Poetry competition CLOSED 19th February 2012 7:35am
WINNER
Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
RUNNERS-UP:
kourtnissixxx
and Grace
The Blair Witch
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
write a poem about the blais witch
Write a poem about the BLAIR WITCH. Only 1 poem per person and no more than 200 lines, and make it scary
Anonymous
* The Blair Witch*
If you venture into the eerie depths of the Blair witch forest,
and should you survive this legend of life,
if you find the creepy forest of Blair witch has come alive,
as the dance of the dead twirl around and around.
She can't see the blood on her hands,
or the darkness in her heart,
in her Melchior of dreams, at midnight,
then her lust starts.
At midnight she'll take your soul,
forever you will surfer,
and you will die in the flesh,
as you look upon the faces of death,
to your horror,
when your life ends,
terror begins.
At the hands of the Blair witch.
If you venture into the eerie depths of the Blair witch forest,
and should you survive this legend of life,
if you find the creepy forest of Blair witch has come alive,
as the dance of the dead twirl around and around.
She can't see the blood on her hands,
or the darkness in her heart,
in her Melchior of dreams, at midnight,
then her lust starts.
At midnight she'll take your soul,
forever you will surfer,
and you will die in the flesh,
as you look upon the faces of death,
to your horror,
when your life ends,
terror begins.
At the hands of the Blair witch.
The BeWitches
Soft whispers in the dark
bony caresses on cold cheeks
deadly rancid breath
wafting into your face
You can't move
You can't speak
You can't think
all is a whirling
nothing
Engulfing cold
squeezes your heart
goosebumps all over
slimy warted fingers
touches your neck
Cold silvery lights
scour the dark forests
a shouting scream of despair
the wind howls
you are helpless
hopeless
as shadowy figures
approaches
the Blair Witches...
Soft whispers in the dark
bony caresses on cold cheeks
deadly rancid breath
wafting into your face
You can't move
You can't speak
You can't think
all is a whirling
nothing
Engulfing cold
squeezes your heart
goosebumps all over
slimy warted fingers
touches your neck
Cold silvery lights
scour the dark forests
a shouting scream of despair
the wind howls
you are helpless
hopeless
as shadowy figures
approaches
the Blair Witches...
Anonymous
grace wow i cant pick out a line i like the best because i like them all you did an excellent job
- Witch of the Woods -
Her garments long and as black as night,
Move silently, in the absence of the light.
Silently, she winds her hungering way…
To find living flesh, upon which to prey!
In woods where only the foolish do go,
She waits unseen where shadows grow.
Even children are not safe, in her claws,
Nor the rat, which upon corpses gnaws!
Seeking to steal souls to keep her youth,
To stave off the ugliness of her untruth…
Her fingers knock upon old hollow tress.
To match the shakings of: scared knees!
In woods where madmen had their hour,
When the horned moon reveals a power.
That is when she comes, to drink blood,
And to steal the souls, to slake the flood;
Of time which ravages her hard visage…
As hard as a mountain rough and savage.
And so with a lust for what she once had,
Her claws drink deep, to drive men mad.
Twisting twigs and breaking bones apart,
The witch of the woods had not a heart…
And she tears one from a sleeping fellow.
Her cackling a song not gentle or mellow,
But shrill as the banshee who wails loud…
Beware the witch who wears the shroud!
Her garments long and as black as night,
Move silently, in the absence of the light.
Silently, she winds her hungering way…
To find living flesh, upon which to prey!
In woods where only the foolish do go,
She waits unseen where shadows grow.
Even children are not safe, in her claws,
Nor the rat, which upon corpses gnaws!
Seeking to steal souls to keep her youth,
To stave off the ugliness of her untruth…
Her fingers knock upon old hollow tress.
To match the shakings of: scared knees!
In woods where madmen had their hour,
When the horned moon reveals a power.
That is when she comes, to drink blood,
And to steal the souls, to slake the flood;
Of time which ravages her hard visage…
As hard as a mountain rough and savage.
And so with a lust for what she once had,
Her claws drink deep, to drive men mad.
Twisting twigs and breaking bones apart,
The witch of the woods had not a heart…
And she tears one from a sleeping fellow.
Her cackling a song not gentle or mellow,
But shrill as the banshee who wails loud…
Beware the witch who wears the shroud!
Anonymous
rex you post a terrifying write
The Witch^
Her garments smelled of old mold on her dark clothes,
Moving in the darkest part of the night
Calling upon the spirits to fulfill her wishes
Of flesh and bone and spirits
Tonight...
