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Details | Free verse | |

The White Pumpkin

The White Pumpkin

A farmer tends his field
Vines grow and wrap around each other
Giant white flowers bloom in the heat of summer
Butterflies and bees dance from flower to flower
Spreading the pollen from male to female
Inseminating to create the next generation
Weeks later the children arrive
They laugh and giggle as they run among the orange pumpkins
Each one takes their favorite home for carving or pie
One pumpkin is born small, oddly shaped with a white skin
It sits alone by the wooden fence as the rest are taken
The day before Halloween one child comes for a visit
Out of the dozens of pumpkins still waiting the child chose the small white one
His parents point out all the beauty around him
The child doesn’t change his mind or his heart
He spoke of the one he wanted
“This one is like me,” he said as he lifted it into his wheelchair
That was all that had to be said
The white pumpkin was loved by a little boy 
A little boy who knew what it was like to be different
He knew what it was like to be loved
And now, so did that small, oddly shaped pumpkin with a white skin

Copyright © R. e. taylor

Details | Free verse | |

The River home

It was a home on the river we lived .
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.

I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare 
We,  as a Family of  seven , moved into this river house 
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention

I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by .
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair 
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy 

Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a  apparition he appeared .
He was not there to scare or frighten , 
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.

He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River .

The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide .

Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story 
or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there .

 Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , 
you are important to someone whom cares .  If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone ,  call for help , call a Friend .

"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "

Copyright © Shanity Rain

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Damned

Her devilish eyes beat at me 
taking flesh with every blow,her 
rendered heart beat sounds like 
tribal drum rolls an her skin 
drips venom from its pores , I 
find myself helpless and 
paralyzed , everything else 
seems trivial and meaningless 
to this moment,..she exhales 
smoke and lightning flows from 
her finger tips ,she is the 
antichrist the source of my 
device, but I can't help but give 
her my heart,I question my gift 
but remain entranced caught in 
her red moonlit ritual 
dance,sight of her is blinding , 
she is what Every man  desires 
but can't reach, it feels like 
heaven but I sweat from the 
heat,the pain she inflicts is 
bitter sweet an burns like salt 
in a wound ,she is gods most 
regretted creation born for the 
night with a hunger that cannot 
be fed,hold her down chain her 
up she cannot be contained , 
pentagrams burn white in her 
eyes,she's a shape shifting 
voodoo angel that sleeps with 
vipers ,yet I seek her and 
desire her with every thread of 
my existence and have turned 
into an insomniac who day 
dreams of her , cut by the 
thorns of the rose she wears in 
her hair , always the day of the 
dead and raining razorblades, 
the tree limbs reach out for my 
embrace but every one of them 
are shadowed with her face,I 
close my eyes I can always find 
her there , lay with her in the 
ground every breath she takes 
is sin ,she's a black rosé that 
cannot be changed a black rosé 
that cannot be contained , 
ashes to ashes dust to dust I 
cut my heart to be with her and 
bleed undying trust,it's only 
her....everything else I feel is 
not real .....

Copyright © Justin Montgomery

Details | Couplet | |

Twisted

I wonder if you see me ,
if you really care,
If I’ve become some spirit ,
just passing through you there.
A will’o'wisp with no real form,
to tie me to your sphere,
I am just a haint to you ,
with naught to hold me here.
We used to be lovers bold,
and cared naught who saw,
held tight with bands of brightened gold,
without a taint or flaw.
But you have found another,
who’s caught your soul from thee,
torn it like a paper mask,
worn on Hallow’s eve.
So tis not I , the haint,
but you my dear,
and you don’t realize,
the spider caught you in her web ,
and drained you with her lies.

Copyright © Jeanette Woods

Details | Free verse | |

IT WILL BE A SAD HALLOWEEN

IT WILL BE A SAD HALLOWEEN

Pumpkins!
They are sitting at the counter
In one of those all-night diners
See them through the large front window
Eating donuts    sipping cider

A fine young fox is waiting table
Wondering how the pumpkins are able?

