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Halloween Age Poems | Age Poems About Halloween

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

Details | ABC |


Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night, 
from an evil source that I fear to strike. 
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices 
that when I found my stallion horses. 
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide, 
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide. 
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep 
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat 
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast. 
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.

by Keith Relf

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 "

Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) |

Distillery I rented from John Stienbachs ghost

                    It was a moment in time 
                  a fate of inspiration gifted 
            I believe I was lifted a destiny in writing 
                I would vibrantly pursue .
             Renting a cottage once in Monterey Bay
           this cottage special in some way
            The very minute moving.. I felt a presence 
                      giving me no serenity , no rest 
                            feeling I were a quest ~

                 After desiring this home so                            
                      telling the Realtor ~ I made a mistake     
                     She told me be calm ~
                        many have said this before you 
                               ~ this haunt was not a new 

                  For once lived a Writer ~well respected Gent
               His cottage a distillery during the time of prohibition.

                  Many Gents and Ladies came to this cottage 
                      unlawfully gamble & drink through the night
                    Who would think , Doc Ricketts in Cane & Hat
                               it was a party by moon light  ~
                              In the back a distillery hidden in a old shed
                                    many Alcoholics were fed ~
                         The ghost popular quite the Ladies man ~
                                I was honored while feeling displaced  

                                 For those who have not read my poems 
                                    ~   and this may be new. 
                                          This really happened ~
                      The ghost of John Steinbach rented me his home True

                  Yvette & The ghost of John Steinbach's  , Teamwork  9/14/2013 

Details | Sonnet |

Beautiful Lies

December 18, 2012

Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach

Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate

Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new

The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?

Details | Verse |

Goddess of leme, mimic the devil talk

People of my realm,
the dragon realm
History of
destruction is
But with a Leme spot
in threads
The honor to the
Lord Serpent
His tongue fire and
teeth iron

For your fortune is
You shall let die
and be spared
No generation shall
come to pass

The earth realm, I
will dominate
Another sweet dragon
Where darkness
shines all through
And shame
substituted with

Unto you shall be my
black spell
I will then reward
with piercing mercy
Beware! Is the
goddess you serve?


Details | Rhyme |

On Halloween Night

           On Halloween Night
	  by Genevieve Stevens

	Winds a-blowing all around-
	So dark I cannot see,
	A figure, hush - don’t make a sound-
	That reflection can’t be me!

	The moon is rising to full extent-
	Heart pounding with poignant glee,
	A glorious night for this grand event-
	My victims come to me!

	Brain a-whirling, twirling fast-
	Timing is such a key,
	Almost there, heart please do last-
	A feast awaits for me!

	Through glowing amber eyes, I spy-
	Perfect prey to be,
	I can’t help but give a sigh-
	Come, little morsels, to me!

        A raven’s form I’ve taken on-
        Upon the branch of a barren tree,
        Watching them play on a graveyard lawn-
        Soon a drinking spree for me!
        All together, what a sight-
        Laughing, not thinking to flee,
        Tipping headstones on Halloween night-
        Never sensing the danger in me!
        I can taste the blood, can hardly wait-
        Poor souls, they can’t foresee,
        Lightning fast, they’ll meet their fate-
        Upon their necks, I’ll be!

        Ah-h-h-, quenched my thirst for another year-
        Til I rise from my coffin free,
        On All Hallows’ Eve night you should walk in fear-
        “Cause you, my next victim, might be!”

Details | Quatrain |

Val, the Valiant Little Witch

                             Val, The Valiant Little Witch
                                 by Genevieve Stevens
                   for my pretty, independent daughter, Valerie

                         Val was graduating from school,
                         Her grade point average was good-
                         Halloween night was her big debut,
                         A difference she’d make, if she could! 

                         She liked to study and read her books,
                         Straight “A’s” and nothing less-
                         The teachers bragged about her good looks,
                         And how her grades were always the best-

                         It did not matter what the class,
                         Broom flying, charms, chants and more-
                         She learned everything so lightening fast.
                         They sensed much promise in store-

                         The little witch enchanted them,
                         A bit of evil lurked surely inside-
                         She twirled and whirled and held a slight grin,
                         Knowing she had something to hide-

                         The final exam was about to take place,
                         Little Val was kind of afraid-
                         Her clothes were laid out at home, so she raced,
                         Then “goodbye” to her parents she bade.

                         She opened the door and went on her way,
                         A million things raced through her mind-
                         She had to think straight - for this wasn’t play,
                         Her secret, she hoped they’d not find-

                         Oh my, she thought as she returned to her class,
                         “I hope they don’t see me crying-
                         I pretend to be mean and I can harass,
                         But the inside of me is just sighing-“

                         “Okay” said the teacher, Let’s hit the town,
                         To show what each of you’ve learned-
                         Please, witches beware, if you can’t cast a spell,
                         Your diplomas you’ll have to return-“

                         So carefully, the class walked on out,
                         The administrators right by their sides-
                         Little Val, she wanted to shout,
                         But for now she’d have to abide-

                         The moon was full and shining bright,
                         The sidewalks busy with no place bare-
                         All-Hallowed-Eve’s night had perfect light,
                         And at all of them, not a soul stared-
                         There was chitter-chatter all around,
                         Costumes abound on this night-
                         Val breathed in deeply, not making a sound,
                         It was time to make things right!

                         The little witch was conniving, it’s true,
                         Now her powers were about to be tried-
                         She had learned many things in Hogwarts School,
                         Like, spells should never be misapplied!

                         “HALT,” said Val in a voice loud and clear,
                         “I have something that I must announce,
                         and it applies to everyone here,                                                                      
                         THIS WITCHCRAFT YOU HAVE TO RENOUNCE!”

                         Little witch Val knew she had to work fast,
                         And began quickly making her brew-
                         “From this day forward until your last,
                         Only good things can come from you!“	

                         The teachers were stunned and so were her friends,
                         Val was really quite clever and smart-
                         The real truth was, she managed to cleanse,
                         All the meanness right out of their hearts!