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Sex_on_the_Joe
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Poetry Contest

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 voted amongst your peers. Please have fun and make me feel your terror.  You may submit a maximum of 2 poems per poet.

Sex_on_the_Joe
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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

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Great comp!  Ill be back...

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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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My piece Sweet Tooth is not a submission just a sample piece..

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Thank you Wallyroo 92 for the first submission to o kick off this Everything Halloween competition..

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Bag full

Just look at them preparing for my favorite time of year
I just can't believe that Halloween is almost fucking here
But Santa wont be bringing me shit, I've gotta go out and get my own
Grab motherfuckers by their their throats ripping and tearing out their backbone

Hahaha, look at them picking out their costumes and fucking mask
This allows me to hide among them, making light of my task
The fucking fridge and freezer are both empty. I want some pickled pussy again
Some smoked ribs and butts, I want to make chicharrones with the skins

Just lure their ass over for a party or just wait for the doorbell to ring
Wait until their backs are turnt or just straight up do the fucking thing
Take all of my pain and aggression out on their ass
Everything will be used even the skin stuck to the insideof their mask

Take those hearts and livers and add that shit to the sausage meat
Serve up the rest of the entrails raw, you know my dogs have to eat
I'll watch as they eat those bloody guts, smiling from ear to fucking ear
I also fed the the nose, eyes, and ears, so they could smell, see, and hear

All dicks belong to them, but titties and pussies belong in jars
I remember every incision that I made with the scapel to fill those jars
The sweet fucking screams as the blood sprayed everywhere
I shaved every inch of their bodies and packaged them away with care

I get a fucking rush that makes me so fucking high
As the scapel slowly inches through their flesh, there's a look in their eyes
It's the look of the ultimate pain, the look of a honest conversation with death
Of finally succumbing to me and giving me their very last breath

The fridge and the freezer are both full, and so am I
I feel at ease watching the little tricksters as the rest of Halloween passes by
They'll never realize how lucky they were tonight, shit I think that karma's corrupt
As I raised from the front stoop going back inside to finish cleaning the blood up
  
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I_IS_ME
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Trapped

You see that old house up on that hill, let's take that shit
Fucking ski mask and gloves, move with stealth, let's break that bitch
Bring your fucking tools, just in case there's any resistance
My boys aren't afraid to put in that work if there's any resistance

Simple in through a broken window, first floor and back of the house
Nothing in this bitch better not move, not even a fucking mouse
It's so dam dark you can dam near cut chunks out of the air
The house smells like maggot pussy, with spider webs hanging everywhere

We can't do this shit in the dark, Wavy use your lighter and hit the lights
With that first fucking flicker, my boys dam near took flight
But the smell of money is up in here, never mind the dead bodies with head off
I told everybody to stop being soft, we're searching this bitch from the cellar to the loft

Double L stepped in something slippery and went down in some intestines
I told his ass to get up or he could try stuffing them back in
Fucking body parts nailed to the walls, heads scalped lying every fucking where
A punch bowl full of blood placed in the center of the table as if with care

Just look at those fingers and toes floating around on the top
There's a scratching in the walls with heavy breathing that made everyone's heart stop
But we gotta get this money, let's start in the attic and work our way back down
My crew is fast but thorough, bagging everything of value found

This shit isn't even hidden, money and jewelry fucking lying right there
Furs of all kinds thrown around like shedding from pet hair
Some even had the whole bloody torso wearing them
In the bathrooms were tubs of pussies and dicks covered in blood and cum

As we worked our way back down, the scratching and breathing was joined by steps
Wavy and Double L said, "let's get the fuck outta here and quiet is kept"
But I know the payoff is in the cellar, it's giving me a fucking raging hard on
I opened the cellar door and told those bitches to come on

The noises got louder as we descended, stair after stair
There was light at the bottom, we could see someone moving around down there
The boys pulled out there tools, we might have to work for this last little bit
But what we saw when we hit the cellar floor was just like taking a hit

There she was in a Babydoll Teddy, just climbing out of her coffin
without looking in our direction, in a raspy voice, she asked, "do yall come here often  
This bitch was to fucking fine, even with the fangs and smelling of dirt
The only thing that we could think of was how to make that pussy hurt

She licked her fangs and bent over, showing a thong climbing up her ass
We all agreed to play this shit out, take our time, and make this shit last
We took turns getting our dicks sucked, then triple teamed her ass
All three holes filled and pounding away as realization came at last

She was the most valuable thing in this whole fucking place
No one made it out alive unless she got a fucking taste
We continued fucking through out the night, well into the morning
When we decided to leave, she was back in her coffin and the bitch was snoring

As we walked back through the house it was clean and our loot was by the door
There was a note in the punch bowl on the table a demanding offer for more
She said, "thanks for the sex and I gave each of you blood draining bites"
She said,"please don't try leaving the house, I'll fuck you all again tonight"        
Written by I_IS_ME
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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 Nighmare come and never sleep
the open book of walking grief
not placated ever, with a sweet
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thank you I_Is_Me for your entry

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thank you slipalong for your entry

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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

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Thank you Zazzles.. It's so good to hear from you again..

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Sex_on_the_Joe said:Thank you Zazzles.. It's so good to hear from you again..
Thanks nice to see you too my friend 🤗

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Revenge

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