Without    the street is unlit
(except for the diner sign)
Dark as hell’s pit

Foxy    on elbows    leans toward the two
Washing dishes    a glass or two

He’s telling the boys of a legendary beast
Who    on pumpkin’s innards loves to feast

That this is the night of the Pumpkin Eater
(he who is evil)
Favorite son of a garden devil

“He’ll suck out the seeds and the rest of the goo
For some human daddy to make a spook out of you”

Hearing this    the boys    Bob and Clyde
From orange to white    turn    in hue    

And on a sudden is heard a great roar
That shatters the glass – window and door

Wily fox ducks under the counter
(quite the best thing to do)
A whirling vampire comes into view

The boys    Bob and Clyde   are stuck to their seats
“Aha!” says P.E.  “Something fresh to eat”

When the monster inhales    pumpkins fly off their stools
                                       (caught in mid-air) 
“Yum yum!” it drools

Like a razor its tongue    vacuuming stew
Poor Bob and Ted    Wily Fox too

And the next morning    lo    on the radio
(there is news)
“A mysterious tornado made a hop
Wiping out the entire pumpkin crop”  




Copyright © daver austin

Details | Free verse | |

9-11 HALLOWEEN

Mist, Mist..
Why not whisper, why not speak?
When upon thy shrouded depths,
Thou knowest truly, what we seek

Darkness, Darkness
Why be quiet, why not be shrill?
When your hoot and squeal and growls,
Shivers our spine, with unbidden thrill

Cat, Cat
Why be fair, why not be black?
Then your hackles and caterwauling,
Sends us scurrying, to home be back.

Hag, Hag
Why be frail, where is your broom?
When your ire and witchy hex,
For wayward kids, spells dreadful doom.

Road, Road
Why be lively, why not be lone?
Your dark stretch once cast shadows,
Dancing wickedly, with the wind’s soft moan.

Moon, Moon
Why be normal, why be so pale?
When it’s your ghostly light and full visage
That sends the night, to howl and wail.

Trees, Trees
Why be silent, why won’t you creak?
The touch of your twisting limbs,
Will send us running, though knees be weak.

Bat, Bat
Why in flight do you shy away?
When your flap and eerie screeches,
Bolts us upright, from where we lay.

Statues, Statues
Why be still, why don’t you blink?
When your lifelike and weird stare,
To morbid fright, makes us sink.

Where has thrill, and childhood fear went?
The dread craved, without any harm meant,

Remembering…    
The simple fire lit stories, From whence one conjured,
The demons of the night,
Feeding eerie appetites.

For now this world, has darkened indeed,
With the very evil, that is man’s own deed.
With horrific crimes, atrocious and vile
In contrast makes sweet, the bitterest bile.

Woe for ‘tis sanctified no more, the domain of life,
Taken cold blooded with nary, a conscience’s strife.
Children though chaste, with this horror not spared,
Man’s grimmest side, to dire fullness bared.

The great divide, between men and monster,
In these darkest of times, exists no longer.

That is why…
My mind whispers and hoots and growls,
Caterwauls and moans and howl and wail,
Hexes and shies and stares and blinks and sinks... 
Down, down, down.

For I pity this frail humanity, 
In its sad, sad, sorry plight,
That ponders why innocence has gone,
From scare’s warm embrace, 
To TERROR'S cold arms.

- Originally posted as TERROR TERROR. 

Copyright by the Olongapoet,
George Daniel Anos Oct. 12, 2008

Copyright © George Anos

Details | Lyric | |

Halloween's Song

Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed
With all your best friends from back in the day
Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks
I'm on the front line of battle
Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle
puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples
crack in Lauren's snapple
Staddle Liz like mclovin
But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass
Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle
Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles
Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle
Its abominable, so unbelievable
But its inevitable, the end is kissable
I have rattled these kids psyches 
squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery 
hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets
as the  creepy bells of the chapel ring


I remain a mystery
You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to
Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room
Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom
Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms
Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too
You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you
Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe
And As you look the other way,
I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck
Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next
Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy  rex 
with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch
Hang him from bunny man bridge
Yo dude turn the lights on
But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script
Its bewitched with no miss to kiss
Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit

So the town clock strikes half past 3
There's one last gas before i must sleep
Or i will crash fast if the light touches me
Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream 
I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks
Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens
As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe
Run up on you  with nine a knife, and the head of your wife
Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive
To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear
Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears
And as you look up in the mirror
I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair
as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then
Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor
But I hear a knock on the door
Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy,  just got a cold sore"

Copyright © Mike Conway

Details | Lyric | |

Freak Show

Hello? Hello? Is anyone here? I am here for the “Freak Show”. Fine don't come out. If you can't see yourself in a mirror, Come here Come here. If you don't fit in, Come here Come here. If you're full of terror, Come here Come here. If your made of tin, Come here Come here. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Down here we don't judge, We don't care if your fudge, If you have flames, Or even fangs, If your made of fur, or if you purr, Come down for the Freak Show. 30 seconds on the clock, Those hands go tik tok, It's almost time for halloween night, Get ready for a real fright! Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Just scare those kids, Into little bits, I'm sure they won't mind, It isn't a crime, Invite them inside, For a little surprise, You are supernatural, Or even bichemical. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. WELCOME HOME.

Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke

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Yes, There Really Are Monsters

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Yes, There Really Are Monsters

Growing up as a child, I never wanted to sleep alone.
Fearful of the isolated darkness and mostly the unknown.
“Mommy is there monsters?” a question I would commonly ask.
“Only on Halloween my dear, the ones we see in masks”

Still not satisfied with her answer, I questioned her more.
Asking her the same old thing as I did the night before.
Frustrated and exhausted, she took me by my little hand.
Looking under my bed, in my closet; even the night-stand.

“So see my daughter the monsters are only in your head.”
“It’s time to get some sleep Stacy Lynn, now do as I have said.”
Respecting mommy's wishes; my little body trembling with fear.
Wishing the hour was morning, praying for “him” not to appear.

But as darkness faded, an uncomfortable silence fell about.
I could hear the monster stirring, preparing to come out.
Hoping the noises I heard, were my brothers fooling around.
Pulling covers tightly over my head; praying not to be found.

Footsteps getting closer, the monster is at the foot of my bed.
I hear his heavy breathing; this is not at all what mommy said.
Quietly lifting covers back, he lays down in the bed beside me. 
Touching, groping and mauling; covering my eyes so I can't see.

He took away my childhood and my trust and self-esteem.
A pleading child without a voice, invisible as it would seem.
"So yes my daughter there are monsters, everywhere we look."
Stating as I remembered my childhood and everything he took.

Copyright © Stacy Stiles

Details | I do not know? | |

do you know who you are

your the dirt i walk on everyday
your the one who calls me names
your the who hits me your the one who hurts me
not just my heart but my whole self-esteem
your like a bacteria thats disintegrate in my hands
your like a joke that washes in the sand
your like a witch in halloween 
not just scary but your mean
you were like that all your life
because you didn't get treated right
now you take it out on everyone and me
its okay cause you've set me free
you feel that way cause you hold it in
so let it out will let you win
you brought me here 
you scare me with fear
you make me fly 
when your sky high
you make me laugh 
you make me cry 
you make me sing when your fine
you can tell the difference between a lie
some day you will die
you are very strong 
you know right from wrong
do you know who you are?

Copyright © janae morgan

Details | Nonet | |

The Spirit of Ruby Anne

This was written for Halloween :P



A silent, roaming apparition
Was the wife of a physician
While away on a mission
He married a magician
Without permission
His volition
Sliced open
His wife's
Heart.

The wife never loved another man
Poor, broken-hearted Ruby Anne
She died one day in Cheyenne
Now, everyday, you can 
See where it began
Ruby Bouman's
Spirit will
Never
Die. 



Dawn D. Kilby 
Copyright ©2008  Dawn D. Kilby

Copyright © Dawn kilby

Details | Free verse | |

sad halloween

the day after Halloween
on a cheap holiday break
i will never forget
they found your body
two tourists
found face down
in the water
the dreaded  call 
i got at work

saying they found
your brother
god i thought
let it be anyone else 
but it was true
we had so much 
more to do
looking off into
the distance
i will always 
remember you
as laughter
filled rooms 

a large part 
of life
not believing 
the truth
we wanted him home
three weeks later
his body arrived
our hearts
were ripped
in two

from the wake
to gods house
brothers with father
linking arms
with my father
at the head 
of the coffin
i am the oldest son
looking into his eyes
saw so much hurt
wailing in agony
feeling so much pain
hurting inside
looking at 
my fathers face

tearing the heart asunder
knowing  in carrying you
i was saying goodbye
my little friend
we have played
our last games together
you have gone before me
to that light
at the end

spirits in the sky
brother i miss you
hope one day
we meet again 
at heavens gate
together we will share
our little stories again
god bless you
shaun









Copyright © liam mcdaid

Details | Rhyme | |

Stranger at Halloween

On this Halloween night
A stranger came to my home
My parents invited him in
From his cold nightly roam
 
I hear them talking
As he comes every year
My father distraught
My mother in tears
 
He stays for a while
As they chat away
Sometimes they laugh
But, mostly it's grey
 
Its hours later
As i hear the front door
This stranger has gone
Just like the years before
 
I'm older now
And as curious as can be
As i follow the stranger
Down a dark local alley
 
