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  1. Raven

    Raven Banned

    Oct 14, 2006
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    The NetherWorld

    Weekly Poetry Contest (09)

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Raven, Jun 11, 2007.

    The Ninth Poetry Contest

    I will sticky the winner in poetry until the winner of the next poetry contest. (10)

    The Rules
    The poem must be based on the theme I set if not it will not be entered.
    One Poem Per Member.
    Each poem must be more than 7 lines.

    This thread will be stickied for 5 Days and then Voting will begin. You can vote for yourselves But i would hope in the name of good sportsman ship you'd vote for a poem you haven't written. But I'll leave that decision up to you

    And Now the Theme. Courtesy of Night Haunter
    Your theme is based on something scary and Haunting this could be ghosts, Daemonicus (Daemons), Poltergiests, Entities, or anything to do with Haunting it doesn't have to be scary just Haunting.
    Your Poem must be on this theme.

    Post your poems in this thread it will stay stickied for 5 days

    Submission Ends 15/06/07 Entries submitted after that date will not be entered.
    Voting will last three days and end on 18/06/07

    If anyone wishes to Pm me a theme you'd like to write in the next poetry contest please feel free to.

    And thank you all for your pms of themes.
    Rest assured none of your suggestions will be left out.

  2. Nadala

    Nadala Banned

    Dec 7, 2006
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    Silent night

    Oh silent night and the village is sleeping,
    Outside in darkness something sinister creeping.
    Seeking up,
    Seeking down,
    Crippled satanic wearing Lucifer’s crown.

    Oh silent night and a mother is weeping,
    Seems the demon has been out reaping.
    Hiding low,
    Hiding high,
    Little jimmy caught a glimpse of the boogieman grinning sly.

    Oh silent night, little jimmy’s not breathing.
    Out in the hall mother is grieving.
    Cries bitter,
    Cries shrill,
    Little jimmies skin begins to chill.

    Oh silent night the boogieman sneaking,
    Crawling from beneath the bed, floorboards creaking.
    Breathing heavy,
    Breathing hard,
    Done gutting Jimmie now on to Bernard.

    Oh silent night and a thick mist billows
    You know it’s the boogieman, hide under the pillows.
    In windows,
    In doors,
    Into the darkness boogieman pours.

    Oh silent night and yet again boogieman is haunting,
    Beneath the bed snickering, taunting.
    Call help,
    Call need,
    Best call quickly before the boogieman gives in to feed.

  3. Heather Louise

    Heather Louise Contributor Contributor

    Dec 10, 2006
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    xXx Heather xXx

    The children sleep in soundless

    The children sleep in soundless
    Motionless dreamlands.
    Where ghouls and ghosts are far from sight,
    Not in your mind to give a fright.
    As in the darkness they will fight,
    With hopes
    And dreams.
    And take away the light.
    The only light that burns
    That yearns,
    For oxygen to feed the flame,
    Whilst monsters play their sinister games.
    And on the darkness you will blame,
    Your nightmares,
    And worries,
    That plagues your little mind,
    While you sleep and your dreams
    Become infected with dark.
    The smiles of the ooggie boogie man
    Haunt your nights
    And make your days a pain.
    For you dread your bed
    And the silent slumber
    In which you lie
    And shinning eyes pry.
    They watch you cry,
    Your tears seeping down your cheek.
    For you know the rest of the week
    Will be just the same,
    One big game for the
    Ghosts and ghouls.
  4. wordwizard

    wordwizard New Member

    Feb 5, 2007
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    Vancouver Island
    All in my Head

    My mind tells me I am being watched,
    the hairs spring to life on my neck.
    I jog halfway up the stairs,
    giving the kitchen one last check.

    I bolt up the very last flight,
    and jump quickly into bed.
    I swear I felt hands grabbing my feet,
    but I guess it's all in my head.

    My eyes have a mind of their own;
    moving wildly to check every nook.
    I lay in bed, pull the covers overhead,
    my door creaks but I am to afraid to look.

    Now something is creeping up my bed,
    I feel the weight move past my feet.
    I squeal and pull the blankets off,
    greeted by my cat who has yet to eat.

    A sigh of relief, back down the stairs,
    too feed this poor cat of mine.
    But it does not stop my heart from jumping,
    or the shivers crawling up my spine.

