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Autumn Evil Poems | Evil Poems About Autumn

These Autumn Evil poems are examples of Evil poems about Autumn. These are the best examples of Autumn Evil poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

Details | Diminished Hexaverse |

The mystery with no viel

Life is a creative 
Explosion
A playful
Rebellion
A dance with 
No reason
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)


Details | Rhyme |

Witches Dream

A scream that echoes through the night
A wicked laugh in grand delight
As dreadful as it all may seem
Could only be a witches dream

When darkness falls this hallowed night
And shadows move in erie light
My happiness will be supreme
Could only be a witches dream

In every shadow dark and gloom
That creeps across a moonlit room
There hides a little bit of fear
That something evil could be near
As silly as it all may seem
Could only be a witches dream

When clouds move heavy dark and gray
And darkness hides the light of day
My evil apparitions rise
Their ghastly figures fill the sky
With evil laughs and dreadful screams
Could only be a witches dream

Flayed cat, toad, lizard, snake
What foul potion do I make?
When cast upon hot ash and coal
Turns to powder smites a soul
As dreadful as it all may seem
Could only be a witches dream

Light beams strike my window glass
I dream no more it’s here at last
My holy sabbath has arrived
Tonight my broom and I shall ride

The autumn wind will sting my face
As through the night my broom will race
A million moons have seen my ride
Through sleepy towns and countryside

I raise to you a glass of cheer
And challenge you and loved ones near
To look upon the midnight sky
To see my grisly soul pass by

And when you close you eyes to sleep
Into your dreams my creatures creep
As dreadful as it all may seem
Could only be a witches dream


Details | I do not know? |

The Pumpkin Gang

They roam the streets with such evil grins, Spreading mayhem wherever they've been, Smashing pumpkins, toilet papering trees, Stealing candy from good little girls and boys, They are known in these parts, As the pumpkin gang. They ride their bikes throughout the town, Terrorizing both the young and the old, Chasing teens down with their eerie lights, That give off a faint greenish glow, Cackling madly in their pumpkin-like heads. The gang comes around every Halloween night, But nobody knows where they came from, But it is rumored they come, From the old Jensen's pumpkin patch, Deep from beneath the ground where they slumber, Until next Halloween night. They appear to be human until they remove their heads, Dressed all in black from shoulders to feet, Rattling chains around their wrists, And sometimes they like to throw them at kids, Their laugh can be heard echoing about the town, Like banshee's they cry on this hallowed Halloween night. Bikes ablazing with greenish fire, dancing in the night, Like some old deepish broken desire, They ride the streets like speed demons, Chasing off any who get in their way, They do not speak but rev up their bikes, You better beware, When the pumpkin gang come to town. The moon hangs high in the midnight sky, Pumpkins lay squashed at every doorstep, Candy from torn bags litters the street, And green fire glows from where their bikes touched the earth, Goodbye pumpkin gang, return to whence you came, Until next Halloween, we will be ready..., We will be ready... to end your mischievous ways.


Details | Narrative |

ALONE UPON THIS HALLOWEEN SCENE(a fictional Tale)

Stepping out into the Autumn night of Halloween
It is the Witches and the Warlocks turn to dance
Their air of mystery and mystic is all around
The zombies or the Undead cannot speak
but,their presence seems to be abound
Ghouls of the Men
Vampires within the Ladie's evil grin
It is out here on this Night
When old wives tale frighten us with delight
My footsteps carry me beyond the hill
A cemetery there which omits a deathly thrill
We(meaning a friendly spirit beside me)know the Cackle
Inside many tomb,ready to come out like a babe from its mother's womb
The moon is full and the Old Man paints his smile
Trick or treaters are out,,having fun for a little while
Tonight all Halo as strange yellow mist creeps from behind a boulder narrow
Dancing amidst the moaning dead,darkened shadows surround this timid Head
I feel like Ichabod Crane,strolling,with terror,upon the Midnight Domain
Ghosties
Goblins
Maybe the old Headless Horseman
Perhaps,the wretched creature of a certain Frankenstein
Many of these apparitions could be just a figment or Reality having a smile
The Corridor of the dark as I wander through a deserted Schoolyard park
An evil happened there,just a few moons not  long ago
Halloween Night..1980 when I was ten
A grade schooler was being hazed upon
He was locked in a decrepit old trunk,tucked,not so sweetly away,in the attic of 
this old place..his peers left him for the night

They came back the next morning before the session began
after lifting a set of keys from the sleeping janitor,they went up to the attic to see
The trunk was open,HOW COULD HE HAVE GOTTEN OUT??
tip-toeing near the open trunk and peering down with trepidation..
only to find,a bloody handwritten note,written with EXTREME AGITATION

It said:YOU LOCKED ME AWAY BEFORE YOU DECIDED TO PLAY
BUT..I WILL COME BACK UPON THIS LAND AND MY VENGENCE WILL HAVE 
HIS FINAL SAY!!

The school was beset by this horrible deed,and it was closed forevermore 
because the children confessed and the Pain would never recede
some say..the spirit of the little lad still haunts the old school
Laughter could be heard if many,who dare,decide to explore it and play it cool

Pardon me,my weary Halloween reader..it is TIME for me to head back before
I become no more,by an ominous Night Creeper(or the Ghost of The Attic Child!!)