if you like to read and get a chill, from words strung together, well a page of poems of spooky decent is sure to start off clever. my spooky poems is another page thats gonna grow, hope you like them.
Moonlight guides
silver moonlight shines down it guides my darkened path the only light to be seen from moonlights silver grasp. A Poem by T Monk. Dark Wishes..
a darkness in your soul a wind that chills your spine a feeling creeping over you dark wishes of your mind. A Poem by T Monk Dark darkness fills light silence envelops the sound night time falls on daylights grasp for evil is around... a poem by T Monk. Ghosts Ghosts of old Lurk round stone structure Seeking clues to their demise Which they will never find Their lost in the darkness They’ll never escape From the clinch of deaths embrace They are doomed to walk Forever in deaths debt don’t be afraid Do not be scared They cannot harm the living Through physical attack But think Physiological is how they get us Through thought more than action Your never alone In the world a world of spirits. A Poem by T Monk. An old house in Cardington what noise was that a creak of wooden timber protected from natures grasp for many a year windows chatter as wind blows through a house of ageless wonder timbers from trees long ago beetle of the death knocks out its beat not my time just yet i lay used to such noise playing with senses mind filling in gaps to those unaware this is how stories of the dead start with light on in your home it is bright and nice now turn your light off vision is a mighty sense without it our lesser senses take over mind filling in like never before you make bad from nice instantly there's nothing to fear a noise cannot hurt you a creak of a beam should not distress you but never be sure things move in dark recess things can watch you unaware for spirits from ageless time are there watching with no Mal-intent they were here years before you so let them be they wont hurt you a Poem by T Monk Death it follows. death follows us all walking behind awaiting our time to take us from life's grasp and lead us away deaths job for me is not just yet he can wait some more for he is patient he takes his time for he is in no rush and neither am i we will meet one day until then he waits. A Poem by T Monk Clophill Church a dark church on a hill ruined from years of neglect roof all gone and stone all rough a site to chill your spine people visit of mal intent damaging graves with miss guided myth for the church closed for no evil reason more to the fact its distance from villages heart years passed and nature took its coarse closed and derelict it waits people come to scare see ghosts laid bare but reality is a little more dull but what do i know storys turn to legends people come to see Ghosts of clophill church do they scare thee? A poem by T Monk |
Autumn scare
A dark night draws on Wind and rain blow Sounds in the garden Chill to the bone Sounds come closer Wind rattles your doors You get more jumpy Shock to the core Sounds like whispers As the wind talks Coming through your windows And down chimney pots Branches from trees Fall to the ground Leaves scatter all around Autumn is here Summer is done. A poem by T monk My friend the dark darkness my friend where have you been daylight hours envelop round my soul but darkness avoids it sound with no vision sight removed ears pick up like never before darkness surrounds you look and see nothing you hear and hear everything crisp sounds creep in your mind invading dark fears sight is blinded by lights restraint but ears and brain work together a sound-scape fills your head with dread harmless becomes harmful darkness becomes evil vision removed sound and imagination rule. but its just imagination using sound there's nothing dark out there apart from lack of light there are no monsters watching you every move the are no beasts ready to feast on you just yet but dont always be so sure darkness is not the danger sound is not the danger the unknown is what is dangerous harmless or not you have a choice choose right A Poem by T monk A winters chill as darkness draws in the cold of winter chills the air tightness of exposed skin to jack frost chilling stare crispy hard ground grass crunches under foot the frost is hard and deep careful not to slide for its slippy under foot only light visible is from the full moons glare such brightness from reflective light amazingly simple and frighteningly bright sounds seem crisper under moonlit skies for sunshine seems to raise a thousand sounds night time however has a quieter surround focuses the mind to individual sound from an owls hoot to a cats screech a symphony of unknown waves infest my mind what was that noise unnatural sounding echos from fields and woods my pace quickens home is insight i know i am safe i know the noises had simple explanations my mind filling in gaps and making wrong conclusions i reach my door key in un-gloved hand skin cracking through harsh winters chill the key turns and im home the ache of warmth creeps over my body hot tea in hand i look through my window grass as white as if it had snowed but no snow had fell just jack frost with his winters chill. A poem by T monk |