Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd November 2020 9:44pm
WINNER
Zazzles (Broomie)
Zazzles (Broomie)
RUNNERS-UP:
wallyroo92
and HadesRising
Everything Halloween
Poetry Contest Description
Give me your best Halloween Poem.
Happy Halloween ya'll!!!!! It's about that time of the year again. My favorite holiday... This competition is gonna be a hit success. Give me your scariest, terrifying, look under my bed type Halloween poem you can imagine. The scarier and original piece the better. I don't care how long it is. You have 1 month to show me your horror. This piece must be freshly prepared nothing already used or previously written. Since anybody can write a poem without using rhymes I have to insist that whatever piece you come up with it must all rhyme!!! This competition will be based on creativity and will be judged by me pertaining to how much of the rules were followed and how creative your piece is. Please have fun and make me feel your terror. You may submit a maximum of 2 poems per poet.
Sweet Tooth
He wanders through the black
Hauling along his back
A skin woven-ramshackle sac
Adorned with teeth and roots fully intact
Spattered in blood and unholy soil
Prowling under an ambiguous moon
For the stench of his spoil
Camouflaged amongst the crowd
Eyeballing candy that’s chowed
So many intestines waiting to be cowed
The eager are savored at the peak they're endowed
He grimaces a smirk at the thought of their flesh
The selfish are so much more delectable when fresh
His mouth illuminates the holes in his teeth
Jagged sharp gristle contorts into a wreathe
Befouled carcasses of candy decay underneath
He closes his arsenal in an attempt to sheathe
Surveying his prey, he dislodges his eye
Shadowing his victim over the nebulous sky
Piece after piece of candy is shoveled
Down the gullet of a trap that’s been doubled
The kids' candy bag is suddenly anorexic
Vomiting trails of abused wrappers selected
Unaware his actions are infected
He convulses his stomach as if epileptic
“Would you have any more candy to share?”
A cold and eerie voice fractures the air
The kid rotates in fear
Unable to detect what’s there
“Fuck off, I ain’t got shit for you”
The kid trudges away pasting his eyes like glue
Keeping his feet on cue
As he scurries through the tinted hue
Owls hoot their warning
Crows coordinate their swarming
The kid becomes more vexed
Afraid of what might happen next
He falls flat on his face
A little piggy suffering disgrace
He shuffles to his feet inspecting his space
His only thought is escaping this place
“You shouldn’t have eaten all that candy you know
It was better to share than suffer this woe
Now it’s time you reaped what you sew
But not before I take what you owe”
The disembodied voice now reveals its form
A zombified kid rotted beyond recognizable form
He pummels his hand down the boy’s throat
Pulling out his stomach in its acidic coat
Candy fragments and blood erupt from the lining
As his intestines were fished out and saved for his dining
He ate the undigested candy that remained
Thriving off the obsession he sustained
He rips off the boy’s head keeping the spine intact
Tossing it into his skin woven-ramshackle sac
“Candy is meant to be shared, not eaten alone
For this gluttony, I shall feast on your bones
I roam through the darkness always unknown
In search of your candy even if you’re at home”
Sweet Tooth
He wanders through the black
Hauling along his back
A skin woven-ramshackle sac
Adorned with teeth and roots fully intact
Spattered in blood and unholy soil
Prowling under an ambiguous moon
For the stench of his spoil
Camouflaged amongst the crowd
Eyeballing candy that’s chowed
So many intestines waiting to be cowed
The eager are savored at the peak they're endowed
He grimaces a smirk at the thought of their flesh
The selfish are so much more delectable when fresh
His mouth illuminates the holes in his teeth
Jagged sharp gristle contorts into a wreathe
Befouled carcasses of candy decay underneath
He closes his arsenal in an attempt to sheathe
Surveying his prey, he dislodges his eye
Shadowing his victim over the nebulous sky
Piece after piece of candy is shoveled
Down the gullet of a trap that’s been doubled
The kids' candy bag is suddenly anorexic
Vomiting trails of abused wrappers selected
Unaware his actions are infected
He convulses his stomach as if epileptic
“Would you have any more candy to share?”
