Poetry competition CLOSED 7th November 2011 3:06am
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JackyIdkk (J. Payan)
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Creepy Halloween Competition 2011

Pravus
Thought Provoker
United States 7awards
Joined 5th Oct 2011
Forum Posts: 206

normally i would compete but there are to many good poems on here any way so good luck to all those who are entered

TheAngelWhoFell
Thought Provoker
United States 1awards
Joined 13th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 177

"Trick or Treat",
I answer my door.
Kids in cute costumes,
out to explore.
A ladybug, a ghost and a fair madin.
Raidiadnt,
glowing,
little children.
Lolly pops.
Chocolet bars.
Popcorn balls.
There you are.
Eat them now,
do as your told.
My work begains,
when the bell tolls.
Aw the princess,
sound asleep.
found her lying
in the street.
Should have waited,
till she got home.
To eat her Candy Corn.
In my arms,
Shes verry small.
Her tiny hands
and little feet.
Hopefully its enough meat.
I scour the streets,
I find one more.
The larger ghost,
Found him against a lightpost.
Now the night,
is 1/3 over.
Both the bodies,
I now cover.
I take them home,
To smother.
Chop them up,
into bite size pices.
I hope no one misses,
them.
About 300 select bits,
I place them on,
wooden sticks.
Dip them in,
Milk chocolet.
They will be sweet.
On Halloween,
I choses Treat.

Karrabear
Question
Fire of Insight
United States 7awards
Joined 29th Aug 2009
Forum Posts: 416

Missing Persons

Inside the house,
Evil lurks.
You know the one,
that big one down the street,
with is tall four floors,
dark painted doors,
shattered shingles
and busted windows,
bare striped tress,
and creaky floors.
Where the wind howls
for you to run,
and the grass is permanently dead,
where it's dark brown roof,
frowns over your head.
And up in the attic,
you know someone sees you.
Trick or Treat.
Knock on the door.
Didn't anyone elver tell you?
It's haunted for sure!
Trick or Treat.
It's just a spook,
some angry old geezer,
who hates little kids.
But didn't you know?
Little Tim has gone missing!
And little Susy and Ellie,
and Jack and Mark.
When was that?
Some years back.
Trick or Treat.
The door creaks,
the house is alive!
It howls and fright.
Its aura is dangerous,
don't stand and run!
It's just a house...

Little Sammy is added,
to Missing Persons.

JackyIdkk
J. Payan
Twisted Dreamer
United States 3awards
Joined 11th Mar 2011
Forum Posts: 69

HALLOWEEN NIGHT

Spirits rise up from their graves
Ready to scare the faint hearted
Others go with the crowds to blend in
And some wander without a direction 

Children run up and down the street 
Screaming and laughing while collecting treats
Witches ghouls and zombies
Roam with their mommies

In the distance
Skeletons dance around 
Rattling their bones 
Witches laugh with their pet crows
Zombies feast a delicious meal
Eyes intestines and arms 
Wolves howl to the moon 
And vampires drink their wines with their pointy tooth 

Magic and fear fill the air
Everything is fun and everyone gets a good scare
The coolness in the air makes everything just Right
This halloween night

siren
Strange Creature
Joined 16th Oct 2011
Forum Posts: 2


                               
                                 
                                   Felony House                                
                               
                                   I’m for sale
                                   The price is great
                                   Read the sign
                                   Beside the front gate
                               
                                   Whispers in torment
                                   A house laden with sin
                                   The house survived
                                   Unlike the people within

                                   Mr Barry Thomas
                                   His heart still bleeds
                                   Ripped and pierced
                                   For his wicked deeds  

                                   Mrs Susan Thomas                                  
                                   Stabbed over seven times
                                   Died at midnight
                                   Amidst the clock chimes
                                   
                                   William and Ben
                                   Asleep in their beds
                                   Kids weren’t spared
                                   That night of dread

                                   Blood stained walls
                                   Echo with silent screams
                                   He killed them
                                   And banished their dreams
 
                                   How people asked
                                   Could this happen here
                                   Inside their home
                                   Who would ever dare

                                   The murderer said  
                                   He heard voices within
                                   Diagnosed as crazy
                                   Not accountable for anything
                                   
                                                                                 
                                           By Rose Hala                                                                                                                            

JackyIdkk
J. Payan
Twisted Dreamer
United States 3awards
Joined 11th Mar 2011
Forum Posts: 69

Zombie

My skin is cold, stiff and decaying
Maggots feast on me as my bones are fading
My foot is twisted in an odd direction
And my legs make small progression
My face is smashed and disfigured
Only a few teeth linger in my mouth
My skin is falling off
You could see my bones through my arms
My heart is stopped completely 
And no bullets hurt me
I wish I was dead
Please kill me again
I don't want to live in a life were I eat with no fulfillment 
Eating you is something I lament
But oh how good you skin tastes between my teeth
And how good it feels as your blood drips on me
I'm such a messy eater but I savor every piece
Enchanting is the taste
Of guts and brains
I'd tell you how sorry and hungry i was 
But I can not talk
Doesn't mater anyways 
you dead and have gone away
You simply are my feast
And I am that hungry flesh eating beast



angelsharma
Strange Creature
United States
Joined 25th Oct 2011
Forum Posts: 1

in the dark night..creatures of the shadow dancing in the pale moonlight..they invite me  to join their army..they want to taste my blood and eating my flesh..they want to slit my throat,cut out my heart,leave me here tear it apart

AlexanderPoetry
Strange Creature
United Kingdom
Joined 6th Oct 2011
Forum Posts: 2




It's so nice to see you, I'm glad your not late,
Make haste and come do come step inside.
It's not always easy when meeting your fate,
Your right to live has been denied.

