Poetry Corner with Ivy and Friends: Poetry Horrorland October Challenge
HAPPY HALLOWEEN 2018!
Welcome to the Poetry Corner with Ivy and Friends!
We invite you to join our first annual Poetry Horrorland October Halloween Challenge. There will be lots of poetry treats for you today.
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POETRY HORRORLAND CHALLENGE
Poets were simply asked to have fun. The rules were to write a dark, thrilling, suspenseful, creepy, humorous, Halloween themed poem and submit it.
Happy Reading!
POEM #1
“Alone In The Mist” by Jesse Batista
Walking past the boneyard
On this All Hallows’ Eve
Startled, caught off guard
A friend has something up their sleeve
A rustle in the distance
Full moon shown bright
Specters are non-existence
Chills in the air this night
Safety in numbers
Disappear one by one
The dead woke from slumbers
Or friends having fun
Left alone in the mist
thick and profuse
stop, you insist
insanity on the loose
Circling, swirling, back to the wall
Wind whips through your soul
On your knees you fall
Crouched in the corner
Drenched in sweat from fear
Manifestation of the damned
Death draws near
Grotesque in form
From the other side
They advance in swarm
Those who have died
They rip at the flesh
dragged to the stones
you fight and thresh
but, Your reduced to bones
thrown in a hole
buried alive
Imagination takes control
More horrors to contrive.
POEM #2
By R.L. Chambers
Ten years to the day,
It's been building,
All this rage,
And all this hate,
This fucking demon,
Inside me,
It's been screaming,
For its release,
And today,
I will set it free.
Ten years to this day,
I had you tied up,
To a tree,
A knife in hand,
Ready to make you bleed,
But a passerbyer,
Had to see,
Called the cops,
I had to choose,
To stay or to flee.
Ten years to this day,
I was locked up,
Because of you,
My one loose end,
That I had to cut,
But every night,
I could see,
Your blood and guts,
And I knew I'd get you,
And start my spree.
Ten years to this day,
Three-thousand, six-hundred and fifty days,
That's how long my dream,
Had to wait,
But now where back here,
And there will be no heros this time,
No one to save you,
Or to lock me up,
You're bound and gagged,
And I'm full of glee.
Ten years to this day,
The wait is finally over,
The moon will shine red,
With your blood,
I carve a line,
Into your throat,
And enjoy the sounds,
Of your life ending,
A loose end tied,
Such a sight to see.
POEM #3
(c) 10/2018
Cauldrons bubble a witches brew
Werewolves scout meat to chew
Vampires awake to take flight
In search of a sweet one to bite
Spooky ghouls rise from their graves
This special night their souls to save
Ghouls and goblins trick the young
Their treat filled traps will be sprung
All Hallow’s Eve by moonlight
Scary screams of delight
In the darkest corners shadows disguise
The danger lurking in surprise
Laughing cackles carried by the wind
Tonight death stalks life to end
Be wary of friend or foe
The reaper, no one knows
POEM #4
By Mikey Anderson
The Ghouls are here the Ghouls are there The Ghouls are everywhere
I won’t run that’s no fun I’ll shoot them with my fucking gun
If that don’t work I’ll pull my knife with a jerk and then stab them in the eye with a smirk
They will fucking learn I won’t be concerned I’ll cut them from stem to stern.
POEM #5
photo credit goes to Chris Batista
A figure in grain by Chris Batista
A figure in the grain
Short and stout
Clock strikes the midnight hour
It’s out and about
Maybe in my dream
Possibly in my mind
Leaving a trail of blood
Are we two intertwined
Bodies in the closet
A few under the bed
No where else to deposit
What to do with the dead
A reflection in the window
Catches my eye
It’s lurking behind me
Is it my turn to die
A strange twist of fate
The figure’s no longer creeping
Have I woken from the nightmare
Was I really sleeping.
Return to silence
by Mark Deloy
Hate wrapped pain led me to this broken place
Filling my lungs with the secret scent of fear
Looking down at a body I once worshipped
Now broken and cold, no light or fire
You fled our love
Like a hated sun
No warmth or comfort
No light to guide me home
The blade stole your future
Condemning our past
In the back of my mind
Like forgotten cemetery plots
In a boneyard of loss
I kneel by your side
Like so many times before
And take your wilted hand
In my own as I cry
I promise you forever
As I rise to falling rain
And end the pain you left me with
My last breath speaking your cursed name.
