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Halloween Prose Poetry Poems | Prose Poetry Poems About Halloween

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

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Legend of Fred the beginning

It was that special night…
Of fright and delight….
The kind that most children enjoy…
Where monsters and clowns sleep under the bed.
while children with their favorite toy…
pull the covers over their head..
But this one was different …
Some still can’t believe it…
But it’s up to you to decide…
The costumes were chosen, and the children quite proud….
 knew they were going to be the scariest and creepiest ones in the crowd..
The night was windy and a little bit cool….
 they all met as planned down by the school..
There was a Werewolf , a Witch, a Vampire and a Clown..
who had a smile which was turned upside down.
No one spoke, as they were all in disguise…
because that would have ruined the big surprise…
They went up to the houses yelling “ trick or treat “..
And each got something good to eat…
Oh, what a blast they had that night..
Running up and down the streets..
Filling their tummies with lots of sweets..
It was getting late and they were tired. .we should be in bed, they said..
But before we go, we need to know, which one of us is “Fred ?”
So they took off their masks…and to their surprise..
The Werewolf was Mason, the Witch was Gabby…
And the Vampire was their best friend the little blonde Abby….
Oh then you must be Fred.. ..they said to the clown..
But ...when the clown started to remove his mask…
 they discovered the truth…he wasn’t wearing one….

* watch for sequels in this series


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Thoughts from the Mind of a Blogger


It was a chilly morning in paradise...

Autumn was already here...

A time for strange things to happen, as it is that time of year...

She was up most of the night, doing a write....

Regarding some hubs and her series titled "Legend of Fred "

Ahh the questions she had... rolling around in her head..

Were “where were her readers, her followers “ her Hubbers...?

They had all seemed to like what she wrote in the past..

But lately her hubs were falling so fast....

She had written articles on health and life..

perhaps she had targeted too much strife...

Maybe they wanted to read about food..

But when you're not a cook, that would be kinda rude..

Oh, will wonders never cease ?

So she decided she'd get some zzzzz's

She lay in her bed, not moving at all...

but breathing quite deeply, as I saw the covers fall...

So I stretched my muscles and walked ever so slow..

So as not to wake her , then I spied her big toe..

Sticking out from the blanket..it was such a temptation..

And with me having such a" foot fixation".. however...

She needed the rest , so she can finish her quest..

I have some thoughts of my own...

that I would like to share in a poem..

And I would be happy to help her.. but..

I don’t think the world is ready for me...

as I am a BLOGGING CAT.. you see

So I will close for now...everyone have a great week...as

I'm off to seek something that has a tweak and a squeak..


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Trick or Treat - Nightmare comedy

In my armchair
By the fire
I drifted off to sleep
Down and down and down I fell
Into a well so deep
While outside the shadows
Of the night began to creep
Along the ground
Among the leaves
That swirled and twirled and leaped

Then - suddenly
I was awakened
By a rap tapping on my door
And woke up so bewildered
In a place 
I had never been before
As monsters seeped
Out through the cracks
Across the hardwood floor
I screamed and screamed
Until I lost my voice -
 And then I
Screamed some more

I watched in horror
From the ceiling
Where from a rope I hung
From a chandelier
Above their jagged teeth
And drooling tongues
Then I saw one slither
Up the stairs
And through the rungs
And when he finally
Grabbed me
I felt my last breath
Leave my lungs.


I saw myself
Below me
When the monster
Threw me to the floor
Where upon
They all joined in
To eat a feast
Of human smorgasbord
On legs and arms and torso
They gorged and gorged and gorged
Leaving just my head
Insanely grinning
Like a pumpkin gourd

An then I heard a rap a tap
A rap a tapping at the door
And woke up screaming
In a daze
Just where I was before
And through the window
I could see them
Behind those faces
That they wore
 Monsters - screaming! Trick or treat
It’s Halloween once more


Happy Halloween!
Watch out for the ghosts and goblins.


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Fred the legend A costume was found part 4

A costume was found.

it was that of a clown…

could it be they asked..

the one from our town..

where the little red headed kid disappeared..

on a cold windy night back twenty-two years..

It was found in a field not far from here..

By a farmer of pumpkins...the best far and near..

And each year a winner at the state fair…

This farmer named Pete was very proud of his ware..

It was he that made sure every porch was supplied..

With a pumpkin that showed the towns sorrowful side…

Celebrating the spirits and their one nights’ ride

will go down through the years…even when I am older…

For this special cold night at the end of October…


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Cold October Night part 2- Legend of Fred

The air was unusually cold that October night..
 as the children set out for a night of fright….
Dressed in their scariest and mysterious garb..
Running over driveways and yard after yard….
There were goblins, pirates, ghosts and a nurse
Werewolves and vampires that gave out a curse..
And of course the aliens of which there were six…
All screaming out for their bag of treats or tricks…
Some of the neighbors had set up a table..
With cookies and hot drinks and punch with a ladel…
For those that grew weary and chilled to the bone..
And knew it would be hours before they got home…
The wind started blowing, lightening lit up the sky…
That’s when they saw it..it was huge and did fly….
What was that they asked..not sure what they saw..
It turned round and round and spun upside down..
When all of a sudden it stopped and just hovered…
That’s when they noticed it opened it’s cover…
Two very large Aliens from outer space did appear…
Come on children it’s time to go home…Bye ya’all…see you all next year….

	


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Orange Halloween

My favorite color during this season Is surely the color orange Pumpkins are a favorite of mine too Jack-o-lanterns fill my house And all over the outside On the porch and the walk Black lights also light up All around the front porch Awaiting the unwary To have the lights come on Only after they are activated By motion I always have skeletons That adorn the porch As well as a large witch Overpowering and fearsome There’s an old tree That usually has no leaves at this time That holds an owl Created to hoot upon my command A beautiful sight to see And frightening in the dark Real spiders skitters across the porch Looking for someone to bite They are innocent in this event But still are protective of their area Orange fills everything here As it is the color of the season I love this day of the year The best and most fun
Russell Sivey


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Haunting Melodies of a Lonely Soul

The moon bearer of light to his once dark soul
His celestial magnet on the seas of pain
Washing over lonely shores of his pain
Solace found in his music
Endlessly orbiting around the earth of pain
Of humourless souls
Awakening passion and wonder 
In the hearts of females from across the world
With haunting melodies of a lonely soul
Affecting all aspects of his life
Caressing soft folds of hearts stolen
Illuminating dark hearts with love and yearning
His audience’s teary eyed glistening like stars
Feeling intense loneliness in his haunting melodies
Illuminating night skies 
For lovers locked in sweet embrace
Casting contrast of colours on earth
His rainbow of melodies a blessing in disguise to others

23:02:13


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Fred the Legend been sighted part 3

It all started one Halloween..no one knew what it would mean...could it ? was it? just a 
dream ? Follow the " Legend of Fred " series and you'll see what I mean...



Everyone’s asking where is Fred..?

Has anyone looked under their bed ?

I’ve heard tell he disappeared on this night filled with fright..

Many said he was taken by the things that go bump in the night…

But things of this nature don’t happen around here that much….

Has anyone out there seen a little red headed clown ?

He has a red nose and a smile turned upside down…

The chocolate and sweets from his trick or treat…

Still lays scattered all over the street…

I know he wouldn’t have gone on his own..

Cause he came from a very happy home…

Some say they’ve seen him, running down the street..

Yelling at the top of his lungs….

Hey everybody it’s time for “ trick or treat “…

So on that night when you go out...looking for some fun..

Remember the little red clown named Fred..

And all the things this poem has said…..