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Details | Rhyme |
As I, sit here and I stare up at the night sky,
The cool air rushes past, and it's a moonless night
I listen to leaves bristle in the gusts of wind,
and the howling of the smooth air, and it's my friend

They say there's always a rainbow at the end of a storm,
well I'm still picking up the pieces while another storm is born
And while my last scar is healing, more of my skin is torn,
These last few months, I can't figure out what has been going on

So I, put these words together like it's gonna change anything,
If anything I'm doing nothing but hanging on to my dignity
I already lost my pride, I put it up on the shelf,
So that when you laugh at me, I laugh along, at myself

Cause nothing you can do can phase me, this life is a maze see
You just gotta stop by and take a glance to learn I'm amazing,
Because I made it here, without giving up,
and there's a long road ahead of me before I blow up

As my body deteriates, my soul is still alive
My mind is ahead of me, I'm living before my time
But in my mind, what I'm doing is right,
And I know I'm losing, but at least I'm putting up a fight

I'm scared off the odds, because the results could be drastic,
I'd rather hide my face, so like Halloween I mask it
And the mask fits, so I choose to wear it
Then like my face, the pain hides, and I can finally bare it

I just, roll along like everything is good,
knowing that I'm nothing, but I'm doing what I should
This depression is taking over, who would've known that it could
I need some shade for a while, so I slip inside of my hood

I try to, dream better dreams and live better days,
Knowing that the end of that road is miles away
There's no stop lights, just an on going road,
I've got no compass, my heart is tell me which way to go

Copyright © Aaron Guttery | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |
  Like candy for strangers 
on Halloween night
she ties up her sweet words
in wrappers of light

 Expressions of happiness 
laced with a thought
of poignant remembrance
of childhood she caught

from reading your life
as you wrote it all out
in peppermint  sparkles
and chocolate doubt.

holding her apron,
     she captures the fall
of every confection
 and rewraps them all

 in yummy new sprinkles
 with strawberry swirls,
she flavors the taste 
for the rest of the world.

Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006

Details | Haiku |
Triple Haiku
5,7,5 -- 5,7,5 -- 5,7,5

Evil brews, no rules,
looming witches ride their brooms,
demon eyed ghouls drool.

Potions have been brewed,
voodoo dolls alter my mood.
Serial killers.

Vampires, Ware-wolves,
Kruger and Micheal Meyers,
stalking to retire..

***Note*** This is an edit of my original Random Thoughts *49* Haiku--Tanka--Haiku... 

Jared Pickett

Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2010

Details | Dramatic Verse |
                    It was a moment in time 
                  a fate of inspiration gifted 
            I believe I was lifted a destiny in writing 
                I would vibrantly pursue .
             Renting a cottage once in Monterey Bay
           this cottage special in some way
            The very minute moving.. I felt a presence 
                      giving me no serenity , no rest 
                            feeling I were a quest ~

                 After desiring this home so                            
                      telling the Realtor ~ I made a mistake     
                     She told me be calm ~
                        many have said this before you 
                               ~ this haunt was not a new 

                  For once lived a Writer ~well respected Gent
               His cottage a distillery during the time of prohibition.

                  Many Gents and Ladies came to this cottage 
                      unlawfully gamble & drink through the night
                    Who would think , Doc Ricketts in Cane & Hat
                               it was a party by moon light  ~
                              In the back a distillery hidden in a old shed
                                    many Alcoholics were fed ~
                         The ghost popular quite the Ladies man ~
                                I was honored while feeling displaced  

                                 For those who have not read my poems 
                                    ~   and this may be new. 
                                          This really happened ~
                      The ghost of John Steinbach rented me his home True

                  Yvette & The ghost of John Steinbach's  , Teamwork  9/14/2013 

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
or do you want to tell the person whose first name is sang by sinead o connor
middle name is sang by fred durst
and last name is mentioned by fred durst

do you want to tell me, the person you just spent 13 years mad at
singing and dancing to my misfortune
and rubbing your happiness in my face as you exclude me from sex

do you want to tell that person whose name you plastered all over your war
that he had nothing to do with surviving it
do you want to tell that man
Troy Jeremy Nelson
who just lost everything 17 times
to start over
that he was not your allie
in whatever that was?

let me put your name alll over a war
and then wait for your enemy to show up
and ask you
what does that guy got that i don't?

everything now
you murdered my grandpa
you murdered my friends
you murdered my sex life

and you sang and danced to my misfortune to the tune of your lies
pretending i was your friend called an alibi
you didnt bother to even try to keep alive

do you want to come telll
Troy Jeremy Nelson
that your country just did that too
that thats not what happened?

Im not sure how long your going to live that lie
the thousands of people concerned and involved in that persons endless
and i mean endless nightmare
might just come tell you what has been making them cry.....