POEM #7
By Mfalme Wangozi
Beating on the soul of the earth
The heartbeat of the sea
Listen carefully you will hear
When love was cold
To the ways of the old
Am all ears
Cock welcoming day
Crickets celebrating night
Hoping but not expecting
Lost in uncertainty
All this years
You are finally home
Through the raging storm
Tuck away your fears
Joyful day of reckon
A brand new dawn
Wipe away your tears
With curtains of the wind
Revealing forbidden wishes
To the whispers of time
Am all ears
POEM #8
DEATH'S CELEBRATION by Steven Evans
The skies above me grow dark and gray
Forewarning me, the world I live in is about to change
I walk on the forgotten souls who died in vane
Walking a tightrope between psychotic and sane
No one knows the horrors I've seen
The dangers I've faced; my hands aren't clean
Blood stains my existence; leaving no hope of salvation
My glory; my pleasure lies in death's celebration
Day after day, I walk this barren landscape
Feeding off the bones of those who failed to escape
HELL! I fear not the end
Death... has become my only friend
So, save your prophecies and ominous signs
My life, I live by my own design
The skies above me grow dark and gray
I'll survive to live... another day
POEM #9
By Francis Leggit
A demon festers in your mind,
A soul without a name,
A mission to destroy all light,
Destruction is his game.
Every day begins the same,
A struggle to be free,
Your nightmare just beginning with,
His rule of tyranny.
A voice inside your head begins
to tell you that you’re strong,
It’s time to bring the demon down,
And prove that you belong.
The demon screams out from your soul,
To prove he can’t be tamed,
The only way to break my grasp is
to bellow out my name.
Puffing out your chest with pride,
The fight for life is now,
To end his rule, regain control,
Refuse to beg or bow.
Demon I call out to you,
It’s time to end oppression,
For now I know your secret,
Your name is Depression.
POEM #10
By James E Brewer
I'm woken by the sounds in the night air.
The smell of death and decay is everywhere.
I look down only to see.
That my body has been bound, tied to a tree.
I cry out into the night, calling for help.
I'm alone in the darkness. No one here but myself.
I fidget with the knot, hoping to get free.
No luck at all with the rope, so I sit in misery.
The quiet has provoked my madness, my mind is playing tricks.
My nerves are on edge to point of making me sick.
Questions come to mind to solve this dilemma.
But no answers reveal themselves no matter how hard I want them.
I decide to give up. There is no use fighting.
All I'm doing is wearing myself out, struggling against my bindings.
As I sit quietly I start to hear a rustling from the bushes.
'Help!’ I cry out. No response. I try several times but it's all useless.
I watch carefully through the trees.
Hopefully it's not a bear coming to eat me.
Through the darkness I see a shadow in the mist.
It's tall as a person. My freedom is eminent.
The shadows steps forward, a person steps into the light.
At first I was relieved but now I have a feeling something isn't right.
'Can you help me?’ but they don't say a thing
All I hear is grunts. And I smell a putrid stink.
The figure stepped from the darkness only to reveal.
The living dead walks amongst us, I can't believe this is real.
His flesh is rotten, hanging from his bones.
His eyes fixed upon me but he wasn't alone.
More of them emerge into the light, hunger in eyes.
In that moment I realize today will I die.
They surround me, arms reaching for my flesh.
The last smell remains is the stench on their breath.
One tears open my stomach, spilling out my insides.
Others grabbing for limbs, no one can hear my cries.
The pain is unimaginable, as they feast on my remains.
There is nothing I can as the tears start to rain.
I beg for death but something is keeping me alive.
The hell that is enjoying my torment won't let me die.
My limbs are gone, in the mouths of the deceased.
The flesh torn and shredded, there is barely anything left of me.
My conscience drifts off, hoping to see.
An end to this hell, a peaceful eternity.
As I'm lying there, my binds are let free.
I open my eyes to see who released me.
I see then end of a barrel and then a flash of light.
Finally an end to this horror, my serenity from this night.
I awaken in my bed, drenched in sweat.
A nightmare all to real, from which I won't forget.
I wipe my face and lay there in the dark.
Trying to calm my nerves and the beating in my heart.
Madness fuels the insanity of a nightmare's screams!
Dance in the darkness on this Halloween!
