Best Haunted House Poems

The Haunted House

Driving with my date at midnight, looking at the August moonlight, 
lonely road, no one in eyesight, searching for a place to park.
Off the road a mansion ‘pearing, in the woods, back in a clearing,
all alone this mansion fearing, stands deserted in the...

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Steps in -
What din!

Rat squeaks 
Floor creaks

Let loose,
Ghost boos

Blood Pool -
Bats drool!

Strobe lights,
Snake bites

Suspense -
Live Fence!

Zombie -
Crombie*

Cat's eyes -
On mice

Closed space,
Lined face

Blue slime,
Red grime

Skulls stare -
BEWARE

Quiver,
Shiver!

Loud cry...
Mouth dry 

Our horde
Spots board: ....


Your end,
My friend


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The Haunted House

An aging Victorian graphite three story house sat on a 
promontory, lonely, deserted, weathered and forlorn.
Broken windows showed signs of cruel abuse from
passersby amused by throwing rocks we surmised. 
This skeletal shell of a one-time elegant beauty
became a welcome refuge for my sister...

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The Haunted House

‘Room to Let’ the signage read, 
and though it looked run down,
I’d found no other place to stay
since I was new in town.

When I knocked upon the door,
a voice called out, “Please enter.”
“Hello,” I answered in reply.
“I’d like to be your renter.”

A lovely...

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Beyond an overgrowth of weeds, I see
a house with faded paint. It beckons me.
Victorian, its windows are like eyes
that hypnotize, and soon I find myself
there at its door. I tentatively knock.
Though knowing nobody will come to it,
to my surprise, I turn the door knob and
just...

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I bought a house that nobody else wanted.
I got it dirt cheap because it was haunted.
It was once owned by a murderess and nobody could trust her.
Things got so bad in that house that I called the Ghostbusters.
But those four women came running out of...

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imagine any haunted house to have: 
Creaking stairways
Whispering blinds
Creepy doorways
Blood-curdling sounds

Spooky cob-webs
Ominous darkness
Ghastly shadows
Dreadful loneliness

Spine tingling shrieks
Owls hooting
Things that make 
Your skin crawl
Foreboding terror

An eerie silence
yet squeaky rats
A threatening suspense
with fluttering bats.

Thus a place crawling with, 
oversized gnats
scurrying brats
and all kinds of scary things lurking...

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The Haunted House


Abandon all hope on haunted hill enter the house with a bitter chill
Walking bold with a thrashing thrill breaking through the rusted grille
The door slams shut as we look behind now facing fear and confined
We roam the bowels in darkness blind shaking silly...

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It was a night of restless wind and rain
Yet undeterred by cold and padlocked chain
I broke into the building on a dare
With lamp in hand I wandered, and then there
Beheld the painting, in the vaulted hall,
Which hung in shadows on the lofty wall,
A ghostly rider...

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I drove around the countryside, one wet and stormy day;
as lightning flashed, I realised I'd truly lost my way -
I saw a house and went to ask directions from the folk;
I'll tell you what then happened, but you may think it's a joke...

The door was...

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The house on the hill stood forsaken by time.
The gutters were hanging and covered in grime.
The windows were warped and the siding was peeling,
And spider webs spanned from the floor to the ceiling

The moon overhead had now reached its full height.
It was only a crescent...

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I’m visiting the Manor with the paranormal society
It’s said to be haunted; I’m filled with some anxiety
The Duke was murdered, bringing his lover notoriety
With bloodied hands she’s found guilty of impropriety 

The Manor is so spooky, at one time it looked so grand
I startle as...

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THE HAUNTED HOUSE

The dark shadows flicker, hapless waves crash —
against the abyss a lover’s hopes dash.

Latter years, melancholic, dressed in black,
arrival of the vampire’s curse - I’m back.

A Victorian castle with misdeeds.
I sweep the grounds. Small feet kick away weeds.

An imposing door knocker — my...

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It stood there
looking empty and old,
neglected and sad
with windows shuttered,
covered in shadow 
both day and night,
hovered over 
by trees whose branches
disguised the house
and made it seem 
a part of the 
overgrown landscape, 
completely surrounding it,
keeping strangers and unawares
at bay.

It stood there
shrinking from the present
almost lifeless,
a...

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I fell in love with the Sixteen Zero Three when I was eight.
I was fifty-eight before someone located the owners who had moved on 
Thirty-nine years had passed since anyone had inquired.
I had coveted the idea of owning this monster for half a century!

“That old...

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