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Halloween Epic Poems | Epic Poems About Halloween

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

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Details | Free verse |

FORBIDDEN

~ZOMBIE NIGHT~ 

WHINING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Moonlight vanishes to complete despair
Bones slowly desert distorted resting homes
Ascension of the dead -Longing to live again 

Sands of desert flip the hour glass back
WHIMPERING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Moonlight vanishes to complete despair
Bones slowly desert distorted resting homes 

Taking light from where evil strays 
Feeding away leaving behind a death valley zone
WONDERING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Moonlight vanishes to complete despair

Dead souls forsake the common land
Shadowing like Equinox light 
Walking corpse covered in rotten barren sand
WINDY WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND 
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air

Upright, forward broken taboo 
Searching for the perfect breath of fresh air
Sounds of symbols march the ground
Searching to find their missing heartbeat
WHISKING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night


Ascension of the dead  -Long to live again 
Bones slowly desert distorted resting home
Moonlight vanishing in complete despair
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
WHEN WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND

by;PD


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) |

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


Details | Tail-rhyme |

The witches winds are blowing

                  
                                               
 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear. 
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.


 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself .
 
                               
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
 
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost . 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
 
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
 

 There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                         By;
                                            Shanity Rain 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) |

A JOKER's- rebirth

      THE JOKER

Come at me Joker you will.
Got your eyes following me like steel.
A piece of me do you need.
Hell, take a few limbs off my tree.

Why did you leave that note on my wall??
Now I fear this echo-y call!
You left (ME) P.D. afraid of the dark.
"LOOK AT ME!"
I'm hiding under my covers, trembling at your weak bark.
I'm so scared,
I'm sleeping with one eye open~
"LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME!"
I even sleep with the lights on. 

sigh!" Sigh!" SIGH!"

I Can't let this go on.

A break in the wind,
Did you follow me again??
I hear this tune playing in my head.
LAUGHING and LAUGHING!
I panic with so many tears to shed!
Like a little girl, my hair I twirl.
Why is it me you dread??
This TUNE is making me shiver and quiver like a kid. 
Your watching me slither back into bed.
This LAUGHING! 
This TUNE I fear!
The noise is growing NEAR.
NEARER and NEARER!
My face is turning white like the dead.
I keep pressing my hands against my ears.
This tune starts to thicken the flow in my veins.
"FINALLY!"
You drive me INSANE.

I get the nerve to look under my bed.
What the FUDGE, is this doing under my bed??
Is this a jack in the box??
Joker are you FREAKING with my head??

A joke a laugh this DESTROYER has lied.
You don't got what it takes to make me hide.

Your trap fell into the pit of my abyss.
I've been waiting for you behind close doors.
We both hide behind a mask.
Your head falls upon my checkered board floor.

I am still P.D., and your masquerade  is over my friend.
I've come to destroy the joke you left on my end.

A trick--A riddle--A joke--A game--
Lets call it your death sentence.
I already tagged your stone with my name.
The POET DESTROYER was here : )
And left her name on your headstone of shame.

**the JOKER - re-post**

from: the POET DESTROYER
to: the JOKER  *from the poetry pub*



Details | Free verse |

THE HAUNTING

Entombed behind isolation walled
 Prison,
A haunting malice trapped me within.
Crouching beneath shadows shroud,
 Leering eyes pierce.
Through darkness’s pitch black,
 Covenant.
Pacing beast intercepting motions,
 Movements, mocking my,
Feeble attempts to evade frenzy's,
 Tormentor.
Deceptions deceiver, silver tongued, 
Weaver, spewing lies deceit.
Intricately aligning it's widow,
 Makers webbing,
Feasting on innocence betrayal.
Heckling, laughter echoes, against,
 Dead reckoning.
A chilling appetizing, as if pleased,
 At malice’s intent.
Fiendishly, delighting in torturing,
It’s human pet.
A vacant mumbling feeling over,
 Comes reasoning,
A deeper anger begins to rage,
Rebelling against hatred’s,
Horrifying entity.
Motivated to survive beyond spectral,
 Captivity.
Hear my disgust, creature,
 I shall destroy thee.
Leave me alone, screaming aloud,
 Sanity's domain gives way.
In musty halls empty hollows,
 An odorous stench.
Fills mine senses,
Cease mortal miscreant,
 None leave here alive,
Shudders blood runs cold down raw
 Veins nerve endings,
A deepening realizations rushes,
 The conscious mind,
I'm deaths play thing.
To be pounced upon, a toy mouse,
 Caught between claws,
Extracting, retracting at whims invoking.
Invisible hands grasp choking life's,
 Breath away.
Feeling every heartbeat slowing,
 Quietly ceasing.
Stinging painfully ringing at ear, 
Shots quivering,
Oblivion's mute murmurs never part,
Lips tightly closed.
Let mercy's fallen be forgiven,
 Released from,
Beyond hells hidden regions,
A place devoid of spiritual salvation.
Foul demonic spirit haunting,
 A madman's kingdom,
It whispers to me in sweet melodies,
 Aftershock.
Now we begin, and you truly belong to me,
With satisfactions grimace, it smiles.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | I do not know? |

...."The Final Toast."

