A Poem for Each Day until Halloween

[Dr Strange]

Good stuff Spookyboo. I'll be honest I didn't see that ending coming. I think with all the posts we've been throwing up here we're starting to explore new ground and see where the Halloween theme can be taken. For awhile I was in this goofy stage but as time and the stress for me have worn on I've been wanting to go different places with these posts.

I really want to thank HH for starting this because I don't think it would have ever occurred to me to try writing again. Keeping up with you Spookyboo has pushed me further than I thought I would have taken this, so thank you too. I'm glad new people are contributing, it always helps stir the muse, so to speak, when you read a fresh take on these Halloween themes.

I also never expected the reaction I've been getting. Everyone here has been so supportive and generous with their comments, one in particular .

I don't want anyone to think Doc Strange has got his freak on but lately I'v been in a weird mood and it's starting to show. I'll just let this one fly and see what you think.

There's a voodoo doll
on a high, black shelf
It looks just like me
and nobody else

Pins sink so deep
prick my skin
My will runs dry
my freedom ends

I hear her voice
feel a grip so tight
I go to her
on Halloween Night

The house is dark
only candle light
Stuck in a spider's web
I cannot fight

Fingers like a match
strike my skin
Start a fire
never going to end

I hear her voice
feel a grip so tight
I go to her
on Halloween Night

Flesh blankets me
soft and bare on my chest
Hunger so deep
cannot find rest

Under the moon I hear
a werewolf call
Into my voodoo queen
I forever fall

Come morning's light
I'll never see
They will look
but never find me

I hear her voice
feel a grip so tight
I go to her
on Halloween Night

[MHooch]

***Hooch sighs***

I absolutely LOVE this thread!!!

I'm not much of a contributor, but believe me, I am a VERY appreciative audience!!

[spookyboo]

I am delighted that this Thread is so popular and that so many others contribute and check it out on a regular basis. Dr. Strange you have said you were keeping up with me ...well I feel like I need to keep up with you It isnt easy coming up with an original sounding poem that reads well and that others may like. I do tend to get a bit dark but I just have a natural tendency to do so. I very much like the course yours have taken and look forward to reading and posting more works....I hope others will also continue to post as there is so much talent in this forum.

[spookyboo]

silently staring
wanting, daring
The darkness to come for me

Wondering, waiting
deliberatly staying
In a place I am sure to be seen

fantasizing dreaming
hoping, scheming
will you understand me

dressing changing
a mystique in the making
What is it you want to see

thrilling chilling
ready and willing
to begin this fantasy

I am not sure about this one....or where it came from....what do you think

[magickbean]

I love the rythmn of that piece, Spookyboo, it reads like a song

Here's another one from me, (I know what you mean about trying not to go too dark, Spookyboo, I have a tendency to write dark poetry as well!)

The Vampire Chylde:

In a graveyard late on Hallow's Eve
A vampire prince was lifted high,
The moon sheathed by a clouded sleeve
Was captured in the chylde's eyes.
The orb did dance in glowing rings
As they felt the full moon's perfect kiss,
And his mother coiled him to her breast
And to his lips she pressed her wrist.
"My chylde you are a prince of stars,
A beauty born from darkest night,
You feed on love but not on life
Your evil is your only light.
Drink this blood and feel your strength
For you need never take one breath,
Your birth may be your only curse
For this, my chylde, will be your death."

[Laurie Strode]

.....Is it getting hot in here? "

You could say that, Spookyboo, although it might be an understatement. Where's the smiley that's fanning itself??? I am absolutely loving everything I'm reading here!! You guys have some ridiculous talent going on, and I mean that in a very good way!!

[Dr Strange]

I am not sure about this one....or where it came from....what do you think

Well either it's about Halloween or it's about "Bonk Cheeky Waa-Waa!"

Possibly both.

I like how you established a visual narrative with very few words. Great work. I had something to add today but it might be a bit racey so I'm toning it down and revamping it a bit. What is this thread coming to?

[Laurie Strode]

[Dr Strange]

There must be inspiration in the air...

[Laurie Strode]

I'm glad to see it!!

[I B Howlin' Wolfman]

There once was a ghost from Nantucket,
Who broght home a head in a bucket.
His wife found it handy,
(when they've run out of candy)
On the end of a pole, they stuck it.

[Haunted Horseman]

The Ballad of the Headless Horseman

By Haunted Horseman


It began like few others, a life so privileged and blessed,
A life of wealth, theatre, music, learning and chess;

Then things did change, a blood feud nothing less,
Had spawned, broad and reaching, touching all Lords of Hess;

Three years of fighting did follow, before an end was in sight,
But the fortunes and fates, dealt a hand cursed with night;

A boy only a decade and one half would gruesomely attest,
The death of his father, his mother, family reputation and crest;

With no where to turn, the boy fled to the East,
He'd take up the sword, on violence his anger would feast;

As the years did past, he grew skilled, powerful and strong,
A warrior for hire, all causes welcome whether righteous or wrong;

His travel brought him far, across the oceans and sea,
To the service of the Crown against those striving to be free;

On the field of battle he fought, spreading mayhem and slaughter,
To those begging for mercy, he extended no quarter;

Then on faithful day, the tables did turn,
The sound of cannon, the feel pain and fire burn;

In the midst of the fighting, to an end came his fame,
As his head, steed and life, a cold ball of steel, did claim;

But such evil he wrought, when he wore his mortal coil,
That his soul would be cursed to the land, to wander and toil;

Tied to the earth, where is body did fall,
Patrolling the Hallow at the Devil's behest, heed and call;

At midnight each night, his spirit does ride,
In search of a head to replace the gourd at his side;

So be warned all travelers who do not respect this wraith,
An encounter with the headless horseman will undoubtedly strengthen your faith.

[Cadaverino]

I always wanted to know the backstory of the Legend of Sleepy Hollow! Good work, Haunted Horseman!

[MHooch]

**Hooch is clapping her hands****

Bravo, Bravo, alll!!!

LS: I, too, need the fanning smiley face!!! **Whew**

[Dr Strange]

Soft and pink
drenched in lipstick
Whispers in my ear
Halloween no more

Breath smokey and hot
slithers down my neck
An echo of fear
Halloween no more

Living dead
ivory skin
Shadows deepen
Halloween no more

Beautiful death
alabaster teeth
A violent kiss
Halloween no more

Lips slowly caress
deeply she drinks
Devours me whole
Halloween no more

Will I dream?
of sweat and blood
Did I even fight?
Halloween no more