SPOOKY SHED POEMS: Enter if you Dare!
AFTER HALLOWEEN
It’s under the bed,
I saw it, I did.
It followed me home
And that’s where it hid.
It kept to the shadows
In dark disguise
And watched where I went
With its red ember eyes.
I ran up my house steps
and slammed shut the door
But its shadow slipped in
Through a crack in the floor.
It crept up the stairs
And into my room.
I shouted for mum
Who arrived, with a broom.
The shadowy spectre,
Its eyes burning red,
Disappeared like a trick
Right under my bed.
Mum poked and she prodded
Then said, nothings there.
Your spectre has vanished,
Into thin air.
But the minute mum left
I heard its harsh breath,
The room filled with shadows
Darker than death.
As I lay there in terror
The monster slid out
And crawled up the covers
To get me, no doubt.
My breath came in gasps
And I let out a scream.
Then Mum said, wake up love,
‘You’ve had a bad dream.’
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DON’T LOOK IN THE MIRROR
If you look in a mirror at Halloween
What do you think you will see?
Shadowy demons lurking there?
Something hovering in the air?
A face like a zombie, who could it be?
Look more closely –
Aaaaagh – IT’S ME!
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EIGHT- LEGGED MONSTER
It was the night of Halloween
We were having so such fun,
Until the pumpkin went crazy
And everyone shouted run.
Its face had started melting
It was growing eight hairy legs.
Two bulging eyes were staring
As it rose up on those pegs.
I stood there frozen in the hope
This nightmare was a dream,
And then its hairy leg tickled
And I let out a terrified scream.
Please don’t scream, said the spider
And gave me a scary wink,
You think I’m your very worst nightmare
But I’m not as bad as you think!
When you scream it scares me;
It really is a din.
The very sound and sight of you
Puts me in a spin.
I promise I won’t scare you
If you’ll let me hang around.
And then I’ll simply vanish
Out of sight and out of sound.
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RAP FOR GHOSTS
They move in the night
they’re light and white
they come out of the cupboard
they give me a fright.
They dance in a trance
like shadows on a wall
grotesque and tall.
They rattle and groan
like the wind in the trees.
Green eyes, red eyes
glinting like coals
on a fire, a pyre
in my room
where the curtains blow
they glow in the moonless
gloom and I’m under cover
in this tomb my room
shouting for someone
but they won’t hear
I fear, I know
they’re downstairs
with the TV too loud
laughing out loud.
It’s clear
I’m alone
on my own
with the tap
and the rap of
these ghosts
in the gloom
in my room.