A cold and eerie voice fractures the air
The kid rotates in fear
Unable to detect what’s there
“Fuck off, I ain’t got shit for you”
The kid trudges away pasting his eyes like glue
Keeping his feet on cue
As he scurries through the tinted hue
Owls hoot their warning
Crows coordinate their swarming
The kid becomes more vexed
Afraid of what might happen next
He falls flat on his face
A little piggy suffering disgrace
He shuffles to his feet inspecting his space
His only thought is escaping this place
“You shouldn’t have eaten all that candy you know
It was better to share than suffer this woe
Now it’s time you reaped what you sew
But not before I take what you owe”
The disembodied voice now reveals its form
A zombified kid rotted beyond recognizable form
He pummels his hand down the boy’s throat
Pulling out his stomach in its acidic coat
Candy fragments and blood erupt from the lining
As his intestines were fished out and saved for his dining
He ate the undigested candy that remained
Thriving off the obsession he sustained
He rips off the boy’s head keeping the spine intact
Tossing it into his skin woven-ramshackle sac
“Candy is meant to be shared, not eaten alone
For this gluttony, I shall feast on your bones
I roam through the darkness always unknown
In search of your candy even if you’re at home”
Sweet Tooth
Whispers the Clown
A grotesque clown had been walking around town,
Down dark streets and poorly lighted alley ways,
But instead of a smile he had a big frown,
And then he seemed to disappear through a haze.
He’d walk around with balloons under a blood moon,
And you’d swear you could hear whispers in the air,
Whoever snapped his picture met an early doom,
When the clown found their homes and into their nightmares.
With each photograph there came an eerie laugh,
A ringtone embedded itself into their phones,
Texts would arrive reading like epitaphs,
With sounds of childish mnemonic giggles and groans.
At first you think this is just some creepy gaffe,
As a call comes in from a caller unknown,
A raspy voice whispers “you took my photograph”,
And then you can feel a chill right in your bones.
You’d lie in bed thinking it’s all in your head,
But then none of your friends pick up the phone,
Images of serrated smiles and living dead,
Fill your screen as if it knows that you’re home alone.
With strategy you remove the battery,
But then the texts and calls keep coming through,
Then you feel your eyes start to get watery,
When a figure appears on your television too.
You throw your device with all your might at the screen,
But this only makes the image a bit clearer,
Your body shakes and it feels like you want to scream,
Then you see him behind you in the mirror.
When he giggles his shoulders move up and down,
Bearing filed teeth yellow with nicotine stains,
“Hi there” he says softly “It’s Whispers the Clown”,
Holding a rusty machete and a long chain.
You wake up screaming tied to a hospital bed,
Holding tightly in your hand a red clown nose,
While the psych ward nurse says: “it’s all in your head”,
As you hear Whispers behind her “yes, but a clown knows”.
So, the next time you drive down a dark lonely street,
And you see a clown, please don’t take his photograph,
Just wave and smile and enjoy your Halloween treats,
Or else you’ll hear Whispers’ uncontrollable laugh.
Written by wallyroo92
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Horror in the shadows
As the day just rubs its eye
and forebodings ever cluster
and hush; did i hear a strangled cry
the smell of dank decaying fester
Toll the church bell, ringing the escort
bones creaking like old rusted doors
with limbs all twisted and contort
the flesh alive and full of sores
Writhing with worms in every pore
decay, its stench pervades and chokes
the phantoms with grotesque allure
stumble, shuffle; is this a hoax ?
And suddenly the green lit glow
a swarm of beetles issue forth
iridescence alive in each hollow
its blood and pulse a living force
Flies trapped in a thicket of spiders web
is this the edge of hell and heaven
spooks, disembodied generations all inbreed
like hairy spiders all unshaven
Dank black caves, dark mouths that open
maggots crawling
halo's of black bats, is this the omen
the night is nigh for the appalling
From the grave, white bones alight
shake the dirt to seek the night
they are the unseen horrors lurking near
the virus that instils such fear
Rampant Covid 19 a painful death
rigors as you gasp for breath
laughing as it hugs you close
this Halloween will be its host
Dark poetry repeats and repeats
the Nightmare come and never sleep
the open book of walking grief
not placated ever, sing the whitened sheet
and forebodings ever cluster
and hush; did i hear a strangled cry
the smell of dank decaying fester
Toll the church bell, ringing the escort
bones creaking like old rusted doors
with limbs all twisted and contort
the flesh alive and full of sores
Writhing with worms in every pore
decay, its stench pervades and chokes
the phantoms with grotesque allure
stumble, shuffle; is this a hoax ?