Happy Halloween tho

oh and p.s.
next time you put somebody else in the middle of your war
to play the victom of that person's nightmare
you caused
take notes to pass into the future
as to what is about to occur
to you
may be a life lesson
to history

Thank you for not caring (sarcasm)
thank you for not answering my letters (sarcasm)
thanks for going the wrong way, in the wrong direction, to do the wrong thing
that whole time i kept pointing out a drug ring blackmarket, you people didnt care 
about (sarcasm)

thanks for calling me a liar as to what has taken place in my life(sarcasm)

so whenever you are free to hand me a bunch of things with your smiling face, and 
names all over them
to make me feel better for the way you treated me
singing and dancing to the sound of getting away with murder
for the miracles youve stolen

my big brother doesn't like to dance around and play house, pretending to be 
someone hes not
in a singing competition, racing against his sense of fear
do you want to come tell the man just tortured by malpractice
with his name on your war in your music,
he had nothing to do with winning it?

Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Enclosed Rhyme |
Just look at that scary house
And those quarreling cat and mouse,
The  bats are flying over those gusty tree
And the moon is like a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy sea,
Witches are flying in the air
And there is a blood river flowing near,
And by looking at this scene anyone can get scared,
that house is alone in an open land
and there is not even a single lamp,
cracked windows are falling down
and those curtains looks like witches gown,
three pumpkins  are sitting outside the gate
and are saying its getting too late...
some skeletons are partying there
and are singing who cares,
one headless gardener is cleaning the garden
even mummies are also dancing,
some Cromwell’s are chanting in front of their magical pot
and are drinking red blooded soup..which is too.. Hot,
suddenly there is lighting in the clouds
and they all became happy and shouted aloud,
As witches queen is landing down on the land
And Halloween candies are in her both hands,
this Halloween party was too..long
and those Cromwell’s are still singing their song,
The Halloween   was in the echoing night
Which was there in the hiding moon's light...


Copyright © Zainab Rasool | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |
Thought I should never see
Underlings who do the writing
Vexing at times but oh well
Writers without bodies just pen
Ghost's I believe are not just for Halloween

Contest:Let's do some alphabets
Sponsor:Sara Kendrick

Sorry if this is not correct it is my first ABC form!

Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
Outside my window
I’m being hunted by a little black crow
He’s circling my house like I’m on death row.
He’s waiting to attack, but he doesn’t think I know,
I’m being hunted by a little black crow...

He’s driving me crazy,
so I turned on the gas stove.
As soon as he heard the switch,
he flew into a nearby cove.
Tic.. tic.. BOOM!
Was the sound of the gas stove,
my body was ripped like pulling on green cloves.
Looks like I was killed by a little black crow

-Shane P. 9/14/15

Copyright © Shane Pillay | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Forget Michael Myers, the real Halloween Psycho's here
I'm the psycho that your favourite horror movie psycho fears
My pen tortures my pad until it bleeds
I write for those who get mad when I speak
My pen is more dangerous than Michaels knife
What makes you think you can kill me, I survived my suicidal nights
Like that time at 17 when I overdosed on tablets
Cried so many tears on my pillow, the weight broke the mattress
Looked at happiness like I wasn't supposed to have it
Don't know if I'll make it home
I travel my path alone
because these days it's hard to tell the difference between fake and real
I don't need Jesus to take the wheel
If you take offense to that, it's your fault not mine
I'm saying I'm strong enough to make it by myself
I'm done looking for my lost mind
I make mistakes and I'll take the blame
I could go to the strip club like a rapper and make it rain
But I'm tired of meaningless sex, I'd rather wait for real love
I'm finally at a place where I can accept a hug
That one thing I never got from my own dad
So that probably asks the question why am I so mad
Depression took me hostage, I've spent my whole life fighting
I'm Brock Lesnar, I'm Mayweather, I'm Mike Tyson
I may lose a few rounds, but I'll win the battle
Overcome every obstacle on my travels
Spend my days looking for inspiration and my nights writing
This isn't my best poem, but it'll be someone's favourite
You dress your scars up, I prefer to let the world see me naked
I manage to do that without sending nudes
Born alone, die alone, I'm not worried about any friends I lose
I've been back stabbed, betrayed and cheated on
My heart is where I'm speaking from
I was kicked while I was down, bullied for being different
Don't get too close, because I need the distance
You spend your time trying to cheat the system
People speak so much, but I'm not seeing wisdom
I'm going to be the difference
I write from my experiences and I thank those who take the time to read it
I try and inspire those who need it
My pen is by my side, I can't leave it
My life has been full of pain and sadness
I had to get this off my chest, but no apologies for my Halloween madness

Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
A poem describing Halloween
Is what you might expect,
Impressions of the holiday
On which I did reflect.

Yet here is where I let you down
And you may think it rude,
But somehow, with no reason why,
I’m just not in the mood.

So if you want to read a rhyme
Of skeletons and such,
You’ll have to find another source;
Do I feel bad? Not much.

It’s good from time to time
When expectations don’t come through.
It’s true to life, but just in case,
I’ll end this with a BOO!

Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2017