound
Of the chirping clock.
But there is no clock within this house.
And silence silence as the mouse.
Tick toc
Tick toc
Comes the sound
Of the chirping clock.
To the midnight hour springs.
Where whirling thoughts are darker things.
Tic toc.
Tic toc.
Runs the hour down to stop.
To a time with no lock.
Where all the ghosts and demons plot.
Tick toc
Tick toc
Comes the sound
Of the chirping clock.
But there is no clock within this house.
And silence silence as the mouse.
Little Bo Creep
Little Bo Creep waits for you to sleep.
She wants to set you free.
Her wolves will come and when they’re done,
there’ll be nothing left to see.
So sleep child, dream of things wild,
and wait for the shepherdess’ call.
Don’t worry your head, you’ll soon be quite dead.
Another trophy for Little Bo’s wall.
Little Bo Creep waits for you to sleep.
She wants to set you free.
Her wolves will come and when they’re done,
there’ll be nothing left to see.
So sleep child, dream of things wild,
and wait for the shepherdess’ call.
Don’t worry your head, you’ll soon be quite dead.
Another trophy for Little Bo’s wall.
