Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
"ghoulishly" poems
shattered dreams American nightmare ghoulishly stalking mankind Bilderberg extremists owl effigy looming behind the all seeing eye of rah – multi-national tycoons inspire blooming death radiated waters flush with fluoride filter through sippy-cups washing away the taste of vaccinations and GMO soy – mutated masses mumble monotonously meager motor skills meandering through melted meadows masochistic in the macabre – moonless morning breaks trails checkerboard the sky cubism from air force fly-boys under orders to implement agenda 21 disguised as protection from solar radiation old soil toils under the strain of oil based pesticides and molecularly altered food crops for profit and to experience the long lost joy associated with being a swashbuckling pirate –
0
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
trolling the controllers
A cool gust of wind In a once inhabited shell Candles blown out From a pair of ghostly lips That feel ghoulishly similar To the ones that once touched my own Left in the dark Like I was years before Time and time again Overwhelming fear is breathed into my lungs Shivers climb down my back As if traced by the delicate fingers of an apparition From a past that haunts me A voice murmurs in my ear Sweet nothings a cruel reminder Of a love that froze me in my place Stepping one in front of the other Turning around each pitch corner Twisting hallways lead me to the darkest chamber in my heart I look for myself in a pulsing mirror But all I see Is you
0
Aug 25, 2022
Aug 25, 2022 at 4:42 PM UTC
Haunted
ghoulish from out the shadows ghoulish we are the lovely, the timid we are those who wait for heros and saviors and saints and see!....what comes! these! ghoulish approximations of men -------- (our children love vampires) ---------- we are so ghoulishly enslaved to the mirror we are so immersed in the necessity not to appear "outlandish" to not believe in 'conspiracy" or the "criminal conduct of elected white officials" to simply become as THEY --- ghoulish they come ghoulishly we slink back to the shadows and call the ghouls heros and saviors and saints
0
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 1:32 PM UTC
ghouls
H alloween is come again O ctober’s date with fate, so B eware the dusky fields and of G oing home too late O n every dark damp driveway B ewitched with candlelight L anterns smile ghoulishly I nsanely through the night N o one saw just how she went S he simply vanished in thin air R emoved from all her earthly friends U nder cold demonic stare, so L eave the spelling to the wizards for E nchantments can be tragic O r just pay heed to what I write and K eep away from Magic! Nos Dolbru
0
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 11:09 AM UTC
Hobgoblins Rule OK
A boy not a boy, but a soul; an entity a field of energy positive energy but hidden energy also he was scared or sad or lonely perhaps simultaneously all you could see it in his eyes; eyes as blue and wavering as the ******* sea, and his emotions they betrayed him in a sense of portraying his deepest of feelings even when he made feeble attempts to fight otherwise one glimpse into them and you were graced with a show reel preview of his entire life childhood memories christmas with the entire family brokenness and disputes as unsettling as his beauty when he caught you off-guard his features were as strong and dark as the chaos that stirred within him a jawline sculpted like no other hand-crafted for his individual attriibutes thick, shapely brows and lashes the colour of coal; a statement within themselves against the lightest of ivory skin there's a saying "you look like you've seen a ghost" in reference to someone looking ghoulishly pale and whilst that is fitting of his porcelain complexion, he wouldn't have seen the ghost: he was the ghost that's just how he was he was never the sub-heading or the sypnosis he was the entire story he was it everything something within him was magnetic and in each person he came acoss there was metal tucked away within them that they were unaware of drawing them to him
0
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
Don't come too close, you don't wanna see my ghost
A cool gust of wind In a once inhabited shell Candles blown out From a pair of ghostly lips That feel ghoulishly similar To the ones that once touched my own Left in the dark Like I was years before Time and time again Overwhelming fear is breathed into my lungs Shivers climb down my back As if traced by the delicate fingers of an apparition From a past that haunts me A voice murmurs in my ear Sweet nothings a cruel reminder Of a love that froze me in my place Slowly turning each corner Stepping one in front of the other Twisting hallways lead me to the darkest chamber in my heart I look for myself in a pulsing mirror But all I see Is you
0
Dec 26, 2023
Dec 26, 2023 at 9:47 PM UTC
Haunted
night has you Juliet, unmoored your eye beams-- rose to its feet as you took to a balcony. love at the speed of poetry-- how stars cross themselves. second guessing a portent chill, you shook off that silly girl and starved Romeo-ward. spilling your face over the balcony, moonstruck to camera flashes as Romeo played across the garden. fate twisting ghoulishly to couple these kids, sighed an antique sigh-- though greener than ever.
0
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
Night Has You Juliet
Deep within shadowy grottos, I've been chased by her presence. Unable to escape from below, I've been faced by my penance, My penance for letting her **** **** in the name of acceptance. She wanted desperately to be accepted, But The Haunter would never let her. She could not run from her dreams, So she fought to be intercepted, Intercepted by her own insidious instinct, By her own ghoulishly foul instinct. Now I wake up with scars every night, For her knives always find their way. Now I'm chased with scars every night, For her knives always want to pay, To pay me for letting her **** To thank me in the name of acceptance. Now I'm the one who can't run, From myself and herself in my dreams, For she's always watching me run, In the dark and in silence of dreams, In the dark of my own violent torment, For giving her my loving acceptance. Written by Ericson Willians.
0
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
Acceptance