Best Seasonshalloween Poems


Pumpkins Night

Empty pumpkins await patiently on front porches and farmer's fences
for the light that gives them life
the hand which places each tiny candle carefully inside,
so they may show their toothy smiles and flicker their appreciation
on their night of nights...

For tomorrow they will be discarded, fallen or knocked
from safe pedestals onto lawns or driveways..
tossed into trash cans, sniffed by dogs
or left to fall apart in disrespect
as this year's duty has been done
another Halloween has passed..

Premium Member Fall

Is there anything better than 
The faint smell of smoke from a fireplace on a crisp cool day?
Is there anything better than
Being huddled in the stands watching the local football team play?

Is there anything better than
Raking up leaves in a pile for the kids to run through?
Is there anything better than
Seeing the sunlight glistening off the morning grass dew?

Is there anything better than
A white powdered donut with a glass of fresh apple cider?
Is there anything better than
A Halloween night with ghosts and goblins and spiders?

Is there anything better than
A horse drawn hayride out in the pumpkin patch?
Is there anything better than
Watching a squirrel gathering his winter stash?

Is there anything better than
The change of the seasons, anything better at all?
Is there anything better than
This time of year, the summer turning into fall?
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Fall Time

The summer time is over, the weather's getting cooler, and the leaves are dead. It means
that fall is here. I bet everybody will have been excited about that. It's the time of the
year for people to go clothes shopping for sweaters, new coats, socks, and stuff. There's
a lot to do in the fall like gathering pumpkins for Halloween and Thanksgiving, crunching
and raking up dead leaves, the works. If someone gets cold, to warm up, everybody can
drink some apple cider and some hot cocoa, and gather around by the fireplace. We know
fall comes once every year, but it's still our favorite season. Imagine my surprise when I
figured out that there's also a fall festival in all of the farms, the small towns, and
the cities, as well, especially New York City. And when fall is over, we'll be ready for
winter and fall will come back around next year.


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