Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 326

We’ve been decorating for Halloween at the Brewer mansion already and watching kid-friendly spooky movies, including It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown, The Ghost and Mr. Chicken, and Monster House. This weekend, we’ll start putting together our second annual haunted house in our garage. With that in mind…

Today’s prompt is to write a spooky poem. Different things spook different people–so I’m not setting any guidelines. Just get spooky with it.

p.s. If you want something fun to do, try writing triolet that could connect to the one I wrote below.

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Here’s my attempt at a Spooky Poem:

“Halloween”

On one evening each October,
we tremble through our neighborhood
with our costumes all pulled over.
On one evening each October,
even people who are sober
say, “Give me a treat, make it good.”
On one evening each October,
we tremble through our neighborhood.

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626 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 326

  1. sppeac1987

    The Mist of Madness

    They say loneliness is the worst part
    Of being surrounded by the dark.
    With no voice of reason to guide
    And no stubborn non-believers
    To pry us from our paranoia.

    The merest whisper of noise
    Or even the slightest stir,
    Becomes an invisible menace
    To a mind that fears the worst,
    But would still embrace the chill.

    They secretly want to find them
    The spirits that hide in the dust,
    Skeletons that rattle in the storm,
    The beasts that howl and scream
    To the darkest side of the moon.

    For they were all like you, once.
    Lost souls roaming a cruel maze,
    Sinking into a life-sucking swamp
    That stole their sight and senses,
    Condemned to an eternal blindness.

    Companionship is the only comfort
    In this house of horror and hysteria.

  2. Walt Wojtanik

    GRIM REAPER TRAPPER KEEPER

    If you can sever a head in one shot,
    you’ve earned the nickname “Guillotine”!
    You’ll make the “haves” into “have nots”
    if you can sever a head in one shot!
    It doesn’t really take a lot,
    a sharp blade will cut them clean,
    if you can sever a head in one shot,
    you’ve earned the nickname “Guillotine”!

    1. De Jackson

      Nearly Headless Nicks and Cuts

      You’ve earned the nickname “Guillotine”
      for your ability to make the cut.
      There’s no time, even, to scream.
      You’ve earned the nickname “Guillotine”
      and learned to slice them clean –
      all halves, haves and have nots.
      You’ve earned the nickname “Guillotine”
      for your ability to make the cut.

      .

  3. Poet Ariel

    Posting late – but this was written on time.

    Wednesday’s Piece

    I’m supposed to write of something spooky
    but its late and dark …
    and truly no nightmare quite unsettles my mind right now
    more than reality.
    For you see what truly is spooky
    is lying in the lonely dark
    with a quiet mind,
    a silent mind;
    one that is so spent with fear
    that it dare not think a thought of its own,
    not risk bringing attention to itself,
    not breathe and prove itself alive.
    It’s frightening, being locked in;
    silent
    praying to be dead.
    Spooky, eerie. As if you are already in a grave
    and buried over. It’s silent, too. Silent –
    so I won’t speak of spooky things.
    And besides … it’s late and its dark.
    And it’s time for bed.

    Ariel
    Oct 8, 2015

  4. Connie Peters

    Spooky

    A moonlit swamp
    swathed in eerie shadows.
    A dank basement
    boasting spiders and scurrying mice.
    A huge house
    haunted with moans
    and creaky steps.
    None can compare to the cavernous
    parking garage with a thousand hiding places
    for hoodie-wearing muggers.

  5. Doakley

    Triolet Initiation

    It takes a while for me to try
    something new like a Triolet
    my muse left me high and dry
    it takes a while for me to try
    to pen the lines that make you sigh
    to find the words I want to say
    it takes a while for me to try
    something new like a Triolet

  6. PressOn

    THE FAILED BIT

    A ghoul walked into a comedy club;
    he had a routine but proceeded to flub
    for he scared all the patrons, that was the rub.

    He asked of the manager, “What did I do?
    I was trying for laughs, but everyone flew.”
    The manager told him, “Well, I figured you knew:

    a spook and his funny are soon parted.”

  7. writinglife16

    One Thing or Another

    It was one thing
    that she had
    killed people.
    Had used their
    hair and skin
    as a source for
    knitting materials.

    It was another
    when she was
    booked and locked up.
    When she removed her
    head scarf they found,
    they found that she
    had used her own too.

  8. PressOn

    IT’S SPOOKY, HOW THAT HAPPENED

    A train went tripping down the track
    and on the rail a triolet
    was sore surprised, taken aback;
    a train went tripping down the track
    and left behind a buttered wrack
    that looked a lot like rondelet.
    A train went tripping down the track
    and on the rail, a triolet.

  9. Beverly Finney

    PREMONITION

    Across the harvest stubble he stumbled
    in his old plaid shirt and torn faded jeans,
    his tattered hat casting a shadow over his face.
    Why do I think he is coming for me?

    Perhaps a neighboring farmer coming to call
    in need of a hand or bearing news to pass on
    after he’s finished his last morning chores.
    But why do I think he is coming for me?

