Best Pumpkin Poems

Poor Peter Pumpkin had a very itty bitty head.
So the farmer made him stay inside the garden bed.

The farmer said that he was going to keep him warm with hay.
And there the itty bitty pumpkin stayed for many a day.

Finally, the farmer came to check...

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(Alternative Ending for Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater)

Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater.
Do you think he kept his wife so well
by putting her inside a pumpkin shell?
Inside that shell she had no room
to move around. A rotten groom
was Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater.

In the end, his wife could not...

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Poor Peter Pumpkin had a very itty bitty head.
So the farmer made him stay inside the garden bed.

The farmer said that he was going to keep him warm with hay.
And there the itty bitty pumpkin stayed for many a day.

Finally, the farmer came to check...

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Mum’s
Baking
Pumpkin pie.
Light crisp pastry
Silky smooth topping
Adorned with pastry leaves
Topped with swirls of white whipped cream.
I start drooling; it’s so tempting
Our spoons are poised ready to tuck in  
Oh how I adore autumn harvest time!

For love of October Contest
Sponsor – Andrea Dietrich
09~23~15...

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PUMPKIN MAN

Pumpkin Man
Is running wild
I hear he ate a neighbor’s child

With hollow eyes 
And jagged teeth
Escaping the oven what he seeks

Meant for pie by wify wife
When she lifted his lid
He came to life

His thousand seeds lay in a bowl
Thus emptied out
He has no soul

Listen kids...

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My feet step in time to the great Pumpkin Stroll 
                  where gourds are like chords of a song
I tap dance around golden orbs of delight
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Legend has it
She cast her spell to gain his love
With a lock of his hair and feather of a dove
He murdered her on all hallows night
Then planted a pumpkin on her grave site
White as her hair the pumpkin did grow
Legend says it is so


Wow 50...

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colors of pumpkin, 
vermillion and deep gold---
    veiled mysteries air

branches intertwine
in a sea of canopies---
    harvest moon rises

gilded by the dawn
and swayed by a seasoned wind---
    shades of art abound...

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“The finest poetry
     is the most feigning.”
           —William Shakespeare


Smelling scent soothe my soul
Sits in sleek oven
Simmering Jack-O-Lantern
Smile so nicely
Saliva pours for
Sweet pumpkin
Pie!

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© Joseph, November 2, 2008
© All Rights Reserved
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Semi finalist contestant
292...

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Shapely to coarse green stem, 
sitting alone; wanting to grin.
Patiently waiting for the take,
wanting Halloween to begin.

A few more weeks left to grow,
inviting; nestled in straw.
Children soon make their choice,
with little eyes in awe.

Fields abundant in orange hue,
serenading a season of rest.
Large or small or...

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Summer yawns at rest,
Autumn kaleidoscopes in
Ominous beauty....

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Folks held a contest to carve a pumpkin
The winner was this one of Donald Trumpkin

He claims he will make Halloween great again
When he makes a mess you know who to blame!

MAY GOD BLESS AMERICA – SHE NEEDS ALL THE HELP SHE CAN GET THIS ELECTION...

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You start with a small pumpkin.
Clean it, cut in cubes,
Fry with bacon and onions
A little butter.
Add salt and pepper
Till tender
Sigh!

Written 10.26.2017
Andrea Dietrich’s Contest:
Make Me Drool with Epulaeryu
7th...

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Lantern of the Shadowed Glade

In shadowed glades where spirits dwell,
Beneath the boughs of an ancient spell. 
A pumpkin awaits, its fate foretold,
By tomes of old and tales untold.

Carved with care by children’s hands,
A toothy grin upon its face expands.
Yet, within those haunting, hollowed eyes,
Lies a...

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October, when the leaves intensify -
colored explosions: orange, yellow, red,
breezes to temper summer's heat draw nigh.

There's one last month of days with lightened sky
before our Daylight Saving goes to bed;
October, when the leaves intensify.

A campsite will my kinfolk occupy,
by hot bonfire we'll sing and break...

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