Personification Halloween Poems

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Week after week I can hear the laughter

echoing throughout the old tilled field

I can feel the patter of feet along with the dust

rubbing upon my toughened orange skin

The rains have come and my bed has become muddy

the laughs are getting softer as each day passes

I can see others carried away

but why not me

I may not be as big as my brothers or sisters

but I am perfect

not a blemish upon me

but here I sit

almost all alone left to rot.

Off in the distance I hear a little voice

"Mommy all these pumpkins are too heavy "

"No mommy that one is ugly"

I hear her getting closer

pick me. please please pick me

Then I see her....the most beautiful sight I have ever seen

Her big caramel eyes, staring right at me.

She swoops down and cradles me in her arms.

"Look mommy I found one"

"no it's not too small"

" It is just right"

My heart smiles as I sit overlooking her.

Here on this fairy princess night stand.

*A Halloween repost

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016

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REALITY SLIPS my princess slipped face down into a shadow stars fell down from a crown hallowed my heart narrowed absorbing bullet shells nights of dark moons absorbed hell a mind harrowed in false realms dwells reality slips losing grip becoming that shell sands of the infinite seem sublime and my shell will decline © Kim van Breda

Copyright © Kim van Breda | Year Posted 2015

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On such a dreary and dismal night;
no moon in the sky to give them light.
  The black cat and the raven, out for a stroll
through the neighborhood to take in the sight,
  saw a bloodstained image that chilled to the soul.

In the distance was heard a piteous scream;
like a scream only heard in a hideous dream.
  The cat to the raven, “What do you make of this;
are these sights and sounds really as they seem?
  Are we walking through hell, or is something amiss?”

The raven did say, “My friend cat you’re not so versed;
neither is this a dream, nor are we cursed.
  On the threshold of November, a conception is seen;
the date today is October thirty-first,
  the eve of All Saints, known as Halloween.”

September 25, 2017
Rhyme Time with 5
Host: Laura Loo

Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2017