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Halloween Ballad Poems | Ballad Poems About Halloween

These Halloween Ballad poems are examples of Ballad poems about Halloween. These are the best examples of Halloween Ballad poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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MY ALL HALLOWED VASE

I hollow the pumpkin, so small and white, Then add the blooms I’d picked so carefully, The palest of pink roses, buds still tight, Forget-me-nots, baby’s breath and sweetpea, And just one, lonely, ivory lily. This gourd is a vase for Halloween day, One that I’ll bring to the cemetery, A gift for all children who’ve passed away. No costumes they’ll wear on their favorite night, They’ll not giggle and run, collecting candy, But rosebuds might open in the starlight, And from heaven’s view, a tribute they’ll see. There in the vastness of nature’s beauty, Grieving elms lose their leaves while squirrels play, And I’m sorrowed by what I now carry, A gift for all children who’ve passed away. The Crossings* glows with soft afternoon light, I hear cardinals sing from distant trees, There on the path, a gazebo invites, It nestles by the wetlands, tranquilly, Yet down my cheeks, buried tears flow freely, I feel my loss like it was yesterday, Darling, unborn, here’s a token from me, A gift for all children who’ve passed away. Forever I’ll miss my sweet absentee, So I gently touch the little bouquet, And pray as I place the gourd by bent knee, A gift for all children who’ve passed away.
*The Crossings is a memorial for children in Kitchener, Ontario which features a boardwalk and gazebo in a peaceful, natural setting. There is an annual butterfly release for bereaved families. For a photo of the lovely gazebo: http://www.kitchenercemeteries.ca/special_newdev.htm For Carol Brown’s “What No Orange Pumpkin” Contest


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HALLOWEEN FIRE SPIRITS' REVIVAL

HALLOWEEN    FIRE    SPIRITS’   REVIVAL


Before building the fire
We dug out a lawn square 
To keep the ash  we knew would be there
And stacked the sods near the pyre.

The lawn fits back well –
No ghost of last year’s flame.
Each Halloween  it’s the same –
There is no grave hole to tell.

Papers, cardboard, gasoline,   -  oh !

The hissing from  a  heap
Of slippery wet leaves
Like a snake’s last scream.
Swarms of sparks stream
In hot gas gusts to the eaves,
Burning out as they  leap,

Falling as warm grey dust.
Soot flakes like scattered crows
Fly skyward, black and ragged
From damp dead wood’s jagged
Heat  -  soaked spars’ and oars’
Life-after-life  in a final burst.

Each deadened  ember
Sends a second soul 
To the  lifeless  hole
With a final life to  remember.


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Beautiful Halloween Night

Silver moonbeams shine from the full moon 
On a Halloween night.
Trick or treaters weave back and forth collecting candy
And other assorted goodies on this 
Beautiful Halloween night.
Scary stories are told around a fireplace. 
 A witch flies on a broom across the moon cackling 
On this beautiful Halloween night.
 A midnight breeze blows through the trees 
On this beautiful Halloween night.
A vampire lurks in the shadows looking for prey 
On this beautiful Halloween night.
Feys and faeries dance across the silver moonbeams  
on this beautiful Halloween night