Scary Poems
It was like talking to a brick wall
by Randy Johnson
Talking to you was always a waste of time, you didn't listen at all.
Talking to you was worthless, it was like talking to a brick wall.
I showed you a movie about a young boy who took drugs and then drowned in the swimming pool.
I thought it would scare you into stopping your drug use but you laughed instead, that wasn't cool.
Many years ago when my brother was at your house when we were young,
you used something that made you cough up black stuff out of your lungs.
That should've showed you how bad and dangerous drugs are, it should've been a wake up call.
But you continued to do drugs, talking to you was a dumb idea, it was like talking to a brick wall.
You would use any drug that people would give you if they said it would get you high.
You got your hands on the wrong stuff and your luck ran out, and it caused you to die.
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Nightmares
by Julia Shaw
Nightmares are dreadful things
They creep into subconscious minds
And tear at sanity's fragile strings
Turning our thoughts to things unkind
I was a teacher of children quite small
And loved the years I spent with them
But soon after leaving teaching I recall
My nightmares started to brim
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Fraidy Cat
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Halloween night, a slender flapping scarecrow,
With the remorseless wind, he's doing a tango,
An owl is hooting, and large yellow eyes glow,
A witch in black is cackling, in deeper shadow.
Jack-o'-lantern grinning wildly in the window,
Dark night carries sounds of a ghostly bellow,
Blind bats are flying, a yellow moon is mellow,
There seem to be monsters wherever you go!
......
I Do Not Remember
by Reka McCain
As I hesitated to enter this dull yet rickety house
i tripped to what seemed like an old blouse.
It was torn, old, rugged, and had holes through it
and it seemed as if someone had torn the zip.
I looked around to see whom might roam about
I stummbeled upon an old mirror connected mount.
It not only told me to leave but showed me the truth
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I Do Not Remember
by Reka McCain
As I hesitated to enter this dull yet rickety house
i tripped to what seemed like an old blouse.
It was torn, old, rugged, and had holes through it
and it seemed as if someone had torn the zip.
I looked around to see whom might roam about
I stummbeled upon an old mirror connected mount.
It not only told me to leave but showed me the truth
......
Fraidy Cat
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Halloween night, a slender flapping scarecrow,
With the remorseless wind, he's doing a tango,
An owl is hooting, and large yellow eyes glow,
A witch in black is cackling, in deeper shadow.
Jack-o'-lantern grinning wildly in the window,
Dark night carries sounds of a ghostly bellow,
Blind bats are flying, a yellow moon is mellow,
There seem to be monsters wherever you go!
......
Nightmares
by Julia Shaw
Nightmares are dreadful things
They creep into subconscious minds
And tear at sanity's fragile strings
Turning our thoughts to things unkind
I was a teacher of children quite small
And loved the years I spent with them
But soon after leaving teaching I recall
My nightmares started to brim
......
It was like talking to a brick wall
by Randy Johnson
Talking to you was always a waste of time, you didn't listen at all.
Talking to you was worthless, it was like talking to a brick wall.
I showed you a movie about a young boy who took drugs and then drowned in the swimming pool.
I thought it would scare you into stopping your drug use but you laughed instead, that wasn't cool.
Many years ago when my brother was at your house when we were young,
you used something that made you cough up black stuff out of your lungs.
That should've showed you how bad and dangerous drugs are, it should've been a wake up call.
But you continued to do drugs, talking to you was a dumb idea, it was like talking to a brick wall.
You would use any drug that people would give you if they said it would get you high.
You got your hands on the wrong stuff and your luck ran out, and it caused you to die.
......
