Creation Halloween Poems

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Details | Rhyme |
Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015




Details | Tail-rhyme |
                  
                                               
 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 

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
                     HALLOWEEN NIGHT
                        WHAT A SIGHT 
                       IT TAKES ALL MY MIGHT 
                      TO GET UP FROM MY FRIGHT
                  THE FRIGHT OF HALLOWEEN NIGHT!

Copyright © Elizabeth Negrete | Year Posted 2014




Details | ABC |
            Wishing Witch 

My Halloween screenplay is funny as can be
It’s funny how witchcraft is what we need to see

Brewing up trouble with all your classmates
The teacher will get angry, make no mistake

Crazy riddles from a child can be so scary
Being her classmate leaves you feeling wary
							
You may start a princess and end as a boar
As her riddles will leave you in an uproar

Will you return to normal after all this nonsense
Is the question that has everyone in suspense

You may not have believed in the paranormal
But you will start to see the proof is abysmal 

Trick-or-treating can be more than a trick
As Jenny needs to get out of this fix

Laughter that gets you jumping off your seat
This screenplay is hilarious, that  you’ll see

So if you’re looking for some trouble
To get you out of your bubble
Go to the site, quick and on the double		

By: Doris Anne Beaulieu
At : http://youtu.be/XBmxebcXT0c   



Copyright © Doris Beaulieu | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |
The knives, the
designs in the
process, and the
seeds to enjoy
later.
Soon the designs are
finished.
Orange pumpkins fill
the streets with
designs of all over.
The creativity shows
through each and
every object that
fills the porch.
Soon night comes
quickly on
Halloween.
The glowing designs
show more and more
as the night
continues.
From house to house
you begin to notice
the designs that
shine through each
and every pumpkin. 
The night is
starting to end.
The glowing objects
are starting to
vanish.
One by one the light
is blown out.
As the lights vanish
I begin to think
they will be back
next year.
The designs will get
even better than
before.


By:Michelle Marek
10/25/13

Copyright © michelle marek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |
Gingerbread Creation, fall food Sweet icing A great taste Ghouls and goblins surround it A Halloween treat
Russell Sivey Form: Shadorma

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
It's not even October but I'm here to cause Halloween havoc
I'm out of my mind, so everything I say and do screams madness
Friday the 13th will be every day
My pen kills everything it touches, it's going the Machete way
I Took Michael Myers knife and cut off Freddie's fingers
Leave them all bloody
Feed them to Chuckie
The torture won't be over till there's a heavy singer
"The fat lady sings" just incase that line went over your heads
You don't watch a horror movie and say I don't want anymore dead
Some will say watching that kind of movie is a sin
So they'll call me crazy and won't embrace the beauty of my pen 
I'm one of a kind, there will never be a replacement
Imagine being dumb enough to think Freddy would beat Jason
He has Friday the 13th, every other day is mine
A tortured artists, who kills his poetry with the way he displays his rhymes
Getting over yesterday's nightmare will only lead to tomorrow's dreams
I just turned this poem into a horror scene
Don't read this and act like you've never seen madness
Will anyone see the beauty in my Halloween havoc



Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2017