In the distance i see him
To the cemetery he heads
This night of all nights
To the place of the dead
 
Brave as i am
To follow him there
Its as far as i go
From a distance I'll stare
 
He disappears
Into the mist
As i head off home
My question is wished
 
Mum and dad
Who was that man
He comes every year
For a chat and a dram
 
Son, the man who left
Died so long ago
During World War II
At Scapa Flow
 
He can never rest
For his soul is forsaken
The loss of his colleagues
In the war were taken
 
On October 14
1939
The crew of his ship
In torpedo assign
 
A German U-Boat 
The U47
Delivered it's load
And sent them to heaven
 
He's a lost lonely soul
Who stayed in this house
For he always returns
To his loving young spouse
 
That's the story
On this Halloween eve
Of this tragic young man
And his roaming grieve




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-5.php

Copyright © James Fraser

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Halloween Poem # 1...Sad Little Clown

My doorbell rings and what do I see?
Ghosts and witches grinning at me
Kids of every shape and size
With painted faces and sparkling eyes

There in the glow of a pale street light
Ghouls and goblins are owning the night
But then I notice way off to the side
A lonely clown as he tries to hide

From the other kids in the neighbor's yard
I don't mean to stare but it's very hard
This little guy looks so lost and alone
Like a night of fun he's never been shown

I call to him,he comes to my side
I say "little one there's no need to hide
You look so sweet in your clown costume
Mommy dressed you up I assume?"

He started to cry and said to me
"My mom has gone to heaven you see
Daddy dressed me the best he knew how
Then dropped me off-that's why I'm here now"

So I said "Well you're the best ever clown"
With that he started to lose his frown
I filled his bag with treats and candy
Threw in some pennies that I had handy

He grinned and left to meet his dad
I thought of how he'd been so sad
Hoping I had brightened his night
I closed the door and shut off the light

Copyright © Deb Wilson

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I Remember Halloween

The sun went down too quick, 
Our own planet on that hill.
We'd settled for the tricks,
Or treats took form of pills.
The leaves has just started falling,
Gave life to dead, grey streets.
I never heard myself calling,
As I clung tight to my seat.

I was so dead to fall,
Inside that cold sidewalk.
It was so hard to be, 
The September we used to see.
You just let go,
And I let myself fall with you.
Never have I felt so cold,
Never have you seemed so blue.

The car ran off the ledge.
The water so cold and null. 
In our cancerous explosion of love,
The stars above seemed to dull.
As we lay on the shore,
We realized we were wrong.
Everything we thought we knew about music,
Everything we though we knew about love.

And you told me, your voice still strong,
"Say every word like it's a poem,
And your voice becomes the song."

I don't remember the end,
Or any day between.
But I'll always remember your face,
I remember Halloween.

Copyright © Rachel Mathews

Details | I do not know? | |

Autumn Air

I get a smell of the autumn air
It's too soon but it's welcome
I feel a fall breeze
It covers me with warmth
it surrounds me
My stomach is turned to knots
my mind and body uneasy
But this is comforting
The fall smells so good, so clean
it's one of my favorite smells in the world
The air tells tales of Halloween and Thanksgiving
Things to come
Pleasant and sweet
But the air brings with it
memories of times pased
Good times and bad
All I can feel is happiness for the future
and sorrow for the past
Things, people, places
all unfinished business and "what if's"
So many lifetimes
all in one
My heart aches for the ones I've lost
I will never forget them
They will always be with me
No matter what time or place
I will never forget the ones I've shared time with
in the autumn air

Copyright © Brianna Stoddard

Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Sorry

I didn't mean to I swear
It was an accident no doubt 
That Halloween night
We both went out

It was supposed to be fun
And cause a terrible fright
To those who walked by
On an innocent night

Turns out it did scare
But in a different way
I hope you can forgive me
For what I did to you that day

I was a cowgirl 
I didn't know it was loaded
We were playing around
The whole thing exploded

She lay on the ground
It must be her fate
I called for help
But it was too late

I killed her that night
With a backfiring gun
I shouldn't have given it to her
But I can't fix what I've done

I just thought I should say 
Goodbye to you all
I'm going to find her now
I've learned pride comes before a fall

I know you've been hurt
I've done this to you
I'm doing what I can
This is what I can do

I'm going to find her
And make sure she's okay
Make sure she's happy
I'm going today

I'm raising the gun
Putting it to my head
I'll die like she did
God, take me instead

Copyright © Jessica Wong