Here are the first six of my Halloween themed poems enjoy!
31 Poems For Halloween
These are weird Poems I made for the weird holiday of Halloween. Enjoy!
1) The Being
The Being lives not
The being feeds off of your thoughts
It looks like you when you see it
And when you look away
The longer it will stay
It travels as air at night
But not so much during the Daylight
You look and see yourself on that bench
That’s how it feeds
To keep its needs
For it is not a mirror
It isn’t backwards
But once you see
You become the being
2) Nailstorm
The Sky turns black
At the drop of a hat
The sky is angry
Once again
It just looks for events
To build up anger
And Release it during a harsh shower
So the metal starts pelting
Those who don’t stay inside
As screws and nails
Rain down from above
Trying to hurt
Anything in reach
The nails make a loud
SCREEECCCHH
As it hits the brand new
Nail-proof umbrellas
That the weather man recommends
Nowadays though
You can’t predict the rain
3) The Sanity-tizer
Step right up!
For our brand new deal!
Put some of this on
And restore your sanity!
You shall be healed
Here, good sir, buy this
Sign this contract
And I’ll call you in a day
Now give your sorry old life away!
Oh, you ma’am, I see you’ve come back?
Is it Sanity-tizer that you lack?
I see. You have things to say and think
Well, don’t worry; this will fix that in a blink!
Don’t come back again
Your problems will soon be resolved
You can’t find this product anywhere else folks!
With this your life shall always be swell
You’ll smile every time
It’s not dangerous you’ll be fine
Just sign; now print there right on the line
Don’t stress
You came at just the right time
4) The Illusion
We put wool over your eyes at night
You’ll never find us here
You won’t even know you’re near
Till you step on our home
Then you’ll be ours
You’ll help us do the dirty work
Convincing others that the stars are lost souls
Once you step in our home
You will know otherwise
You’ll know our world exists
You’ll know some of us are in the sky
And you’ll still have to say
The beautiful night sky is all of you from the past
To survive our grasp
When you’ll know the truth
At last
5) The Rocking Chair
The rocking chair
It was magnificent
In all its glory
It was given as a present to me
As an old woman
Who can’t be alone
A rocking chair
This is my throne
And I’m sitting there
As my son cooks dinner
When I look in the mirror
Beside my chair
And see something that should not be there
The chair is made up of bones
The rats scurry around my feet
There is a person rotting in the chair
At first all I do is stare
I lift a hand up
And the person in the mirror
Lifts theirs too
As they do
Their skin looks like it’s no longer rotting
In fact it now looks as though it’s glowing
I smile
And roses appear around the chair
I wave
And the rats become kittens
And then I speak
“This is amazing”
The bones are now made of gold
And the chair literally becomes a throne
The mirror person speaks back
“Come with me now we’re lacking time if you come with me you’ll be fine”
So I try hard
To stand on my feet
And then I look
I have grown wings and I fly into the mirror and am now on the other side
Before I leave I turn back
To see my son crying his eyes out
Over the body I’d left behind
A voice booms and says, “Don’t be sad, it was your time”
Then I start
To fly
6) The Interpreter
Today
The first day on the job
My training so far has not brought me to
This moment of being here
I knock on the door
And the parent’s answer it
Crying that their little girl was alone
I ask them the standard question
“Is he still there?”
They reply they know he is
So I go in
The parents following closely behind
It’s my job to stop more terrible crimes
I tell the parents stay with her
Before I can interpret
I have to hold him down
From escaping these grounds
I look in the kitchen and see the bodies
And I walk upstairs
I can sense that there is some thinking going on here
So I go through the walls
And I see him
Ready to strike again
This is when I go in
“I need to get this done; the cops will be here soon”
I step in and say “No, you stay right here, you need to face this head on
Don’t be a coward…”
After a long time in his head
A cop comes in followed by a few others
And they arrest him
He still puts up a fight
But ultimately he gives in and I slip out
To downstairs where the souls of the parents
Are calling for me
I go downstairs
And the cops don’t know what to do with the baby
But the parents know this is there last chance
To connect with their child
I look over at the crying baby
And I ask the parents what they want to say
“We love you baby, we never meant for it to be this way. We wish this did not happen at all. We wish we could be there for all your hopes and falls, but it’s time for us to go we wish for the best
Now we have to get some rest.”
