#spooky poems on Hello Poetry

K Balachandran May 2018

spooky dark night,
whooshing rowdy wind shakes trees;
exorcism’s progress!

#dark #windy #spooky

Tatiana Apr 2018

Us three little kids run amok through the nights
creating our own mischief and creating our own frights.
We sneak up concrete steps that lead to wooden doors
and ring the bells right next to them and run away on all fours
Who? You ask, that we ding-**** ditch,
we've pranked humans, monsters, and once even a witch.
We once rang the door during the day of some creeper
and nearly had a meeting with the grim reaper.
But that did not stop our tricky ways
so we ding-**** ditch death, always.
For we're not the children of daylight
we are the children of the night

© Tatiana
I know it's not Halloween, but this is a very Halloween-like poem and the concept of ding-****-ditching death is one of those ideas that just can't leave your head until you write it in.

#halloween #children #spooky #wrong #season #ding #**** #ditch #funny

Victoria Rachael Nash Apr 2018

Moths

What if the moths that crash
against the dark window pane;
wings pattering urgently pushing
trying to break through the glass,
are the dead souls in the tunnel
flying towards the light
of the supposed paradise
but they can’t get through.

Then they fly about outside
like dusty ghosts of the night.

Strange late night imaginings I had about the moths at the window.

6th April 2016

#moths #ghosts #dark #night #paradise #heaven #fly #afterlife #spooky

Mansi Apr 2018

Midnight

At the stroke of midnight
(Supposedly the time when
Witches with pointed hats
Fly on ancient brooms
In the dark sky)
I feel a chill run down my spine
A new energy filling me up
And a sense of belonging to another world...

#witchy #midnight #spooky

TeeCrush Mar 2018

Hellhounds

Resting in bed
peacefully I lay
awaiting the new day
as the last one is now dead
In the midst of silence and solitude
I hear them
like the banging of sheet metal
The hounds bark
and i do shiver as it startles my heart
because now
walking on my level
is no one other the devil
They howl and they cry
a growl so bloodcurdling
it keeps me up all night
And I hear the rumble
The one that calls to me
Like the blowing of a horn
Reviving the children stillborn
Calling to the shadows lying over me
and the demons inside us we can’t see
The hellhounds
they dance and they cry
I hide and I cower
In my small house
painted in white
I do hope the sound will stop
As I cannot sleep
If this is the sound of hell
I have no desire to meet red belle

I heard some loudass fkn sounds while trying to sleep in bed one night. I could hear it from outside, in the street, but the sound was so powerful and loud that I just chose not to look out my window. I wrote this instead.

#scary #horror #spooky #hell #creepy #sounds #devil #dead #bed

Sophia Crocker Feb 2018

Black of Halloween

Black.
Black is like the shadow spread across the vicious bed monster face,
Leaving the little girl in chills before she disappeared without a trace.
Black is like the dark old attic the the little girl feared,
Still,
She entered it,
Not knowing the end was near.
Black as the darkness that pieced through her room,
When a witch carried away the little ******* her broom.
Halloween night.
Don't we all love the fright,
Of seeing ghost and ghouls all throughout the night.

This is a little quick poem I wrote on halloween to get in the spoopy mood.

#halloween #spooky #black #colors

Hannah Zedaker Jan 2018

A Dreamer!

Dead,
the day before yesterday.
Grieved by it, personally,
Reputation: few or no friends
Suggested art - lost its erratic stars
A dreamer! Dwelling in ideal realms
-the brain-
Madness

Melancholy

Indistinct curses with eyes upturned, already ******.
Happiness wit hglances introverted, shrouded in gloom,
arms wildly beating spirits - sought to forget
close by,
those glimpses
open to the doom of death

I pulled these lines from the Obituary of Edgar Allen Poe to construe a poem that I feel has both a theme of its own but draws aspects from Poe's life as well.

#melancholy #madness #poe #edgar #allen #gothic #dreamer #blackout #structured #spooky

Samantha Dec 2017

Poetry Zoo

I looked through
A poetry zoo
When suddenly
I heard a
"COO!"
And I fell through
Should I ever knew
When the wind blew
I should listen to-
At the bottom,
It's sticky and gross.
Filled with... something,
That I never wanted most.
A small creature
Walked up to me
Little and fluffy
But looks like a tree.
And it said...
"My, my, Sam!
It's like you stepped on Pam.
Don't get turned into ham."
I replied,
"Please don't lie.
Ham is something I like.
How did you even know my name?
I can't tell, but it's not like we are the same."
"How can you be sure?" it said with a smile.
"For you haven't seen me in a really long while."
What else could I do, I thought to myself.
I watched closely as it sat on a shelf.
It yawned and seemed to be sleepy,
But I found this rather creepy.
I just had to run through the water,
But the air got hotter and hotter.
The farther and farther I went,
The more I longed for a vent.
But soon I found
A dark cave with no sound
With nobody else around.
I stood for a bit
Not wanting to sit
But then I heard a-
"SURPRISE!"
The lights went on
As it seemed like a dawn
A cave room for a party
Maybe for a smarty!
Like me...?
Filling the cave were
Little teddy bears... sound, not a stir
They had big beady eyes
And dark red fur
Which I could not despise.
One of them said,
"Happy birthday!"
I was awfully confused,
Was I being used?
"It's not my birthday," I said.
This, I started to dread.
"Who's that behind you?" spoke the little one ahead.
I replied, "Who?"
"Oh, the boy over there.
The one with the sharp teeth
And the creepy smile."
"Wait... WHAT?"
I looked behind me
And saw nobody.

#spooky #thing #animal #zoo #poetry #boy #creature #water #adventure #rhyme