    I hear a bump, a shuffle or two,
    and smile at how the mind can trick.
    a flash of a shadow, cool wind past my hip,
    I never realized that fat cat was so quick...

    I take deep breaths and feel so silly,
    at night I am so easy to scare.
    Halfway up the stairs- I turn...
    to see a dark figure standing there.
  5. *water*sprite*

    *water*sprite* New Member

    May 28, 2007
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    In a fanfic
    Insomnia and large amounts of Poe songs do this to me.

    Part of me doesn't really like this, but part of me does so I'm posting it. I don't expect anyone to like it -.-b

    this ish called,

    How about a 4am bed time story.
    Would you like some pain?
    I'm giving it away to any willing
    Neck wraped around in a crimson scarf.
    I'll be out on the town for hours.

    I took a little trip to the doctor
    not the best one in town.
    Pulled back these black tresses,
    I make way for the screams that enter my ears.
    They haunt my living nightmares.

    I'm fine with discomfort,
    it's the fall of it all I fear.
    I have this grey background,
    I hate black.

    I try to be imaginative
    but the course is stranded by echos.
    Pull forward, pull into.
    Leave me hanging,
    broken for the less painfull round.
    I'll be fine.

    I'm fine with pain,
    with discomfort,
    with the fall,
    with the taste.
    I'll be alright if I don't see my father's eyes watching me.
    I'm haunted by his sickening memory.

    Make a wish on a leaf,
    place the clasp back,
    wring the dollie's neck,
    take one more pill.
    'Pick up the peices of your life', she says.
    'They're staining the carpet.
    Your so called pure vomit doesn't help.'

    00psie on not entering last time, I was busy trying to plan life and I lost track of the days.
    I did write something and I might post it in the review room.
  6. Gannon

    Gannon Contributor Contributor

    Jan 15, 2007
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    Manchester, England
    The Score

    Her shadow and I are being followed
    by a few bars of piano and a tune,
    one lone instrument, and crucially
    by the yellow light of the moon.

    Suitable also for shower scenes
    and running through sprinklers:
    adult viewing; Cue pretty teens
    that now seperate while

    our staple track returns
    stalking the young cheerleader;
    Slow-mo camera and tinkling refrain -
    It would appear he's struck again.
  7. Torana

    Torana Contributor Contributor

    Mar 13, 2007
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    Soulless Face

    His face;
    It’s always there no matter where I run,
    I can not escape.

    I close my eyes
    and I begin to pray,
    that your memory will go away
    until another day,
    when I don’t feel ok and need to cry.

    I can’t bare the pain of seeing your face.
    That laceration above your brow,
    the blood oozing from your pale lips.

    It isn’t you I see,
    it is a lifeless body before me now.
    Take the mannequin away,
    bring my brother back to me.

    His face is haunting me,
    can’t fall asleep tonight,
    the pain so strong and I can’t escape.
    Need to run and hide.

    Someone save me from my memories,
    carve them from my mind.
    Let me have a night to rest and sleep tonight.

    I hold the glass within my hand now,
    I see your face in the reflection,
    I need to get away, you’re everywhere.
    I want to be free from your memory.

    I see the car
    and I see the tree,
    I see your blood spilt everywhere.

    I see your face,
    your arm falling down by your side.
    I see a fathers world crash down,
    when he hears of your fate
    from my own lips.
    A sisters tears and screams,
    when I tell her on the phone.
    It haunts me day and night.

    Can’t take no more,
    Can’t bare it anymore.
    Gotta get away,
    Gotta get a break,
    Gotta get a moments peace.

    His face haunts me day and night.

  8. Eoz Eanj

    Eoz Eanj Contributor Contributor

    Nov 11, 2006
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    Suck My Kiss

    My skin itches- red, bloodied blotches,
    Pupils merge with my iris- One gone. Two.
    Blue, blue, I faint into blue- you, I see you.
    In the form of a pale, moving sigh, moonless.
    Faceless faces, slaughtered lambs- silence of the dying.
    Snake tails, four tongues, mercury tears-
    Lick my face; they taste me; the bubbles
    my kindred delicacy- It’s toxic.
    It swells; flesh fissures; wounds open and close.
    Warm water, it spits- sizzles- a rancid smell- their smell
    The spirits they’re here for me- vulnerable- the kill.
    I Am. Killed. Lucid and sweetly slowly
    Bowing down; they live off my love and suck from my
  9. Baywriter

    Baywriter Contributor Contributor

    May 31, 2007
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    The Perspective of Paranoia

    In a closet, I lie—the darkness lurks in silence.
    Oh, savoring silence that sits, breathing curtly down my neck.
    “Stop!” I say. “I know you’re there!”
    Cruel wind, cruel shadows… I see them all
    perched behind my windowpane, suffering a smile.

