Jack O Lantern Poems - Poems about Jack O Lantern

I thought I could hear, that deviant sound of eerie boots, disobedient ground Wearing disguises Sharing surprises Jack-Lantern, miscreant, boys are around ...

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There once was a pumpkin so bright, Its grin shone like a spooky night light. It sat on the porch, With a wicked, wild torch, And scared all the kids with delight!...

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Lantern of the Shadowed Glade In shadowed glades where spirits dwell, Beneath the boughs of an ancient spell. A pumpkin awaits, its fate foretold, By tomes of old and tales untold. Carved with care by children’s hands, A toothy grin upon its face expands. Yet, within those haunting, hollowed eyes, Lies a deeper truth in dark disguise. On Halloween, beneath pewter beams, Wailing winds...

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Jesus Jack-o-Lantern sings louder than most I am his mama, and I am here to boast…. His alto voice is as great as anyone’s ever was. He sings better than grandpa, grandma and Cuz. Jesus is my baby, my delight, my happiness, my joy. I am ever so proud of my sweet loving darling baby boy. The women line up from...

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Black cats dart across my path As I head down the street Children hide and spook their friends And all around shout “Trick or treat!” It’s Halloween! It’s Halloween! Hear them scream! A scary dream! Witches gliding past the moon Riding fast upon their brooms The dead are rising from the grave Their restless souls rant and rave Pumpkins on the fence posts grin And...

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On a night made of black sequined velvet Missing perhaps more sequins Than the years have managed to retain The air smells of damp yellow leaves Wisps of faux fog, dark chocolate And late October rain Oozings of lime green slime And violent violet writhings Under a strobing black light And the orange glow of a face Grinning with buck-toothed joy Or slashed with jagged...

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See them gliding down the street Like phantoms in the twilight Chilling wind and rustling sheets As pumpkins grin by firelight Giggling ghouls in search of sweets Red-faced devils and witches so green Big black cats shout “Trick or treat!” Magic words on Halloween....

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In this late hour, the moon withdraws behind a cloud Hiding her face and her light so dearly loved And wraps herself in her old, moth-eaten shroud As the last jack-o’-lantern’s flame is finally snuffed....

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In the shadows, faces flicker Some look merry, some look mean Moving quick and moving quicker Chills that creep along unseen Pumpkins grin and gape and snicker Through the night on Halloween....

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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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Elves steal the witches’ jack-o-lantern with glee. The only one who saw them was William and me. The witch is noticing now, so they are in trouble. I hear her chanting in her cauldron, rubble double bubble. The elves thought they were sly, but they were not quick. The potion is boiling out of the cauldron so green and thick. Run...

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I saw a jack-o-lantern totem in the field across the street. Three faces smiling at me. Their attitude could not be beat. The top one was the smallest, and gray which was odd. The bottom jack was black. She gave me a sassy nod. The middle jack-o-lantern looked like one I made one day. I watched these merry jacks, and...

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The rocker is rocking fiercely and in an angry way. Jack the pumpkin is in the worst mood today. He did not feel respected, and never got his say. The other pumpkins are scared, inching away....

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She was living in a happy Jack-o-Lantern because it was fun. The ghosts in the night had left on a humungous five K run. The howling of the wind was dying down, sliding under the sun. Hello! I told the magic makers. I want my hotdog hot on a bun. There are no more buns, the faerie of the...

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When I was a child, outside of Christmas, Halloween was my favorite time of year. I loved to make homemade costumes from old rags, to wear trick-or-treating in the neighborhood. And yet, for me, the most fun was carving the scariest pumpkin my mind could conceive. It was one of the only times I was allowed to wield a knife; and I...

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