Ghosts

Drama, Fear, Horror, Childhood

Ghosts

 

The window is rattling, the night is dark.

The floors creak,

The moonlight leaves marks-

Across the walls,

Like writings from ghosts.

Footsteps in the distance,

But they don’t seem close.

The mind is painting, it’s creating a scene.

Is it real?

Is it fake?

Is it all just a dream?

 

Now listen more closely

Be prepared.

The footsteps get louder,

Now moving up the stairs.

SHATTERING!

CRASHING!

ALMOST AT THE DOOR!

 

Your breathe sounds like screaming,

As it moves across the floor.

The knob shakes-like-a-whisper,

Revealing a shadow out there.

Skin frightens,

Full of bumps,

And the standing of hair.

 

The covers go flying,

The protectors of the bed!

Eyes close shut!

Curl right up!

Just pretend that you’re dead!

 

 

Author's Note

Constructive Criticism, reviews, comments, questions, are welcomed and appreciated. I will do the same for you if asked

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the tale told in the poem.
"The covers go flying,
The protectors of the bed!
Eyes close shut!
Curl right up!
Just pretend that you’re dead!"
I liked the ending. Playing dead and expecting to be saved. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Drama Child]

Thank You Coyote!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Esther]

Honestly this poem describes me at night when I hear something freaky!! I love this poem.

[Drama Child]

Thank you this was a fun one for me to write. I'm a fan of horror movies which leads to a huge imagination at night.. Thanks again!

[Esther]

Me too I love horror movies but I am such a wimp!!