POETRY | scribblings

Haunted House -- A Narrative Poem

In a dark room of an old and haunted house Lived a small child all alone in the world. This child had no friends or pets; not even a...

There’s a Tower on the bank of the river With ghosts who make people shiver Many people have been locked in this tower By whoever...

There once was a house among trees With a garden and a soft breeze, And a sandbox beside it , With tree shadows stretching over the pit....

it’s the sort of dark that smothers with a lack of movement that seems to strangle your screams it’s the sort of night that frightens and...

Grass of green and skies of orange Purple clouds like fluffy cats Hot like ice and cold as a forge Pools of flowers like colourful mats A...

Tiny grains dart in front of the quietness panels are seeking a new means of silencing the household to block out a special noise dancing...

time has invigorated its people the uniformity that cultures lose cannot come to life because it's old and new and alien to the story

tired of having nothing but conversations in her own mind the trouble of nothing the way she ought to watch for the moment to think...

enchanted living desperate laughing lonely whisperings infinite curiosity ghostly blue innocence

buried by bright monsters caged, waiting, dying ruined by thundering truth ghosts steal secrets keep hell inside

Laughing like a loon People think I’ve gone insane – I’m so sleep deprived. Playing funny games And drinking lots of coffee… I’m so...

My favourite apples are red With them I am happily fed Unless they have worms ‘Cause then I may squirm And go hide underneath my bed

music smoothly flowing playing, dancing, flowing causing emotion in people beauty