Horror Haiku Contest!
Right now we are running 2 major contests, so we’re not going to offer a prize on this one. We will do 2 things for you. The winners will be announced the same night as the Horror story contest DETAILS HERE (soon), and we will do 1st,2nd,3rd place. We will put your Haiku on tiles and publish them around the web, AND we will publish the top 3 on Every Day Poems.
I wish we could give away more ad space, but honestly that won’t be possible.
Here are the rules:
Poem must be 5,7,5
Poem must be something scary, ghosts or zombies or something.
Haiku must be great.
Enter as many times as possible.
Deadline is Oct 28.
Put the Haiku in the comments below.
Make sure you at least include an email where we can get in touch with you.
Good luck!
Grey Harlowe says
“Film Festival”
Monsters on the screen
She was too scared to notice
The hand behind her
Grey Harlowe says
“Devil’s Hour”
Fat slice of orange moon
He wondered, where were they all?
Then the trees, moving
Grey Harlowe says
“A Well Made Costume”
“No vampires here.”
“But how will you know?” she asked,
fangs beneath blonde curls
Victoria Oronto-Pratt says
“Sweet Cherub”
Sweet cherub smiling
Sweet thing that just ate my child
My wife is pregnant
Victoria Oronto-Pratt says
“Stalker Who?”
Finally she’s home
Now I can come out and play
She better not run
Victoria Oronto-Pratt says
“Trick-or-Treat”
Red-veined heart in hand
Candied soul for trick-or-treat
A deadly delight
Jennifer Rollings says
“All Hallow’s Eve”
Spirits, restless, wait
Churchyard gates swing open wide
Clouds balk; it’s midnight
Jennifer Rollings says
“Gargoyle”
Eyes follow him round
Nothing but stone street about
Statue’s face leers down
JB Wocoski says
“May I Cut In?”
get the axe man now
raise the sharp blade high
eyes wide open dead
Tim Rogers says
Filthy dead brown rat,
neck twisted, dusted in fleas.
Plague victims fall black.
Tim Rogers says
Blood drips down my chin.
Decayed flesh of the undead.
All I crave is brains.
JB Wocoski says
is the zombie dead
make sure it is stone cold dead
did it just twitch
Tim Rogers says
White enameled stove,
gas jets on, gently hissing.
So dark I can’t see.
jake cosmos aller says
nuclear war looms
North Korea U.S. Launch Nukes
End of the world
jake cosmos aller says
the zombies unleashed
killing everyone they see
zombie apocalypse
jake cosmos aller says
evil fog descends
killing everyone at once
end of life on earth
jake cosmos aller says
While touring Scotland
meeting Ghost in the wild moors
I believe in Ghosts
T.Dolan says
shuffling in the leaves
no trick or treaters these days
clowns peak in windows
Neal Dolan says
The
Neal Dolan says
The finest of a brilliant clutch of horror haiku by the great Terrance Dolan!
Neal Dolan says
This isvgreatness
T. Dolan says
T. Dolan
having misspelled “peek”
in the Haiku just below–
I claw off my face
T. Dolan says
T. Dolan
frozen cow roadkill
suddenly animated
prancing in headlights
T. Dolan says
T. Dolan
too much dark web time
his cranium imploded–
a collapsed pumpkin
T. Dolan says
T. Dolan
ten-foot-tall mantis
prayerful, motionless, poised–
to suck out our brains
T. Dolan says
T. Dolan
daily noon battle
bones rattle, fight for precious shade–
exoskeletons
T. Dolan says
air raid sirens wail
birdmen, huge beaks and wingspans
strafe the city streets
Terrance Dolan says
local TV news–
more cattle mutilations…
mac and cheese tonight?
Terrance Dolan says
the night oozes by
slow, slimy, lugubrious
giant amoeba
–T. Dolan
Terrance Dolan says
another blackout
biped hooves on the rooftop
break out the shotguns
Terrance Dolan says
laughter scrapes the night
hyena packs scour the streets–
bone marrow addicts
–T. Dolan
T. Dolan says
an infernal dance
the fiery pit, fiends fry–
Slayer’s farewell tour.
T.Dolan
Terrance Dolan says
Sue grounded again
chairs fly, silverware dances
Sue pouts, fires sprout
–T.Dolan
Terrance Dolan says
waiting room midnight
flickering fluorescence
the damned drink coffee
–T. Dolan
Terrance Dolan says
odd sounds in cellar
fresh, neatly piled bones down there
Granny visiting?
–T. Dolan
Katelyn Sherwood says
“A Visit to the Killer’s Graveyard”
“Why not seek revenge?”
“My murderer creates death.
Why not seek my life?”
Katelyn Sherwood says
“The Zombie Admirers Society”
The high moon cackles
City road swells, heaves up dead
We savor Undeath
K.Hartless says
Bad luck bones disturbed
hexed and waiting for a hearse
a calcified curse