Bring forth your presence, along with your past,
Your history book is now read.
Each chapter so precious, from first through to last,
So meaningless once you are dead.  
I take you from where you can no more belong,
Fear not what is yet soon to be,
These burdens of life you have carried too long,
It's time you are finally free.

Be righteous and proud with the choices you've made,
Regrets I hope, there are but few.
I would stay and chat, but I haven't the time,
And then again..     neither have you.



http://www.youtube.com/user/AlexanderPoetry?feature=mhee#p/u/0/yOdvz3CHBBQ


© Copyright 2011 Alexander - All Rights Reserved

2987Afrika
Twisted Dreamer
United States 1awards
Joined 17th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 6

can it be a story? or does it have to be a poem?

ravenmoon
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 22nd Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 99

trick or treat
an evil so sweet
little children bound by their feet
tiny body.. .a ghost
under a bloody red sheet

dressed up children
tricked and beaten  
their sweet meat
i have eaten

hear me
fear me
dear children

hide in your home
close to the phone
i hope your alone

for this hallow night
i just might. . .

come ringing your bell
for the love of your
flesh:
the candy of hell









jetset
Strange Creature
United States
Joined 29th Oct 2011
Forum Posts: 1

            

               The Preponderance of Elvis
                         by
                       jetset

Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony,
Allegedly Fate’s knock
on the door.  Swollen
with hope
I let Fate in.  He stands
in my foyer, dressed
to the nines in Top Hat and tails  --
Fred Astaire, Cole Porter.
The door bangs against the wall  --
we didn’t shut
it  -- and a movement of color
in the dim light directs
my sight to his lower torso.
He loosened his cummerbund,
bursting  -- with love?
Commanding my attention,
he hints at the real stuff: he unzips
and zips his fly
precisely two times, allowing
the waist garment,
that flash of fushia,
to fall to the floor.
I summon my courage:
What’s with the striptease
Mr. Fate?  Did someone send you
over to my house like a candygram
I couldn’t indulge in, being diabetic?

And your mission,
Mr. Fate, is it one of mercy
Or of God?
You see, Mr. Fate, I’ve learned
people with missions have agendas
and execute them zealously.
They either set out to kill
you, or kamikazes,
themselves, for the Cause.

What’s the deal

with the fly, Mr. Fate?  Are you here, Sir,
to pay insult to me as a woman,
maybe a woman you’d seen in the neighborhood
and took a dislike
to  -- the redhead?
Or do you come here to
rape me, then swoop down
upon your waiting limousine
(with its engine still running)
like Dracula, urgently
before sunrise,
and let your minion drive you
back from whence you came?  Pouf.
No one will believe me.
You’ve amassed
so many friends
with your charms.

Of course, I wouldn’t have minded
so much had you arisen
from the searching
strains of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony.
I prefer that piece the way some men prefer blondes  --
you understand?  I could really rock
to the Scherzo Movement with its queer
mocking drums,
Mr. Fate.
Moot point.  A gust

of wind, accompanied by mewling
cats, blew down the street and you were gone.  
I bend to the floor and pick up

your soiled cummerbund, soaked
with semen.  What happened here?  Did I lose
consciousness
while you took
a part of me?  It’s so cold
now.  I shut the door on the ice-pick
wind and the relentlessly
knowing stars in the sky,
my only witnesses,
my dictators,
and retire to bed.
like an Elvis child-fan,

clutching your blood red
sash like a blankey.
I return to sleep
and dream of former times.

poet Anonymous

[font=Verdana]Halloween

The night is full of empty lawns
and barely glimpsed hallways.

Children pass in small clusters
with pillowcases and pumpkins.

Doors open then close,
emitting giggles and murmurs.

As you pass under a tree
a red leaf falls on your shoulder.

You grab for it then laugh,
brush it to the ground.

Even trees have a sense of humour.
Somewhere an egg breaks

on a wall. An old man swears.
Laughter and retreating bikes.

This is the night for jackanapes,
I whisper as you pass.

poet Anonymous

Sorry I've had my head up my butt guys...I totally forgot about this one!

Here are the winners:

first place: TheSkyUnderTheSea (JackyIdkk)
and runner ups: ravenmoon and Lemmy Caution aka Ray.

Thanks for all your entries! Good luck in other competitions!

poet Anonymous

maikeru555 said:Sorry I've had my head up my butt guys...I totally forgot about this one!

Here are the winners:

first place: TheSkyUnderTheSea (JackyIdkk)
and runner ups: ravenmoon and Lemmy Caution aka Ray.

Thanks for all your entries! Good luck in other competitions!

Don't you hate that...
Come down from a good sniff party
and
Oh my word
No realy?

Haloween is Over?

No way?
Shit I had a competition!

Oh shit!



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