    I sit fully attentive behind the screen door,
    then squeeze my eyes in a long blink to see
    if he’s an apparition that might disappear.
    He’s still there, and I feel he is coming for me.

    Then, in horror, I know: it’s a living scarecrow,
    headed my way, his boneless frame slumping
    clumsily across the gleaming October field.
    How can it be he is coming for me?

    Closer and closer, this straw man is coming,
    my skin drawing tight, my breath held
    in fright as I see now his dry featureless face.
    Why am I sure he is coming for me?

    I tell my tale from a dank webby place
    where no ear is likely to hear, where no eye
    will behold or warm hand reach out for mine.
    I was right, you see, he was coming for me.

  10. Karen

    The noise in the attic is frightening.
    All alone in the house on Halloween
    knees knocking gut tightening
    the noise in the attic is frightening.
    I look up the stairs night crackles with lightening
    there’s a thud up above a shadow seen
    the noise in the attic is frightening.
    Not alone in the house on Halloween.

  11. Karen

    Creatures of the night
    howwwl, screeeech, and light
    imagination and fear
    eerily quiet this hallows eve
    nails scraping blackboard
    spines quivering
    lily-livered chicken shit,
    beneath the covers
    something moves,
    breath held tight, anticipating
    muscles taut
    paralyzing,
    puddle spreading,
    rrrrrring, alarm goes off.

    Icy fingers touch me…

  12. ReathaThomasOakley

    Really Spooky

    Wrinkled map of old woman skin
    a journal of my life thus far
    writ on pages pale and thin
    wrinkled map of old woman skin.
    When did this frightening change begin
    when did each hurt leave a scar?
    Wrinkled map of old woman skin
    a journal of my life thus far.

    1. Walt Wojtanik

      LIFE’S MYSTERY

      a journal of my life thus far
      has many pages blank and new,
      a mystery with me as star
      a journal of my life thus far
      I’ve no idea where we are,
      this mindless life has gone askew,
      a journal of my life thus far
      has many pages blank and new

      1. ReathaThomasOakley

        Revisionist

        Oh, for pages blank and new
        to write a fresh story of my years
        to record events I’ll pretend were true.
        Oh, for pages blank and new
        to fill with heroic deeds, include a few
        when I was brave, ignored my fears.
        Oh, for pages blank and new
        to write a fresh story of my years.

        1. PressOn

          A COMMENT ON COMMENTS

          It is astounding, how these folks
          can answer with their triolets
          and do it with such different strokes;
          it is astounding, how these folks
          can cause, amongst us tongue-tied blokes,
          hosannas of humongus praise.
          It is astounding, how these folks
          can answer with their triolets.

          1. ReathaThomasOakley

            For William

            The pumpkin surreptitiously
            grins an arundinaceous smile;
            Oh, William this forces me
            to Google surreptitiously,
            arundinaceous. Ah, yes I now see
            how this word works, triolet style!
            The pumpkin surreptitiously
            grins a perfect, reedy, arundinaceous smile

  13. ReathaThomasOakley

    Spooky

    Gibbous moon, fog shrouded, lost
    in the black sky all hallows’ eve night
    children tiptoe through shadows, fingers crossed
    gibbous moon, fog shrouded, lost
    they pray for light, for fire, for Pentecost
    for home for mother within their sight.
    Gibbous moon, fog shrouded, lost
    in the black sky all hallows’ eve night.

    1. Walt Wojtanik

      WICKED SPOOKY

      in the black sky all hallows’ eve night,
      i stalk the shadows in search of blood!
      I avoid the places that are bright
      in the black sky all hallows’ eve night.
      and then I bite, but you don’t taste right.
      you’re kind of gritty, you taste like mud!
      in the black sky all hallows’ eve night,
      i stalk the shadows in search of blood!

      1. ReathaThomasOakley

        loose linkage addiction

        You stalk the shadows in search of blood?
        My goodness, what an icky thing you seek
        then complain of a neck that tastes like mud.
        When next you stalk shadows in search of blood
        first check out the nape for signs of crud,
        if you can’t look closely just take a peek.
        You stalk the shadows in search of blood,
        my goodness, what an icky thing you seek!

  14. RuthieShev

    Fright Night Triolet
    By Ruth Crowell Shevock

    People are acting so weird tonight
    Running around creating a scene
    The werewolf howling gave me a fright
    People are acting so weird tonight
    I cringed seeing the witch in flight
    Then I remembered it was Halloween
    People are acting so weird tonight
    Running around creating a scene

    (This was my attempt at a “scary” triolet

    1. Walt Wojtanik

      ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELLES

      Running around creating a scene
      on a cold, dark October night.
      invading aliens of green
      running around creating a scene.
      The scariest time you will have seen,
      A martian invasion, what a fright!
      Running around creating a scene
      on a cold, dark October night.

  15. strandedmoon

    Ghostly-spectral

    She looks like the devil
    Her eyes are red-lighted
    She sparks in the darkness
    Her look is ghostly – spectral
    She scratches the pumpkin
    Her fierce is undescribed
    This is the ravenous cat

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