    A man and his companion—his pointed companion—wait
    behind my door, whispering toxic melodies. And like rain against my ear,
    a young girl, translucent, wispy, sings her taunt:

    Look out! Look out!
    There he is behind you!
    Run away! Flee! Shout!
    He’s coming to get you!

    I see the blade, its glistening face… My eyes touch the man.
    He is darkness—he is silence, and when I turn, he is nothing.
    Does he seek his torment at my front now? Oh, yes!
    The spiders that tickle my neck with abrading claws say so!

    He waits like a distant scarecrow. Soar unto him, raven!

    A raven? Oh, where? Death awaits those ‘neath its lonely silhouette.
    My eyes dart in rapid tempo: my heart’s reflection.
    The spiders crawl, the girl sings…That man is there!
    Waiting, waiting… He’ll kill me yet!

    He sees me running, eternally running…
  10. Domoviye

    Domoviye New Member

    Jan 8, 2007
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    Proud Canadian. Currently teaching in Nanjing, Chi
    The Playground

    There is a playground outside of town.
    Its got everything, slides, a jungle gym, and swings.
    Its even has a bouncing clown.
    Every kid tries to cross the hanging rings.

    Nothing ever breaks there,
    Even though its rusty and old.
    No adults go there, they don't seem to care.
    "Don't play there," is all we're told.

    But we keep going.
    It's fun and there are always toys.
    Trucks for driving, tea sets for picnics and balls for throwing.
    We don't even have to worry about the bad boys.

    No one does anything bad there.
    No toys are ever stolen or broken,
    When we play tag everyone plays fair.
    And no names or bad words are spoken.

    Everyone knows that the playground plays nice,
    Be polite is the only rule.
    If you want to be bad you'd better think twice.
    If you aren't nice, you're a fool.

    A big black dog will follow you home.
    It's big and mean with bright red eyes.
    It will follow you wherever you roam.
    It will make sure no one hears your cries.

    Your pets will disappear.
    You'll never pass another test.
    The dog will show you your fear.
    Nothing you do will ever be your best.

    And the dog will always watch you.
    Monsters will hide under your bed.
    Things in closet will laugh at you to.
    And never, ever go into the shed.

    There is one way to save yourself.
    Give away all your toys.
    Clear out the toy chest and every shelf.
    Give them to all the girls and boys.

    The dog will leave then.
    The monsters will go away.
    But never be bad in the playground again,
    Or they'll eat you the next day.

    So run home little boy.
    Run home, quick as you can.
    And be sure to get all your toys.
    I see a black tail behind that van.
  11. Night Haunter

    Night Haunter Banned

    Mar 14, 2007
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    United kingdom


    A subtle falme burns slowly
    Under a glaze of low shadows.
    The deamon of my dreams watches over
    Looking down yet Subtle this flame remains
    The beast that seeks becomes more

    A transformation from flesh to spirit
    Is this my final hour
    Or am i merely riding the fream
    This subtle flame burns slowly
    as my life slips into another realm
    A transformation from flesh to spirit

    Voices calling a deamon waiting
    Hell is returning
    Now I move through a passage of light no angels to great me
    Just the face of a deamon through an everlasting Mirror
    Is this the way of things to come.

    A lonely candle flickers
    Shadows ever moving
    Creatures ever lurking
    Always dark
    Visions come and visions go
    But the nightmare remains the same

    I am greeted by my fear
    I am greeted by the never
    Haunted visions
    Haunted images
    Passing through the night
    My eyes flicker

    The beast awaits
    My fate is taken
    The beast within strikes.
    My eyes open sweat rolls down in beads
    My forehead burns while my heart beats
    Panic striken.
    Another dream yet the same visions
    The candle still flickers
    The shadows remain.
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