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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 4:06 pm
by LawP
Not bad HH! Mine are too awful to share.
Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 4:16 pm
by Haunted Horseman
Nonsense LawP, there is no such thing as a bad poem on this site.
I'll bet your poems are a lot better than you think. Share one if you're feeling creative. I know I created this thread, but I don't think I can write all the poems myself until October 31st.
Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 4:54 pm
by Laurie Strode
Oh wow, this is a great thread, I just started checking it out...hmmm, y'all have already shown me up bad against what my poetic abilities might produce, but I'll give it a shot- gotta think on this a bit.
Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 5:37 pm
by Cadaverino
The leaves of brown came tumblin' down, remember?
In September in the rain
The sun went out just like a dying ember
That September in the rain.
To ev'ry word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seemed to play a sweet refrain.
 "September in the Rain" by Harry Warren and Al Dubin
Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 6:51 pm
by Haunted Horseman
I like that one Cadaverino. Where do you find them? Are you a fan of poetry and keep your own collection?
Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 7:25 pm
by Cadaverino
Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 8:24 pm
by MHooch
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold.
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hands I used to hold.
Since you went away, the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
Lyrics by Johnny Mercer
(An old song my mom and dad used to listen to when I was growing up)
Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 1:12 pm
by Dr Strange
Skeletons in my closet
skeletons under my bed
Whispering in my ear
"It's no fun being dead"
Bones rattling down the hallway
bones rattling over my head
The bones call out night and day
"It's no fun being dead"
poem
Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 1:31 pm
by spookyboo
I am the soft whisper in your ear
I am the cold chill that dances forever along your spine
I am the hurried heartbeat that thumps within your chest
I am the shadow that plays tricks with your eye
I am the tingling sensation that slides softly over your skin
I am the frozen quivering muscle that refuses to move
I am the silent scream of horror that will never leave your lips
I am the very darkness that envelopes you from within
I am the Spirit of Halloween
I was feeling very excited this morning and whipped this up
hope its ok...
Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 2:02 pm
by Laurie Strode
Oh. MY. GOD, Spookyboo, EXCELLENT work there!!
I got chill bumps reading that!
Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 4:14 pm
by Haunted Horseman
Spookyboo, Doc Strange, EXCELLENT WORK! Lets keep this thread going. I love it.
Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 4:59 pm
by Laurie Strode
Oh yeah, Dr. Strange, that IS great work there!!! Somehow I missed seeing it last time through--somebody needs to make a compilation album of these great originals after Halloween!!
Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 6:32 pm
by Cadaverino
Shiveringly good, Spookyboo!
Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 9:45 pm
by MHooch
excellent, spookyboo!!!
Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 11:40 pm
by Nostalgiascape
September wind blowing this dry desert air
Tatrantuals by your ankles, bats by your hair
Tumbleweeds are rolling all around
dry bones with six shooters ready to take you down
Ghosts in the alley, ghosts in the street
Dried up zombies in dusty saloons ready to greet
In the daylight Phoenix is a sprawling city, but when the light comes down
You'll find yourself screaming in a crazy ghost town