hman you express your self with your soul and that is a great gift thank you for sharing it with us

Hallows Eve




the night is chill and windy
rattling the leaves
ghosts and goblins roam the streets
awake on hallows eve
cackling witches stir thier pots
deadly spells they weave
fires arise from jack's hollow eyes
casting shadows on the scene
imps of hell go door to door
collecting satan's fee
one more year the tributes paid
til next hallows eve

I like reading your poems, you're quite talented.

Are you telling us candy is evil? Satan's bidding???....LMAO.

Very "cute" write Hanged, and yes, you can yell at me later for calling it "cute"! HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Sometimes it's not Opportunity That Knocks



there came a knock upon my door
and i'll regret forever more
the opening of my front door
there he stood all draped in black
one skeletal hand grasped the shaft
the other beckoning me to his side
from the darkness of his hood
rasped a voice dry as wood
"your time is done, come with me
this mortal plane you'll know no more"
i turned to run, but he was quick
one swift touch from his scythe
laid me low and there i died
now here I lie composing my last prose
in my new home six feet below

The Bridge



across a span of longing miles
a wanting woman waits
for someone to build a bridge
to span the empty space

each day comes and closes
with a wish and wiating kiss
waiting fot the building bridge
to span the yawning gap

to bring together him and her
and link the longing miles
allowing them to end the day
entwined in each others arms

nice de compositions

Damn HangedMan these are Awesome keep up the good work

Man he really is good! I enjoyed reading them!

two more great writes hanged...i don't see how you do it. words don't seem to fail you...they come too easy for you...you are truely gifted.

I've come to dance in your words of delicious darkness..splendid as always Hanged

Thank you all. It' really is nice to see that you enjoy my attempts at writing.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
~Edgar Allan Poe~

quote the raven, nevermore

Awwwww...hanged, you tease....i thought you posted more stuff.

*tapping fingers on desk


Waiting for something new here.......

me too waiting for more please

Fred



there's a demon in me
his name is Fred
he runs about naked
inside my head
his little red thing
going swing, swing, swing
he gives me nothing
but erotic dreams
there's a demon in me
his name is Fred
he rummages around
inside my head
digging up the secrets
i've buried there
using them to build
his lustful scenes
there's a demon in me
his name is Fred
that's what i tell myself
before i go to bed
it makes it easier
to have those dreams
if i can blame someone
other than me

Hanged!!!!!!!! what have you got on your mind there sugar?? I loved it hun...you have a way with words.