Writing Prompt: Ghostly Poems Month
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Hello members! 
It's time to pull out pens and paper, gather around the campfire, and conjure up your creepiest compositions. 

October is "Ghostly Poems" month at the Pigpen. 

The challenge: 
Write a poem inspired by Halloween, goblins, ghosts, or ghouls.  

(And/or: phantoms, phantasms, spooks, spectres, portents, potions, shadowy places, shady characters, ravens, wraiths, ghostly galleons, scarecrows, vampires, headless horsemen, ominous mists, floorboards with a sketchy vibe, etc.)  

Comments, crits, and kudos are all welcome.  
This is just for fun, so no feedback requirements or posting limits will apply in this thread.

Post poems as new replies to this thread.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara 
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Apologies—I decided to take this one back, for now.
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(10-02-2025, 01:41 AM)Quixilated Wrote:  Hello members! 
It's time to pull out pens and paper, gather around the campfire, and conjure up your creepiest compositions. 

October is "Ghostly Poems" month at the Pigpen. 

The challenge: 
Write a poem inspired by Halloween, goblins, ghosts, or ghouls.  

(And/or: phantoms, phantasms, spooks, spectres, portents, potions, shadowy places, shady characters, ravens, wraiths, ghostly galleons, scarecrows, vampires, headless horsemen, ominous mists, floorboards with a sketchy vibe, etc.)  

Comments, crits, and kudos are all welcome.  
This is just for fun, so no feedback requirements or posting limits will apply in this thread.

Post poems as new replies to this thread.

Friday Ghost 
ate his Sunday Roast
and then he had some tea
now ready for a jaunt
his Monday haunt
beckoned appealingly
so he booked his place
in the Spectral Space
and shivered out his glee
he got his spells
and the bells of his hells
neat and tidy and ready
chains and coffins
Psychopompic crossings
the gifts he gave for free.
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Today, the talk of ghost or ghoul
with learned peers is held most foul,
but it wasn't like this two thousand years ago,
when the greatest Christian ere Mar a Lago
had its famous resident, roamed the earth.
Saul of Tarsus, though his worth
is less than half of our beloved Donald's
(the messiah he, foretold in Ronald's
presidency by prophets not old,
would make rally crypto, CHF, gold) -
this Saul, peripatetically roaming
with devils nipping at his restless feet,
goblins and witches a-cackle in the gloaming,
met a veiled figure in the street.

(to be continued...)
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#5
The Eternal Crossroads

There are ghosts and no afterlife,
why waste time earning money
when you could live your life?

Anxiety is a veil of trauma,
a roadsign in the nerves
that sees DEATH.

Operational hazard,
the whole apparatus.
Satan is the Prince
of this Earth.

There was never a throne,
and the crown's a halo
worn by both Shiva and Ganesh. 

Ghosts are provided for our benefit.
It's the space between stars
that haunts.
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