Tribute Halloween Poems

The Witch’s hair was black as night
Her teeth were white 
And eyes were bright.

She boiled her potions,
And brewed her lotions 
She smiled at clouds and...

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I'm okay, 
you're okay is a mask in the land of pretend.
Children say what they feel,
their honestly can bubble over.
Little ones have not learned words...

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I remember the day Frankenstein was made,                  ...

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A God-honored teacher, Miss Ruth Vance
His gift to our town, His circumstance.
No replacing her bulging tote bag -
It was priceless, minus the Gucci tag."

and now...

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Stingy Jack knew he had made a booboo during his living 
When he tricked the crazy devil, who was not forgiving 
He did not make...

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On Halloween- so many years ago,
our grandkids had a pet named Georgie cat;
   a sweet Tuxedo cat for sure, although-
could offer soothing purrs...

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As a child we think of masks and Halloween,                ...

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Spider web earrings 
Glistening black widow power
October magic
Cold trick-or-treat rain shower

Bats dive bombing grandma
Landing in her silver hair
Glowing jack-o-lanterns
Illuminating a witch’s lair

Halloween night
Tribute to make...

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Tonight's the night, evil rises from eternal darkness
Seeking, only to devour, the mean, the cruel, heartless
They file down, along the streets  
Through every crack...

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Dark Night – City Streets


A dark night on city streets
soft yellow glare of streetlights
outlining slow creepy things.

Scents of cooling kitchens
and boiling excitement
tickled the deepening thrill.

A...

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In the eases softening breeze leaves rustle in the crisp
Autumn air, as the creeping shadows begin to claim the
Hallows of the darkening night, layer by...

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An Invitation To Poe's Dark Prison


When you walk in those nether worlds
no more bikini's, no more girls.
Just darkness eating away at light
every long corridor too...

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Lightly the rain falls upon the lamp lit streets, the shabbily dressed figure
Walks with an air of uncertainty down the cobbled stone streets, leaning,
On his...

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Whistle does the lone desert winds, flowing downwards from
Boot hill cemetery, in icy chilling breeze full of echoing voices,
From the past, begging for redemptions last...

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***( Consider this my tribute to Edgar Allen Poe )***


I met the ones that crawl below.
Not so very long ago.

When failing legs did cause the...

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