The Ghost

The Ghost

There was a ghost
Who was the most
Frightening of them all.
He would scare
Here and there
On Halloween in fall.

Howling at night

Giving a fright

Using all his scaring smarts.

He would rattle some chains
And his ghostly remains
To put fear in others hearts.

Here's a little poem that I quickly (and poorly) wrote in the spirit of Halloween.  I know I've been behind with posts and I've been having some trouble with my creativity when attempting writing.  I hope with my fall break coming up I will be able to get back to that and maybe get ahead a little bit.  Share, comment, and let me know what you think.  Maybe take a peek at some of my other poems.

Monsters Under Your Bed

I have returned from my trip!  Hurray!  Back to writing poetry!  I hope to be writing some more new things to share.  I'm glad to be back home now.  :-P  Here's a new poem for you!

Little kids always think that there's a monster in their room at sometime in their life.  They get scared in the middle of the night and mom and dad will come in and reassure them that they are safe.  There are no monsters in the closet.  There are no monsters under the bed.  Here is a poem I wrote about a little kid who has monsters come out from under the bed at night.  They don't come to scare him, but to get him into trouble.  But, the picture I posted is more of a cute monster reading with a little girl.  I thought it was sweet, so I added it.  :-P  You can never grow wrong with a picture.  Anyway...  Let me know what you think!  Comment, share, and enjoy!  :-)

Monsters Under Your Bed

Nighttime is when
Monsters begin
To tiptoe and creep
Towards you as you sleep.
They will get you awake
By the noises they make.
They'll mess up your hair
Because they don't care.
They are monsters you see
And they'll do as they please.
They will tickle your toes
And they'll tug on your nose.
Using their armpit jelly
They'll make your room smelly.
Throwing clothes on the floor
And scratching up the floor.
They will break all of your toys
With a joyous monster noise.
And when they are threw
Destroying your room
They will make sure the blame
Is on you.  It's a shame.
But your mom never sees
She only thinks you tease.
And your dad rolls his eyes.
To him they are just lies.
So until the next night
You'll just have to sleep tight.
And simply live with the fact
That your room's always attacked.
Live with being annoyed
With your room all destroyed
And the monsters will take pride
Under your bed where they hide.

Desolate Splendor

So, here is another poem that I wrote for this poetry class I took last semester.  It was the first one I ever wrote without rhyme.  It was something new for me and also my poetry is usually about happy, light-hearted things.  This was a little more serious, a little darker I guess because of what it is titled and what it is also about.  But, when I wrote it, it was around Halloween, so that suited the time of the year just fine.  It's actually become a favorite of mine out of the ones I have written.  Enjoy.

Desolate Splendor

Darkness creeps over the grass and sod. 

As fog

Slowly           

Begins

To

Appear.

The moon rises to illuminate the melancholy of God’s acre.

Night is upon the world.  But who is here to see it?

No one knows what goes on during these hours of darkness

Only the lifeless tenants behold the moonlit beauty before them.

The clouds roll away to reveal the speckled firmament. 

A vast nothingness.

A perpetual beauty.

Immeasurable.

It is a vision of unexplored uncertainty.

The mind is left to wander the celestial chasm and imagine what could be out there.

How sad it is that only the departed are awake to behold the allure of the night.