"What does light have to do with darkness!?...."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Like mixing champagne miscreants

Within a simile laced frosted glass

Of crystalline stones mingling these

Crowned guises....

Fatidities of peremptory phantasms

Oracular silhouettes of the predisposed?!

Rising in unison unto a collective toast

Toward deceptives destiny; their very own

Whisperings billowing within ceramic tones....

These phantoms of the Pharoahs final call

Unto finalities masquerading opera

Respondez, s'il vous plait!?

Where on a blackened tie adorns this omnibus

The guest of honour with such, hollowed eyes

Smiling, as pressage greets them all....

Raising this metaphoric flume; a symbolic vessel

To these midnight mass miscreants of soporifics

Fatiditized oraculary made realities; fasicles

Standing before phelonians robes of fallacy?!

While as fantasias final chords begin their

Beckoning from afar; this preemptive echoing 

Personifications, blood red rose....

Calling, afore this latter days gatherings of

Soon to be forevers, predisposed; ex parte

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

....The final toast!?






Note: ~ A resurrecting moment from Halloween 2008....
~ "'Love' & Warmth, Always," John!:) ~ "Hebrews 12." 
Smile ~ "Its 'A Beautiful Day,' So Don't Let It Get
Away!?":) ~






 



Details | Free verse |

time

whimsical lass in a calico dress
holding hat on head
of a bob-cut tress

looking for one daisy in
a autum wheat field
.....and finding instead
an old wagon wheel

tom-boy/lady in between
hayrides and romance....
just looking for fun
she is a halloween queen

lovely lady in a long white dress
with slender white fingers
delicately holding a orchid
bouquet...

she looks at her love 
with his strong lean face

fine old woman
in a blue cashmere......
holding her dreams
against the tick of the
clock

stooped old granny
watching for him
lighting a kerosine
lamp .....
she
keeps supper warm 
on his t.v. platter.

janetta


Details | Bio |

On Halloween Night

On halloween night, 
Vampires, goblins and zombies delight. 
They feast on your flesh, 
Drink all your blood, 
They even eat your brains,
And listen to you suffer, 
And scream in pain,
As you can not escape,
And no one can hear you, 
Because no one is around to save you,
So now your history and gone for good,
On this cold and gloomy halloween night.


Details | Epic |

Castle on the Hill

I took my children in October
To a castle in the hills.
We were enchanted by its splendor,
Awing grandeur and strange thrills.

Purple plumes of smoke were pouring
From big chimneys in the sky.
The silver moon came out of hiding.
Scary bats began to fly.

I told my self I couldn’t go on
With those bats flying around.,
But with my children so excited,
I simply could not let them down. 

I heard moans and groans  and cackles
Coming from those castle rooms
And I thought I saw some witches
Flying wildly on their brooms.

I gathered up my children
Fearing that one could be lost
With ghosts and goblins in the castle.
That would be too high a cost.

So I took them to a motel
Where live folks were all about.
Real spooks on Halloween is something
I for one could do without.

I took a head count of my children
And I seemed to have one more
Than I had when we went bravely
Through that big old castle door.

I took him with us trick or treating
Up and down the city street.
He was already dressed in costume,
Eye holes poked into a sheet.

I got them ready for the bathtub
Before putting them to bed
And to help the little stranger,
Pulled the sheet from off his head. 

I dropped the sheet and left it lying
Upon the bathroom floor.
When I turned to bathe the urchin
He was not there any more.

The next Halloween my children
Went trick or treating once again.
I counted twice, and there were four
Where only my three should have been.

So it’s been forever after,
Just the same each Halloween
I take my children trick or treating
With another in between.

He’s just as happy as the others
With his bag of candy treats,
But when I try to free him of them
He’s not there beneath the sheets.

I am hoping when my children
Such small pleasures have out grown,
I’ll still have that little stranger,
I need not trick or treat alone.

    

  ( I took one from my past and changed it a bit to fit.  It is not absolutely new.  You 
didn't mention if it had to be. all new.  I can remove it if necessary.


Details | Epic |

Seasons Change

Seasons change before our eyes every year. It's like time's moving faster than we thought.
Spring, summer, fall, and winter have been a part of God's work and the work of Mother
Nature since the day He created the Earth and the solar system.  Spring time comes at the
beginning, and flowers are blooming, leaves are growing on trees, and the sun's out each
day after day after day. Summer's next after spring; everybody's going to have a good
time. We'll have hot weather and mild weather day and night, especially when it's 98.6
degrees outside. For the fall, temperatures starting to drop. The leaves are dead, there's
pumpkins to get for Halloween and Thanksgiving Day, and it's the time for people to be
drinking a lot of cider. And the last season of the year is winter. Ice flakes are falling
from the sky, the homes, buildings, and the streets are covered with snow, and schools and
businesses are closed. People are building a lot of snowmen, building ice sculptures, and
finding true love. And also, it's a good time for people to have been drinking some hot
cocoa and gather around the fireplace. Seasons change for a good reason. That's what makes
the world go around and around, even to this day. And if these seasons keep changing every
year after year after year, there's no telling what might happen next.


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