Creepy poems

Halloween Poems

Moor Ghost




They hauled him to the crossroads
As day was at its close;
They hung him from the gallows
And left him for the crows.

His hands in life were bloody,
His ghost will not be still
He haunts the naked moorlands
About the gibbet hill.

And oft a lonely traveler
Is found upon the fen
Whose dead eyes hold a horror
Beyond the world of men.

The villagers then whisper,
With accents grim and dour:
"This man has met at midnight
The phantom of the moor."




Hellbound Train



A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,
Having drunk so much he could drink no more;
So he fell asleep with a troubled brain
To dream that he rode on a hellbound train.

The engine with murderous blood was damp
And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp;
An imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones,
While the furnace rang with a thousand groans.

The boiler was filled with lager beer
And the devil himself was the engineer;
The passengers were a most motley crew-
Church member, atheist, Gentile, and Jew,

Rich men in broad cloth, beggars in rags,
Handsome young ladies, and withered old hags,
Yellow and black men, red, brown, and white,
All chained together-O God, what a sight!

While the train rushed on at an awful pace-
The sulphurous fumes scorched their hands and face;
Wider and wider the country grew,
As faster and faster the engine flew.

Louder and louder the thunder crashed
And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed;
Hotter and hotter the air became
Till the clothes were burned from each quivering frame.

And out of the distance there arose a yell,
"Ha, ha," said the devil, "we're nearing hell"
Then oh, how the passengers all shrieked with pain
And begged the devil to stop the train.

But he capered about and danced for glee,
And laughed and joked at their misery.
"My faithful friends, you have done the work
And the devil never can a payday shirk.

"You've bullied the weak, you've robbed the poor,
The starving brother you've turned from the door;
You've laid up gold where the canker rusts,
And have given free vent to your beastly lusts.

"You've justice scorned, and corruption sown,
And trampled the laws of nature down.
You have drunk, rioted, cheated, plundered, and lied,
And mocked at God in your hell-born pride.

"You have paid full fare, so I'll carry you through,
For it's only right you should have your due.
Why, the laborer always expects his hire,
So I'll land you safe in the lake of fire,

"Where your flesh will waste in the flames that roar,
And my imps torment you forevermore."
Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry,
His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high.

Then he prayed as he never had prayed till that hour
To be saved from his sin and the demon's power;
And his prayers and his vows were not in vain,
For he never rode the hellbound train.








Gallows Tree





There was no moon in west or east,
No stars shone down for eyes to see;
The night a couple on their horse
Approached the dreaded gallows-tree.

"Make haste! Make haste!" the young wife cried,
"For something seems to follow me!"
"Don't fear, my love," the man replied,
We're almost past the gallows-tree!"

He kissed her lips, then spurred the horse
And fast they fled across the lea.
But in the dark the husband spied,
A figure by the gallows-tree!

"Give me your cloak," the girl pleaded,
"A bitter chill's come over me.
The wind blows cold, my heart beats fast.
I'm frightened of the gallows-tree!"

"O holy God! My dearest wife,
Quick, say some prayers, fast as can be!
I felt a hand around my neck,
Trying to tear my cloak from me!"

"Give me what's yours, it shall be mine,
Try as you might you cannot flee!
They murdered me and now I'm cursed,
To haunt this wretched gallows-tree!"

"Upon my life, my sweet husband!
Have you no prayer to set us free?
It's got me in its deathly grasp,
I feel its fingers clutch my knee!"

"Give me your bride, your pretty bride,
I've got her now, she won't get free!
I want this girl, so young and warm,
To hang with me from this dead tree!"

"Cling tight, my love, and trust in God!
But I feel you slowly slip from me!"
And with a scream, one man alone
Returned that night from the gallows-tree.








Burning Eyes


Burning Eyes - a scary poem for kids.



When the busy day is done,
And my weary little one
Rocks so gently to and fro;
When the night winds softly blow,
And the crickets in the glen
Chirp and chirp and chirp again;
When upon the haunted bay
Devils dance around their prey
Then from yonder misty skies
Comes the thing with
burning eyes.
Through the murk and mist and gloam
To our quiet, cozy home,
Where to singing, sweet and low,
Rocks a cradle to and fro;
Where the clock's dull monotone
Tells us that the day is done;
Where the moonbeams hover o'er
Playthings sleeping on the floor -
Where my weary wee one lies
Comes the thing with burning eyes.

It comes like a fleeting ghost
From some distant creepy coast;
And no footsteps will you hear
As that beast draws ever near
Not a whisper, not a word
From that fearful thing is heard.
By the pale moon's eerie light,
With a heart that's full of spite
In the depths of darkened skies
Comes the thing with burning eyes.

With flapping wings it comes upon
My dear weary little one,
And those claws do outward spread
To clasp the little curly head,
Seem to fondle and caress
Every little silken tress;
Then she smooths the eyelids down
Over those two eyes of brown -
In such soothing, tender wise
Comes the thing with burning eyes.

Dearest, feel upon your brow
That caressing magic now;
For the crickets in the glen
Chirp and chirp and chirp again,
When upon the haunted bay
Devils dance around their prey
And the moonbeams hover o'er
Playthings sleeping on the floor -
Hush, my sweet! from yonder skies
Comes the thing with burning eyes.