Farmer John was dead and gone;
Hay-men watched his fields still:
Lumpy sacks that had for long
Drawn the crows in manner ill
Some had come to pull them down
But always failed in the task,
Bound to flee at hinted frown
Seen, they swore, in vacant mask
Passersby would scarce arrive —
Merely then to talk, no more:
“My, but crows do love those five – ”
“Strange, I thought them only four…”
Land forsook turned callous ear
To the murmur of the straw,
As the moon revolved the years
O’er the din of sated caw
Farmer John had died and gone,
Yet his hay-men still remained,
Soulless things to greet each dawn
Till such time as fate ordained:
Seasons turned their clothes to dust,
Naked truth at last reveal’d:
Gutted bodies, neatly stuffed
With straw had been resealed
‘Twas his family, time would show:
Wife and daughters, no mistake;
No one, though, would ever know
Who’d got John up on his stake.
Credit: Alapanamo
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This is very well written. If you don’t mind, could I read it for my first little Creepypasta video on YouTube? Credit will be given.
I’m not fond of poetry and in English even less (I’m Hispanic) because of confusing words. I did have to reread a few times to get it right but I liked it because of the clever story. Even in poetry it was still creepy and well told.
It’s really hard for me to understand, being a foreingner and all.
This was very Poe-like. I’m not much of a poetry person but I liked this
great poem man
This was marvellous, loved it.
I am often told that I am to hard on stories when I rate them, but this has earned a 10/10. My only other perfect raiting is Tulpa.
KILL JEFF THE KILLER
This has nothing to do with the poem
BUT WHO WAS FARMER JOHN?
John Peters. You know, the farmer?
I didn’t get it at first, but after I read it twice I was like OMG. Very well written and very well organized. Excellent job.
That ran a chill down my spine… gotta watch out for people with a grudge against farmers and whatnot now… lol.
Brilliant. Best thing I have ever read on this site.
I usually won’t even read poem pastas but this one was amazing. Great job.
This was a really good poempasta I’m usually not the kind of person who likes these but I do have to say this one was amazing. It was almost like it had a beat and it never messed up all the rimes made sense and they fit in perfectly. It was very good grammatically and I didn’t see any spelling mistakes. You obviously took time on this. You also cant forget the amazing ending that came after a few hints leading you up to it but it was very good I cant even wright poetry definitely not something this good 10 out of 10.
I find it ironic that someone commenting about grammar and spelling spelled write as wright.
Having a poets heart way deep down within myself, this pasta was most definately a delicious surprise, a feast of words that were fun to mumble until the horrid conclusion. Bravo Madam or Sir. 10/10
By far one of my favorite poem pastas. These are so rarely done, and when they are, they usually aren’t quite up to par. This one, however, has definitely brought back my love of poem pastas. 10/10, for sure.
I was never a fan of poetrypasta, especially those which adopted a medieval-ish tone. But this one was well worth the time. The fear/creep factor slowly rose as we read each line, like a cresendo, with minor hints at unexplaining occurings, and finally exploded into a massively shocking finale. Well done. 10/10 from me.
Omg i love this! gives me the chills to read it, just like any great creepypasta should!!
I’m really confused about what this poem was exactly meaning can someone please explain?
Basically someone massacred John the Farmer and his family, stuffed their bodies with hay and turned them into scarecrows. People didn’t find out about this until the scarecrows rotted and showed up the corpses
Basically Farmer John put his wife and children on the stakes and now they can’t ever go. When they say there there is now four instead of five, it shows that Farmer John was put on the stake.
Ah this is much clearer than my explanation!
Best poetrypasta I’ve ever read :)
This is phenomenal. I had to reread it a few times just to get the full effect, but it was great. Being fairly new to creepypasta, I have never seen a poem done before. Besides your posts uniqueness, it also flows beautifully and it’s rather terrifying if you start to understand the stanzas. I’m very picky when it comes to how I rate pastas but this definitely deserves a 10/10
Interesting ….
Really liked this poem a lot. It was different from the usual stories posted on here because it was short, and fun to read. The rhymes seemed to roll off my tongue in a delightful way! Definitely loved the style of this creepy pasta! Yumm!