Write Halloween Poems

January…new year, new me.
Met you and now I’m happy. 
We watched the ball drop and kissed at midnight.


My February Valentine
hearts and flowers because you’re mine
as...

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Coloring smiling faces donned with faux missing teeth,
and waxing poetic lip schtick adorned with moustaches

Swarthy, spooky, scary carved
pumpkin faces thickly materialized 
out of thin air
as...

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When a woman I yearned for would not return my emotion,
I consulted a witch for a magic love potion.
She said there was an elixir that...

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Happy pumpkin spice latte season!

Someone said the leaves had turned
to butterscotch, banana, and lemon 
but they don’t taste right.


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ps, I write short stories too...

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Sometimes I’ll rouse, in darkest night, to a twilit form, bending over me, so closely we’re sharing the same still air. I never startle, I...

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They giggle at my witch outfit, not realizing it is the real me.
I love the excitement of Halloween, it is a creepy night to be.
They...

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Shadows fade into the night
Eerie darkness – oh, what a sight
Gloom and gore are my plight
Heart is racing as I write
Dreadful horror I try to...

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Peeking in the door at me at a quarter to three
What to my amazed wandering eyes could it be?
A goblin or a ghost or a...

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She was found curled up by a tree whose roots had sprouted overnight.
Her clothing was gone; speech guttural, eyes held tightly shut.
When we attempted to...

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One Halloween night I heard at my door
a tiny meow that I couldn’t ignore.
Although I was busy preparing for all
the kids celebrating the fun of...

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Witch cousins crammed into the tiny duplex.
Packed in so tightly, that no one could flex.
Warlocks were mad now, couldn’t work on their pecs.
Party spilled over...

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I'm tired of these gothic poems,
Why not write something cheery for Halloween?

Pumpkin seeds and spicy dreams
Orange and red and little Ted
Goes out to play, today,...

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If something rhymed with orange I think,
You know another silly poem I'd do
But alas should I waste the ink
Even though orange is my new blue.

Alas...

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I was born the last day of October
with bright blue and noonday skies.
Among autumn sunbeams of amber 
my infantile yearnings seemed to rise.

With bright blue...

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She was supposed  to come at
12-30, I heard sounds of quiet footsteps
crunching through the autumn leaves 
outside but there was none except a tree...

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