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1st Annual Ghostly Poems Month
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10-02-2023, 12:34 AM
Hello members. As promised, we would like to continue with our themed monthly prompts. This October, will be our first annual "Ghostly Poems" month.
Write a poem inspired by Halloween, goblins, ghosts or ghouls. Comments, crits and kudos are all welcome. Posts poems as new replies to this thread. 
10-04-2023, 01:58 AM
< Alice > Can be found here
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions
10-05-2023, 05:11 AM
Things That Go Bump in Broad Daylight
the cats the fridge a hungry baby two doors down a pigeon's coos and grunts the text not returned the unfilled prescription another unknown number calling twice 
10-06-2023, 01:23 AM
10-06-2023, 03:18 AM
The Ghosts of Sex
Loins of glass show traces of lightning spreading outward into fingertips and toes ghosts of embrace and climax a geography of lost delights mapped by an impassive brain across an excess of time. Each ghost is its own beast alone in a crystal jungle of unforgotten bliss trapped in a sacrificial mirror where ritual writhing brought rain from a sky of remorseless bodies to quench heartbeats for a instant leaving behind in a flash a fleshless entity. They haunt each other believing only in a naked memory where once they were one, forever able to cast aside distance and harm to drown mortal night in a harried new dawn that was their beginning. 
10-08-2023, 02:22 AM
My doctor bought a stethoscope and coat
for two bucks at Dollarama on October twenty seventh nineteen ninety six. He started his practice four days later at a friends party in the mountains, espousing the virtues of frequent breast exams and prescribing chemicals for malaise to the zombies and ghouls. As I had no family doctor at the time, I sought his counsel on modern alternatives to the peg leg and eye patch I earned at the hands of Tortuga Jake aboard the Golden Eel. His advice was simple: after enough drink, one eye and one leg work better than two.
10-08-2023, 04:27 AM
The Doorbell
the old doorbell now says "Boo" it never used to it never used to 
10-08-2023, 08:47 AM
Hallowe’en Logic
Saw a humorous display in a neighbor’s yard: pirate ship (inflatable) crewed by skeletons and sporting a traditional black banner... Could not help ruminating– should their flag not have skull and crossed thigh-bones with, like, the skin still on?  Non-practicing atheist
10-08-2023, 10:46 AM
The Pop-In
it's 3:24 am; my bladder a millstone to sleep you're sitting on the edge of my bed with that smug grin only exhaustion could make me believe you are real but the alarm is imminent and you never entirely fuck off 
10-08-2023, 11:21 AM
Secretly, I wouldn’t mind a ghost or two.
I have so many questions about death and beyond. Though, it occurs to me now that they might not know. They’re stuck halfway in between two worlds, neither caterpillar nor moth, just goo.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara
10-14-2023, 03:23 AM
***Random specific prompt mid month...
write a 6-8 line poem about "Trolls." - off the cuff - within an hour of first reading this post Post as new reply to this thread.
10-14-2023, 05:14 AM
Any Kind of Fun, Just Fun
~a found poem Under the ground, vicious is a good word for me. Under the ground, I'm good at fighting. I can beat you fucking bad and won't be found. Today, where would you like to be? "Under the ground." 
10-14-2023, 05:20 AM
(10-14-2023, 05:14 AM)Lizzie Wrote: Any Kind of Fun, Just Fun Damn that's good - found where may I ask?
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
10-14-2023, 06:01 AM
(10-14-2023, 05:20 AM)CRNDLSM Wrote: Damn that's good - found where may I ask? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlVmZ77DoAM https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2d2o6jKOzVg
10-14-2023, 06:28 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-14-2023, 06:32 AM by Quixilated.)
Troll
Trollalala eat some rocks for breakfast wait under the bridge for someone to pester Trollalalala Always sing with your mouth full of food. A good little troll must never be rude. (stop for laughter) Trollalalla The bones we like best are the little ones kittens and quail and children’s toes Trollalala We sing through the night and stay out of sight our gravelly voices cause chaos and fright Trollalala We like to be your worst surprise but we’ll call it a night before the sunrise Trolllalala Troll La Troll And something about rocks …
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara
10-14-2023, 12:01 PM
Preds
in a time when any conceivable fetish demands shelter from those outside the know you never meet a maid with a thing for trolls the way they might for lions or horses dark corners are dark corners make yourself comfortable we remain intact
10-14-2023, 01:25 PM
10-18-2023, 03:17 AM
Our Generation Needed the Fear Dead
We had become too sensitive, so they said, for this kind of thing; strong, simply being what we are, call us Mary Sue, we came together and destroyed that horror which they said could never die. The hearts of the season came together, one witchcraft beyond irony, and crushed the phantom Shape to the toxic slush that it belongs. We killed him. Fear is over. Halloween ends.
10-18-2023, 05:27 AM
Squid Pro Quo
some say boo in pencil some say boo with ink 
10-18-2023, 06:07 AM
trolls, lost souls
internet goblins with no buzz except to be a fly in your face outraged for the sheer fun of outrage at anything at anyone nothing to offer except to differ on anything with any one looking for any way not to pull their weight not to pull that trigger |
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A nice list poem that doesn't read like a list
