As Darkness Falls

A lone cry
deep in the woods
is soon accompanied by others.
A bell tolls the hour
in a church miles away
from this place.
A castle’s stone tower can
be seen over the treetops.
The wind starts to pick up,
blowing and scattering debris.
And as if by suggestion
the sun starts setting
to let it’s dark side show.

by Denise Drake

Blood Lust

I am your worst nightmare
I kill
but can let you live again.
I am the shadow in the dark
but to where no light can enter.
No shadow can pass
unless invited.
Let me in
to hold you within my cold arms
but to embrace you
with my warm kiss.

by Denise Drake

Children of the Night

Nightwalkers unite
come and welcome in our time
arise from your shadowed beds
walk while the others sleep their
slumbered rest
for this is our hour
Children of the Night.

by Denise Drake


Shadow Play

The wings of the night,
darkness takes flight
over the setting sun .
It chills the warmed air
of the day
and releases the shadows,
that now come alive.

by Denise Drake
R.I.P.

The cemetery where the occupants
have long been silenced.
The living
Oh, how strange!
Come and give lament
to our deafened ears
and decayed corpses
as if we were able to respond.

by Denise Drake

Spectral Vision


electric green, out of the corner of your eye,
caught on film.
dancing balls of light,
shadow play,
flash lights fail,
energy tapped,
haunted.

 Denise Kay Drake @2004

A touch of death


A touch of death 
passed through my room 
one night 
when the moon was full 

To call it a shadow 
would be an insult 
to that whisp 
of ultimate black 

It would not speak 
and had no face 
darkness was its 
only feature 

My hair pricked 
my hand it shaked 
my skin began 
to crawl 

Just when i thought 
my life would end 
the phantom passed 
through the wall 

by T. Sawyer
They stand at a distance 
some smiling 
some grimacing 
some indifferent 
They watch 
They long 
They wish 
They stay away 
They are not welcome 
They know that now 
They want to communicate 
But fate must wait 
Just as they wait 
For the date 
I let them thru my gates. 

by "worldwatcher"

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Haunted Poetry....the musings of our darker side revealed.

Greetings and welcome to our paranormal poetry page. This is the place to let your creative ectoplasm flow! Feel free to submit to us an original poem or short verse on anything eerie, haunted, or foreboding!

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This page was last updated: January 31, 2013
photo by Sherri Brake
Massillon Cemetery ,Massillon OH