Best Pumpkins Poems
Halloween 2
Haunted houses knock if you dare
Apple bobbing drenched wet hair
Lanterns waken shadows hidden
Laughing, giggling, excited children
Orange pumpkins large and small
Witches wands a spell to call
Enchantment fills cold night air
Eerie footsteps creak upon a stair
Nights mystic moonlight glare
..........Trick Or Treat - Halloween Prayer
01.10.20
I shed the shackles of societal scrutiny
Dared to color the Pumpkin purple
Finding that one must weigh such actions
On the scale of consequences
Developed a “cloak of invisibility”
Muted and masked my reality
Sharpened the spearhead of a N0. 2 pencil
Mounted up, lowered my shield, and fled
Leaving a trail of “double entendre”
A myriad of menacing metaphor
The howl of “Limerickian” lunacy
A sonorous tone of truth
Yet still I bear the shackle scars
Soft fears that linger in a being
Longing to dull my stinging spearhead
Erase the Pumpkin's purple smile
Pumpkins set up on high
Pretty leaves are dancing
Paints coming in orange
Painting funny faces
Patty loves the fun look
Pies will make big smiles shine
Priceless fun day for all.
Pumpkins shaking on the vine ,
what the bloody hell this time,
runners crawling cross the field ,
towing pumpkins its unreal...
Jack the horse," it's feeding time."
"how about some red red wine?"
true story mine ....Don
ole quarter horse Jack just knew how to get him a feed...
They wait in the field
like small, round stories
not yet told~
each one holding its own shade
of late-season gold.
Wind moves through them
with the gentlest authority,
nudging their vines,
reminding them
they were once blossoms
that believed in light.
A crow strolls past, unimpressed.
Pumpkins don’t mind.
They’ve learned the art
of being quietly magnificent~
content to glow
without asking for applause.
By evening, the whole field
softens into a kind of chorus,
each pumpkin offering
its patient brightness
to the coming dark.
And you can almost hear them,
those round, humble lanterns
of the earth,
whispering,
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Home of the jack'o lantern
can be filled with spices---
cinnamon, nutmeg, and more,
to fill our stomachs
on a cool fall night.
Warm pumpkin
pie!
Two silhouettes together,
Under the light of the moon
The hooting of owls
They are singing a scary tune.
Dark shadows fly past us,
But my arms hold you tight
With thoughts on our love
We lose fear for the night.
The pumpkin that glows,
On the steps by our door
It seems to be smiling
Make me hunger for more.
The moonlight in the sky,
Shines down to the ground
Glistening the leaves
That covers the ground.
Pretty fall colors carved and decorated
Understandably the best in a cream covered pie
My favorite flavor is the cheesecake
Plump and lumpy or perfectly orange
Kill it with a shotgun after halloween
I love to watch the scrambled pieces fly in the air
Never let the Jack o lantern go to waste!!
Seeds left on the ground, grow next year!
Autumn's Fall
Two silhouettes together,
Under the light of the moon.
The hooting of owls
Is singing a scary tune.
Dark shadows fly past us,
But your arms hold me tight.
With thoughts on your love,
I lose fear for the night.
The pumpkin that glows
On the steps by my door.
It seems to be smiling,
Makes me longing for more.
The moonlight in the sky
Shines down on the ground.
Glistening the leaves,
That covers the ground.
How many days to raise this pumpkin
From the seed, in which I sowed
I gave it water, and I fed it
As everyday I'd watch it grow
There were nights, I was frighten
That I'd lose it to the frost
In the past, it'd come early
And found it hard to bare the loss
I'm not quiet sure, how people feel
About the orange ball they see
All I know what's in my heart
and what the pumpkin means to me
Some buy them, and they cook them
Making soup or cakes or pies
If I said, it wasn't yummy
We would all know that's a lie
Others make a Jack-o-lantern
Evil faces, lit by flames
Entertaining all who see them
In a contest or a game
But there are those
Who'd smash these pumpkins
In a cruel and twisted plea
All I know, what's in my heart
and what the pumpkin means to me
How many days to raise a pumpkin
At least eighty maybe more
Tending daily to its needs
But, it's quiet a loving chore
Then to have them smashed on purpose
For a purpose no one knows
Destroyed in just mere seconds
That took weeks and weeks to grow
It takes time to raise a pumpkin
And in an instant end its spree
All I know what's in my heart
and what the pumpkin means to me
By JT Curtis May 2015
Pumpkins, pumpkins every
place. Pumpkins on my lunch
plate. pumpkins under moon
Placid, silver, shining
'Pon that pumpkin patch orange.
Pumpkins gathered, cooked done
Perennially served, hon
A whole patch full of pumpkins white
Not an orange one in sight
I guess a wicked witch so grim
Scared the xxxx right out of them
11/13/2011
Written for the "What No Orange Pumpkins" contest
Poor Pumpkin growing on the vine
Under the moon's watchful eye
Mark for Jack-O-Lantern
Picked by witch for
Kids trick or treat
In dark web
Nights ghosts
Spells
10/12/2015
Children Story
Acrostic with a Syllables count Per Line 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Cornucopia
Trumpet Sounding – abundance Resounding –
A harvest not Empty – a horn of Plenty –
Season bounty Astounding – safe from snowbound Surroundings
Fall Caressing fair autumn Blessings.
Sweet orbs of Green or burgundy Seen
In arbors that Wait grape clusters to Take
Nectars Serene in fermenting Dreams
Dew mists so Fine like sparkling Wine.
Breath of Autumn whispers soft harvest Hymns
Ruffles ripe Fields of grain’s golden Yield
Blades salute skies Solemn - in straight rows, in Columns
Kernel berries grown for Bread - we bow our Heads.
Apples Reside – sweet juiciness Abides
Orchard boughs Seen in ornaments red, yellow, Green
Thoughts of pie Ride as cinnamon delight Glides
Crisp ciders Arrive in jugs and in Jives!
Frosty fall Dells painted in icy Pastels
Leave a transparent Sheen on rambling vines Green
Pepitas in Shells of bright orange they Dwell
In pumpkins and Squash - festive fields Awash
Such flavor Divine – like honey sweet Wine –
Wide bottomed Orbs - sun sweetness Absorbed -
A taste Refined – bliss, sublime, Intertwine –
Pears Appear at the end of the Year!
From blossom Wings nascent in Spring
Sweet surprise Resting in hard shells Nesting
Squirrels seasonal Fling – winter Investing -
Walnuts and Almonds, pecans by the mill Pond
11-16-20
Contest: In Rhymes Sublime
Sponsor: Joseph May
Faceless pumpkins in October fields
Wait patiently for children's smiles