Metaphor Halloween Poems | Metaphor Poems About Halloween
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Halloween Eve’s Double Tanka
Halloween Eve’s here—
Departed souls cross over
The Veil is open . . .
The living are always scared . . .
Of things they understand not!
Halloween Eve’s here—
A Jack O’Lantern smiles now
His grin’s inviting . . .
Kids find him so exciting . . .
Question: Where’s the candy at?
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
October 9, 2015 (Tanka)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2013
When the shouting has died down,
Look up at sun-kissed moon.
Revelers can go -
Halloween has no tune.
Contest - Halloween Moon
Sponsor - Eve Roper
2nd place win
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015
dart at the deep glass glistening--
We are painting the
wrought-iron spider webs
with silver moonlight.
My soul and the universe
at both ends.
Copyright © red barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015
The Ghost In Music
I'm dying all the time.
I sit in a car and an Indian girl's
ghost appears next to me. She is
holding John Lennon's scalp.
I don't know how she knows i'm a Beatles's fan.
Maybe it's because we are all Beatles's fans.
I wonder if i would be offended
if she had Chuck Berry's scalp
Would i see it as a hate crime.
i'm dying all the time. The only
way i'm not dying is if i'm playing music
but then the ghost come. Cash comes
and asks if the ghost in music is alive.
Copyright © Lyon Brave | Year Posted 2016