Best Trick Poems

Bewitched again by autumn's laggard spell
Like alchemy, green leaves are turned to gold
Although the summer still has dreams to sell
I watch fall's silent sorcery unfold

Brisk morning breezes hint of coming cold
Forgotten are the yellow daffodils
The grass is brown where robins once patrolled
Who now, I'm sure,...

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He cursed himself for accepting the dare.  He never believed in ghosts or haunted houses. He thought it was an easy way to make a few bucks if he spent a night in a haunted house.  
 
Now he found himself in the...

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(THE GHOST)

In the naked eye,
Pure death approaches!

Incredibly hollow, kick the bucket long ago
No, whiff nor smell when “THE GHOST” is around
Abuses the whiteness, in which exists inside these sheets
It can be the cost and the intellect of your overdose in question
Go ahead and dig your...

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The sweet-sour scent of waning hay
drifts to town from nearby fields,
pleasing all walkers with an edgy peace.

While autumn gusts enliven shadows,
the wavering moon turns sheets to ghosts,
and disguises reveal diverse fancies.

The mind evokes bewitching specters
cavorting like bats on their nightly hunts,
quickening the pace of parent...

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TRUTH/TRICK???
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Soft and Swelling
Sound to the ear
But is it a sound
Worthwhile to hear

A smoothe melody 
Soothing the mind
But does its lyrics
Taint or refine

A sweet lullaby
To put me asleep
Or seducing spell
To lure me deep

Into its waters
Burying treasure
Deep in its ocean
Of endless pleasure

Candy sweet
A sugary taste
A present fill
But...

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I want you to want me
                    .....you only want me when you get to decide

I need you to need me
      ...

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( TRICK OR TREAT )

Toddlers walking the streets at night,
Running from house to house.
Images of candy fill their heads,
Costumes of all kinds abound.
Knocking on strangers doors.

On their faces are smiles galore,
Ready for the next house.

Time consuming ritual,
Right down to the last minute.
Emptying out the jars...

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It's overwhelmingly with sadness, a feeling of sick
That you thought you had control of me like magic
There's no gasoline covering me, put away the matchstick
The emptiness that possesses you is tragic
Your words are just a glass house, mine are the brick
Sails are at full mast,...

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You think you know who I am
You believe to know my whole story
How dead wrong you are about it
You are being misleaded by my actions

I am a troubled spririt
And you thought I was fine
Ha, how I've fooled you all
Because you believe everything you see

Though I...

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Trick or Treat

                      Trick or Treat is oh so neat, as we go door to door,
        ...

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Mind trick
As I enter I am conscious
Of the dangers and effects
Even though it is alluring
I’ll regret in retrospect
But my mind just keeps persisting
This time too it’ll have its way
Even though I’m well acquainted
With the things it will display
And it’s just like at the movies
I am...

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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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It’s just an illusion
that softly stirs sadness within my broken heart’s
confusion.

I have been tricked.
I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts -
and pricked.

Voodoo
casts magic darts -
you.

 It’s just an illusion,
 I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts -
 you....

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Black Powder
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He waits offstage, his posture tense,
his gaze locked on the audience -
his first in years.

He blots the sweat that wets his face,
then walks onstage and gets in place,
amidst their cheers.

In bowtie, vest and dinner tails,
he's dressed down to his fingernails.
His face is flushed.

His eyes...

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In the shifting air
the sweet scent of candy corn
candle wax burning

All doors are open
an ancient mystery lives
I bask in its glow...

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