And suddenly the green lit glow
a swarm of beetles issue forth
iridescence alive in each hollow
its blood and pulse a living force
Flies trapped in a thicket of spiders web
is this the edge of hell and heaven
spooks, disembodied generations all inbreed
like hairy spiders all unshaven
Dank black caves, dark mouths that open
maggots crawling
halo's of black bats, is this the omen
the night is nigh for the appalling
From the grave, white bones alight
shake the dirt to seek the night
they are the unseen horrors lurking near
the virus that instils such fear
Rampant Covid 19 a painful death
rigors as you gasp for breath
laughing as it hugs you close
this Halloween will be its host
Dark poetry repeats and repeats
the Nightmare come and never sleep
the open book of walking grief
not placated ever, sing the whitened sheet
Written by slipalong
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Sex_on_the_Joe said:Sweet Tooth
He wanders through the black
Hauling along his back
A skin woven-ramshackle sac
Adorned with teeth and roots fully intact
Spattered in blood and unholy soil
Prowling under an ambiguous moon
For the stench of his spoil
Camouflaged amongst the crowd
Eyeballing candy that’s chowed
So many intestines waiting to be cowed
The eager are savored at the peak they're endowed
He grimaces a smirk at the thought of their flesh
The selfish are so much more delectable when fresh
His mouth illuminates the holes in his teeth
Jagged sharp gristle contorts into a wreathe
Befouled carcasses of candy decay underneath
He closes his arsenal in an attempt to sheathe
Surveying his prey, he dislodges his eye
Shadowing his victim over the nebulous sky
Piece after piece of candy is shoveled
Down the gullet of a trap that’s been doubled
The kids' candy bag is suddenly anorexic
Vomiting trails of abused wrappers selected
Unaware his actions are infected
He convulses his stomach as if epileptic
“Would you have any more candy to share?”
A cold and eerie voice fractures the air
The kid rotates in fear
Unable to detect what’s there
“Fuck off, I ain’t got shit for you”
The kid trudges away pasting his eyes like glue
Keeping his feet on cue
As he scurries through the tinted hue
Owls hoot their warning
Crows coordinate their swarming
The kid becomes more vexed
Afraid of what might happen next
He falls flat on his face
A little piggy suffering disgrace
He shuffles to his feet inspecting his space
His only thought is escaping this place
“You shouldn’t have eaten all that candy you know
It was better to share than suffer this woe
Now it’s time you reaped what you sew
But not before I take what you owe”
The disembodied voice now reveals its form
A zombified kid rotted beyond recognizable form
He pummels his hand down the boy’s throat
Pulling out his stomach in its acidic coat
Candy fragments and blood erupt from the lining
As his intestines were fished out and saved for his dining
He ate the undigested candy that remained
Thriving off the obsession he sustained
He rips off the boy’s head keeping the spine intact
Tossing it into his skin woven-ramshackle sac
“Candy is meant to be shared, not eaten alone
For this gluttony, I shall feast on your bones
I roam through the darkness always unknown
In search of your candy even if you’re at home”
Sweet Tooth
Brilliant
He wanders through the black
Hauling along his back
A skin woven-ramshackle sac
Adorned with teeth and roots fully intact
Spattered in blood and unholy soil
Prowling under an ambiguous moon
For the stench of his spoil
Camouflaged amongst the crowd
Eyeballing candy that’s chowed
So many intestines waiting to be cowed
The eager are savored at the peak they're endowed
He grimaces a smirk at the thought of their flesh
The selfish are so much more delectable when fresh
His mouth illuminates the holes in his teeth
Jagged sharp gristle contorts into a wreathe
Befouled carcasses of candy decay underneath
He closes his arsenal in an attempt to sheathe
Surveying his prey, he dislodges his eye
Shadowing his victim over the nebulous sky
Piece after piece of candy is shoveled
Down the gullet of a trap that’s been doubled
The kids' candy bag is suddenly anorexic
Vomiting trails of abused wrappers selected
Unaware his actions are infected
He convulses his stomach as if epileptic
“Would you have any more candy to share?”
A cold and eerie voice fractures the air
The kid rotates in fear
Unable to detect what’s there
“Fuck off, I ain’t got shit for you”
The kid trudges away pasting his eyes like glue
Keeping his feet on cue
As he scurries through the tinted hue
Owls hoot their warning
Crows coordinate their swarming
The kid becomes more vexed
Afraid of what might happen next
He falls flat on his face
A little piggy suffering disgrace
He shuffles to his feet inspecting his space
His only thought is escaping this place
“You shouldn’t have eaten all that candy you know
It was better to share than suffer this woe
Now it’s time you reaped what you sew
But not before I take what you owe”
The disembodied voice now reveals its form
A zombified kid rotted beyond recognizable form
He pummels his hand down the boy’s throat
Pulling out his stomach in its acidic coat
Candy fragments and blood erupt from the lining
As his intestines were fished out and saved for his dining
He ate the undigested candy that remained
Thriving off the obsession he sustained
He rips off the boy’s head keeping the spine intact
Tossing it into his skin woven-ramshackle sac
“Candy is meant to be shared, not eaten alone
For this gluttony, I shall feast on your bones
I roam through the darkness always unknown
In search of your candy even if you’re at home”
Sweet Tooth
Brilliant
