Nightmare Poetry

They said it was an iceberg

To avoid a mighty panic

But some of us know

What really sank the titanic

First came mighty tentacles

Wrapped around the aft

It’s the Kraken the boatswain cried

Be all thought he was daft

Until they saw that mighty eye

Just beneath the swirls

A deep and watery voice cried

“Paint me like one of your French girls”

But terror struck the passengers

As for the lifeboats they pushed and shoved

The Kraken’s grasp a little too tight,

It only wanted to be loved.

Thank you, I'm very pleased you liked it. Here's an idea for November's poem. Fellow members, for fun! Why not on a whim, write a poem of 12 to 20 lines, of serious or silly, rhymed or unrhymed or even an over-dramatic poem about a family gathering at a harvest meal, or about someone you'd like to roast being served alive, or a Shakespeare, a Dickens, or even your favorite character a horror movie or book or not, who might love to partake, make, or crash the party? What would you serve, Hamlet's father's ghost, or Pennywise, or Scrooge, the Thing, Dracula, Frankenstein, or even a Wolfgang or WolfKaren? Get the idea. Have some fun.

My Halloween Night Light

The curse of creepy shadows

Cast upon room walls at night

Flickering on and then off with

Every passing breeze it seems

Someone or something visits

To watch me sleep within my

Bed hiding beneath my sheets

Covering my head so I do not

Know if it showed up to touch

Me on my toe ankle or elbow

I only know I did wake up but

Not in my bedroom at home

I only know I was in a coffin

In front of my crying sobbing

Weeping relatives who all let

Out a groan when I sat up from

My deep sleep in a funeral parlor

They all stormed out thinking

With me alive no one would

Inherit anything this time

Just like the last three times

I pulled this stunt before

Even though they all swore

I had no pulse nor heartbeat

No breath traversing across

My tongue and out of my lips

When they had laid me to rest

Just like all the times before

So for next time a relative

Did bring a sledge hammer

And a wooden oak stake

To put me down one last

time to make sure that

I stay dead not to awake

Thank you, and congratulations CJ