Showing posts with label original poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label original poem. Show all posts

Friday, January 25, 2019

Supernatural Friday: Winter Haunt (Original Poem)




Enjoy my original ghostly poem and please share the link and not the poem, so that others can read it too. 


Winter Haunt

By

Pamela K. Kinney




Winter’s chill deepens when night hits
A sky full of brilliant stars and a hovering moon
Draws you outside to view nature’s glowing glories
Peace fills you at the sights,
when suddenly something nearby catches your eye,
nearby the old oak tree a few feet away.
Not an owl or some other nightly predator,
No, it has a--no it is a shadow,
darker than the darkness itself.
Then it changes, becomes like mist
Except you know the night is clear,
and there’s no mist or fog anywhere.
“What is this strange thing,” you think,
drawing closer and you reach out,
and you see it too, reaches out
A chill much worse than the winter night offers
envelopes you, digs beneath your skin.
Eyes, a nose, a face appears within the glow!
The cold burrows deeper within you
until it finds your heart,
The steady beat of a drum grows louder, harder,
And you understand it’s fear pounding your heart like a hammer.
The need to bolt, to return to the warmth and solace of your home
Fills you like a meme:
Run. Run! RUN! Or it will get you! Go now!
But your feet remained as if glued to the ground,
The ghost moves and covers you completely.
Blind terror fills you, and yet, still, you cannot move.
When suddenly, the haunt vanishes, and the stillness that
held you, is gone.
Later, inside your house, safe and sound, still shaking,
a blanket wrapped around you for warmth and comfort,
You know that winter nights have more than you bargained for;

That the supernatural haunt them, too.



Wednesday, October 31, 2018

HAPPY HALLOWEEN (Original Poem, "Halloween Warning")




“Halloween Warning
By
Pamela K. Kinney



Cool breeze of autumn
Darkness now earlier,
October days, leaves of color
Halloween looming with menace.
With this time come things,
Things unmentionable;
Unsettling and haunting.
White and gray wisps,
Fluttering in the night
Jack-o-lanterns with leering grins
Hear that howl?
Is it the neighbor’s dog?
Or something else?
Blood-chilling;
Downright frightening.
Phantoms, werewolves, ghouls,
Many other kinds of fiends. . .
RUN! HIDE! SAVE YOURSELVES!
Or welcome these harbingers of Samhain,

                 What’s a little fear among friends on Halloween?





Thursday, October 25, 2018

Supernatural Friday: A Dark and Terrible Thing Is Coming!





"A Dark and Terrible Thing is Coming!"


It’s coming,

Like a terrible thing

It’s scary,

Dark, and with a toothy grin.


So you better beware,

Have everything ready

Decorate appropriately,

For the end is near.

Just remember one thing,

It only comes but once a year

Halloween, costumed in orange and black,

A mask upon its gruesome face

Ringing your doorbell with persistence,

Innocent child or demonic being

Feed it candy, just to be safe.

Trick or Treat.

 I hoped you enjoyed this poem I wrote, "A Dark and Terrible Thing Is Coming!" It's an original poem and copyrighted to me, so do share the link with friends, not the poem, please. Thank you.
 

Sunday, October 07, 2018

Supernatural Friday: A Dark and Terrible Thing Is Coming! (Original Poem by Pamela K. Kinney)




"A Dark and Terrible Thing is Coming!"

It’s coming,


Like a terrible thing


It’s scary,


Dark, and with a toothy grin.




So you better beware,


Have everything ready


Decorate appropriately,


For the end is near.




Just remember one thing,


It only comes but once a year


Halloween, costumed in orange and black,


A mask upon its gruesome face


Ringing your doorbell with persistence,


Innocent child or demonic being


Feed it candy, just to be safe.


Trick or Treat.


 I hoped you enjoyed this poem I wrote, "A Dark and Terrible Thing Is Coming!" It's an original poem and copyrighted to me, so do share the link with friends, not the poem, please. Thank you. 

Friday, June 22, 2018

Supernatural Friday: Crimson Rush-original poem

                 Enjoy my original poem, "The Crimson Rush," but please do not copy it and paste it elsewhere, share the link instead so others may enjoy it.
Crimson Rush

By
Pamela K. Kinney


So much red;
Delicious, lip-smacking
Liquid,
I want it
No, I need it.
The fountain of life
Beneath the flesh,
Beckoning,
Taunting,
Calling me,
Until,
I can’t help it
But sink fang
Into the softness
Drinking;
Rush of crimson,
Of daylight and life.
Leaving behind
The husk,
Flying away
To sleep the sleep
Of the addicted.

Friday, June 15, 2018

Supernatural Friday: Haunting Summer Solstice Battle (Original Poem)



Summer solstice is coming. Do ghosts wait for the dark of night, no matter how late? Or do they appear as usual? This original poem that I wrote (please share the blog link with your friends as the poem is copyrighted) is about one Civil War battlefield's nightly haunt on the upcoming solstice.


Haunting Summer Solstice Battle
By
Pamela K. Kinney


Only 19% visible;
the solstice moon
looks down
on the battlefield.
Silence,
except for crickets
in the humid night.
From both sides
comes pale, wisps of
shades on horseback
and many on foot.
The noise of battle erupting.
Out of sync,
no reality
Blue against gray,
Union against Confederate,
cannons booming and guns blasting.
The ectoplasmic war began late,
All due to the
longest day
of the year
Dawn,
the cock crows
and phantoms
vanish with the sun.
Until the next night…



http://www.hauntedhovel.com/images/antietambattlefield.jpg

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Supernatural Friday: Stygian Fiends (Original Poem)



Enjoy this original poem I wrote for the next to the last Supernatural Friday of September 2017. Do not share the poem, but do share the link to friends, so they can read it too.

Stygian Fiends
By
Pamela K. Kinney

The world is
not as it
should appear.
There is a
hidden, dark truth.
Dead things 
among us,
hunt us,
wanting us,
so, they can
feed upon
our souls.
Eat us,
Become us,
Their darkness
Overcoming our essence,
sucking us dry,
until, no more
do we exist.

Friday, July 07, 2017

Supernatural Friday: Passing the Infection (Original Poem)

Please, enjoy this horror poem. Share the link and not the poem with your friends. Thank you.




Passing the Infection

by

Pamela K. Kinney


Mouth full of jagged fangs
Bites; it hurts, oh it hurts!
My life is sucked away,
Crimson, wet, no life left
Something is exchanged
Corrupting me, molding me
Death is short,
Until, the next night,
Rising, a walking virus
Seeking, seeking, seeking
Biting, biting, biting
Undead infection.




Friday, November 04, 2016

Supernatural Friday: Monsters' Hunting Season (Original Poem)




Enjoy this original poem by me for Supernatural Friday. Do share the blog link ans not the perm, so others cab con and read it.


"Winter is Coming, That Mean's It's Soon Hunting Season"

Winter’s not here yet, 
It's just autumn
But the leaves are dropping
And winter's cold fingers touches my skin.
Nothing to fear,
Except freezing to death;
Right?
But the coldness
Brings the monsters
They want to play;
Play with you
In so many ways.
Less people in the woods,
It’s Sasquatch’s time.
Werewolf is drawn
To towns full of human prey.
Ghosts don’t feel
So they hunt, cold or hot
Zombies?
They can eat anytime!
As for vampires
They’re icebox cold too.
So who told you winter’s safe?
It’s just another hunting season
For monsters!