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Prose Poetry Halloween Poems | Prose Poetry Poems About Halloween

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Witches n' goblins
Will be at the door.
Funny faced children,
Some are a boor.

Tiny people, dressed up so cute,
You just want to hug them,
Give them the loot.]\
Some dressed as angels,
With mom's homemade wings.
Will bring smiles to your face,
When the doorbell rings.

Some kids will be naughty,
As they ring the bell and run.
Or call on the phone,
Hang up just for fun.

Family pets will go crazy,
With every new sound.
As they run to the door,
In a noisy bound.

Take it all with a smile,
For each yer it has been.
A spooky old night,
And enjoy Halloween.


Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2014

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The Horror

Holed up in a corner, with a paper and pen,
under the moon light, crisp and bright,
tearing each page with words only ten,
with not many ideas nearby in sight.
Someone near me begins to nag,
who finds my writing bit of a slag,
thus we started talking about stuff,
with shadows mimicking our bodily huff.
The silent atmosphere and eerie darkness,
with her distant voice my heart raced,
no i didn't move from my place at all,
i thought she was sitting behind the other wall.
but soon she began to sob a little,
and shared her surreal experiences with me,
and i got so much indulged in her emotional pain,
that attention to anything else was in total vain.
The raindrops were then graced by the ground,
and the breeze left its impression with its sound,
I hushed inside the protective shade,
and waited for her to rise up instead,
Soon i realized her weird absence, 
as i thought she might be drenching in heavy rain,
and so i ran up to the boundary to ask,
"why you want to get wet in this time of ur pain?"
To my shock when i saw around,
a deceased corpse in the corner of mound,
barely recognizable a girl or boy,
was broken into pieces like a toy,
i ran and ran till my legs gave up,
with every nerve of my body shaking,
What was the shadow lurking there? 
and talking to me without a care,
a hand tap on my shoulder from behind,
with the same voiced giggle that spiked my hairline,
i needless to say what happened after that,
as i shivered and quivered, not to turn back.
The rest of it I dont remember as much,
but me and her are inseparable from then as such,
And we create a bigger circle with a new friend if near,
because the horror is always the image of your fear.

Copyright © Suraj Grover | Year Posted 2016

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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..

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

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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

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

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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….


Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

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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…

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

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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…..

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

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From Yon Darkened Keep

There afar in yon darkened keep,
Beyond my casement high,
Stands the stone of an angel lost 
That yet earthly lingers nigh.
The wind blows and the mist flows 
From the graven chill,  
And thus upon she wanders forth,       
For she loves me still.

O’ to sorrow, to journey forth, 
Hath become her spirit’s end;
To breach amid the nightly mist 
And carry upon the wind! 
The moon glows and time slows,  
As she wanders from the nil;
Thus many years she’s borne upon,
For she loves me still.

My one true love grieves in death, 
Thus she doth not sleep, 
As yet she treks her earthly course
From yon darkened keep.
As the wind blows, the mist flows, 
Forever and ever ‘til, 
And thereupon she’ll wander forth,  
For she loves me still.

Copyright © Robert Liam McCallum | Year Posted 2015

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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


Copyright © Shining Bright | Year Posted 2013

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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

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

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Banebury Hall

Accurséd be the refuge of Baneberry Hall,
For those who shelter there,
Where the lingering spirits stalk the night
From depths of great despair;
And the walls they breathe as tho’ of life
From her ruins upon the tor,
For those who’ve ponder asylum there
Now trudge forevermore!

O’ beware the lure of Baneberry Hall,
As souls are many there immured,
Thus the whispers upon thine ear
Shall herald thy fate assured!
Alas, the walls they breathe as tho’ of life,
As ye step forth into her lore
Where thus the dead yet seek the spark
That alights the evermore!

Each night doth stir at Baneberry Hall,
For shadows stalk the still,
And hands reach forth from mortar and stone
With an everlasting chill;
And thus the walls they breathe as tho’ of life,
As darkness treads upon the tor
Where spirits forsake their earthen depths
To roam forevermore!

Woe be he who shall take his shelter midst
The confines of Baneberry Hall,
Where upon those cold and wuthering eves
The unhallowed comes to call;
Then the wind shall howl the walls to life,
The mist shall hammer upon each door
And silence shall summons those spirits lost
From the evermore!

Leave a fire to flicker within the hearth,
If the silence be thy fear,
Lest the darkness and its phantoms yet
Be somewhere lurking near!
O’ hearken nigh the walls that breathe,
Be e’er watchful at the door,
And slumber not, and fear to dream,
As there lies the evermore!

Ne’er take the refuge of Baneberry Hall,
Lest ye too be of her keep,
For the myriad spirits there of ages past
Are nevermore to sleep;
The walls they breathe as tho’ of life
Tho’ the silence speaks of life no more;
O’ steer thy way from those ghastly ruins
That loom upon the tor!

Copyright © Robert Liam McCallum | Year Posted 2015