As the evil one looks to find what her command might be
Because her life is out of control
To sacrifice their blood and bone to her so she might go on living.
Her garments smelled of old mold on her dark clothes,
Moving in the darkest part of the night
Calling upon the spirits to fulfill her wishes
Of flesh and bone and spirits
Tonight...
As the evil one looks to find what her command might be
Because her life is out of control
To sacrifice their blood and bone to her so she might go on living.
Anonymous
dragonfly1349 a very good poem i see your new here welcome to dup
Anonymous
THE WITCH IS DEAD
The Blair Witch gave the rest of us a bad name
Did you know witches were not all the same?
Some of us have PAGAN work to do...
Protect our forests, protect our wildlife
One bad apple ruins it for us all
My coven went after the BLAIR WITCH
For the evil that was done - we must punish
We did EVERYTHING to kill the witch
FIRE is the best way...but does not get them all
Even after we killed it we were not sure at all
If this monster still existed...in the deep and the dark
In the ugliness of men’s characters, in the dark of their brain
A Hitler, a Stalin, a Dracula, the list of SATAN worshipers goes on
Not only in the world of the CUNNING, but in our world now
We must rid ourselves of evil....like enriching uranium
My coven and I are looking into to it...do witches die with the atomic bomb?
We really do not know the answer and are afraid of what will come
Of the time when man unleashes the devil in his heart
The Blair Witch gave the rest of us a bad name
Did you know witches were not all the same?
Some of us have PAGAN work to do...
Protect our forests, protect our wildlife
One bad apple ruins it for us all
My coven went after the BLAIR WITCH
For the evil that was done - we must punish
We did EVERYTHING to kill the witch
FIRE is the best way...but does not get them all
Even after we killed it we were not sure at all
If this monster still existed...in the deep and the dark
In the ugliness of men’s characters, in the dark of their brain
A Hitler, a Stalin, a Dracula, the list of SATAN worshipers goes on
Not only in the world of the CUNNING, but in our world now
We must rid ourselves of evil....like enriching uranium
My coven and I are looking into to it...do witches die with the atomic bomb?
We really do not know the answer and are afraid of what will come
Of the time when man unleashes the devil in his heart
Anonymous
somelikeithot this is an awesome poem brought fear in my heart for the witch
I hope u like it 
Sealing fate
By kourtnissixxx
I've heard legened of a witch stealing souls
With magic as black as unburned coals
And hair as long as virgin mary
Living death as a tainted fairy
I've traveled deep inside her forest
Where no one enters- not even tourest
To find a truth finally revealed
And have this fear become instiled
I've dabbeled in the dark arts myself
The horrors I found- it went back on the shelf
So this mistress of evil- I must understand
If the rumurs are true that she rules upon this land
Darkness has fallen on this unforgetable night
Revealing to me screams of deffinate frieght
The churous of children outside of my tent
And the screaching of terror so deliberent
Chanting my protection to the goddess above
Begging for forgivness and the power of love
Pissing my pants with shear fear in my eyes
Blinded by will I still have to try
Earth, air, fire, water
Earth, air, fire, water
Earth, air, fire, water
Let me live, give me the power
Earth, air, fire, water
Earth, air, fire, water
Earth, air, fire, water
But she comes forth just as I insisted
And abyss claims me to join the restricted
Sealing fate
By kourtnissixxx
I've heard legened of a witch stealing souls
With magic as black as unburned coals
And hair as long as virgin mary
Living death as a tainted fairy
I've traveled deep inside her forest
Where no one enters- not even tourest
To find a truth finally revealed
And have this fear become instiled
I've dabbeled in the dark arts myself
The horrors I found- it went back on the shelf
So this mistress of evil- I must understand
If the rumurs are true that she rules upon this land
Darkness has fallen on this unforgetable night
Revealing to me screams of deffinate frieght
The churous of children outside of my tent
And the screaching of terror so deliberent
Chanting my protection to the goddess above
Begging for forgivness and the power of love
Pissing my pants with shear fear in my eyes
Blinded by will I still have to try
Earth, air, fire, water
Earth, air, fire, water
Earth, air, fire, water
Let me live, give me the power
Earth, air, fire, water
Earth, air, fire, water
Earth, air, fire, water
But she comes forth just as I insisted
And abyss claims me to join the restricted
Anonymous
kourtninissixx wow your poem like blew me away such a good poem
Anonymous
i wish i could have picked you all