POEM #11
The Lost by Mathew Ballantyne
The night crept upon us like a python in search of prey
Darkness melting light into the hopeless loathing grey
This forest feels a tomb and we the corpse sent to the grave
Our eyes have left us helplessly abandoned & ashamed
Our fear become a penance, our nightmare spoken true
The deepness of this dark shall swallow me & strangle you
For our sins we must now pay,
the devil will have his due
Demons sent from hell below to drag us to our doom
Torture claws scrape & scratch upon the stoney ground
Echo unimaginable, horrific dreadful sound
Blood running dark & cold as death in sunken veins
As rats scurry fast & fevered down dirty sewer drains
Spiders dangle in venom laced
webs to catch our face
Drop down to sink a fang in skins searing burning pain
Suddenly will we stumble stagger falling through the scrub
Catching on the thorny spikes that break the skin & draw the blood
And far off in the distance the beast will catch this scent
That carries from our bleeding skin across the cold night air
And when the beast has the smell laced within its nose
The hunt shall start in earnest
and little will we know
That once the creature tracks us down & finds us in our state
Little will we see of it until it's far too late
Though one will die unexpectedly, screaming their last breath
The other will be forced to watch knowing that they are next.
POEM #12
photo credit goes to Artist Sus Hanberg
Demon scrolls by Sebastian Andrews
Blood written scrolls
And faceless apparitions
Sinister specters
Bring soulless acquisitions
No threats no coercion
A promise twill be done
No excuse no escape
On this night the tale was spun
On this last of Hallows Eve
They’ll celebrate the dead
There will be no reprieve
On your lives they will tread
There will be a bountiful feast
In honor of this day
In adoration of The Beast
Your flesh they tear away
Picking at their teeth
When all is said and done
Man will bequeath
On the demons shines the sun
POEM #13
Vampyre’s Prayer of Death Part I by Kasey Hill
The blood pools around me
In crimson shades of bliss
The knife shredded the skin
I offer a token
Of a simple kiss
I plunge my hand in
Cutting my knuckles and wrist
I grab the heart
Still beating
I yank and pry and twist
As they lay screaming
In their own pool of blood
A heart is what I need
I breathe in the smell
Of copper
I taste the life essence
On my fingers
So bittersweet
I smile as they gasp
Their final breath
They gurgle as the blood
Chokes their airway
I place the treasure
On my offering plate
It still beats
It still offers life
I walk to the bubbling cauldron
And lift the plate
High above
I taste a piece of it;
Savory and lustful
I toss the remnant of life
Into the heated liquid
A puff of smoke released
Lightning and thunder
Fill the sky
A bolt strikes the pot
As I slice my hand
Offering my own essence
To mingle
The potion is done
What is left and dried away
I lift in a ladle to my lips
Breathe in
And drink
Vampyre’s Prayer of Death Part II by Kasey Hill
The liquid
Slid down my throat
Searing and cold
All the same
I tip the ladle
To its last drop
It flows into my mouth
And down my throat
I smile
A blood lust grin
I close my eyes
And lift my head upwards
The warmth rushes
Through my body
I’m jerked to my knees
As a cold, icy grip
Replaces the warmth
I feel my body contort
Agony befalls me
The icy grip of death
Flows through my veins
I can hear the heartbeat
Of the one I offered
Beat alongside of mine
Mine slows As the other grows
In intensity and rapidness
I clutch at my chest
Tearing my dress open
My breasts revealed
Only to the moonlight
The rise and fall
Of each tormented breath
The beat of my heart
Nearly bursting through
My cavity
Each double thump
I can see it imprinting
My skin
I fall to the ground
And convulse
My skin turns blue
From the pale,
Lifeless look
It once had
I gasp and gasp
Each breath burning my lungs
No oxygen
A fish out of water
I can only think now
As death descends
Vampyre’s Prayer of Death Part III
by Kasey Hill
Hail o fateful slumber of change
Winter’s barren lands of waste
Death be quickened
On thy heels
As I lay in bed
In twilight’s grace
Awakened in
The blood of fire
Death forgive
My forging power
Changing thought
And will perceived
Guiding darkness
Through womb conceived
Light is dawning
As I breach
And immortal death
Is close in reach
Fateful hour
Drawing near
Rotting soul
Inside with fear
Resting peaceful
In the stars above
Descends the death
Of change in love
Faster thoughts
And piercing flesh
Ever comes
The prayer of death
THE END!
What a wonderful way to celebrate Halloween and just poetry all together. It was absolutely the greatest honor to have read and share these poems. We all had the same theme but all of your words and imagery and emotions were so different. I loved them ALL!
Thank you poets once again for all your hard work and fun efforts to being life to all the words that come to your minds. Keep up the magnificent work.
With this, we end the Poetry Corner with Ivy and Friends Poetry Challenge until January 2019. See you next year!
Happy Holidays and New Year!
Love and Hugs always,
Ivy Valori
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