Halloween One Poems

Let's start out with my nightmares,  I used to have them revolving around jack 
a lanterns that got so horrific, for numerous years I...

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There was once was a ghoul named fang
Ignored the phone when it rang
It was his brass band mate
He had missed the gig date
No more will...

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One Halloween, darkness was descending.
I saw a graveyard, and then walking fast,
I felt the gloom of something bad impending.
The tombstones’ silhouettes that I walked past
were...

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On Halloween night in the year 1804
Costumed as a witch, I knocked on a door
Now it's plain to see
A spell was cast on me
I became...

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Following down the sidewalks
Watching from my backyard,
Everywhere I go, he stalks
Waiting to catch me off guard

Even in the safest places
My town, my school, my home,
The...

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The faces of parents revealed not a worry; not a care.
Kids walked alone, not for tricks, but for treats.
No child was worried about the candy...

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...She looked at him with a sneer and a snarl,
Then looked off to the priest with venom eyes,
Only to look back and rage at Marton,
“You...

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...“I will not just kill you,”she then proclaimed,
“That is too easy, I will make you hurt!
When your dread becomes real, I will come bite one,
then...

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When Marton awoke from the deep haze
he didn’t quite know at first where he was,
and last remembered beers at the tavern,
but then nothing…and what could...

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October twenty third two thousand twenty one...02:44:06 PM
Eastern Standard Time abuzz auld Durin 
(ya know whit I'm Tolkien about 
Elder days long regarding) Autumnal thrum...

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We decided to pick up laughter and cheer
Left the candy bags at home
Instead we held two charity cans on their own
We passed from door to...

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I am seven.
It’s a sunny, autumn day in 1948.
The sky is blue, the air is crisp
And Old Man Ironton’s leaf piles await us.
Manuel, his handyman,...

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I am seven.
It’s a sunny, autumn day in 1948.
The sky is blue, the air is crisp
And Old Man Ironton’s leaf piles await us.
Manuel, his handyman,...

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Lingering light dwindles among the horizon
Twilight fades with a farewell from the sun
These are the moments of the day I love best
when life and nature...

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Witch Bee was given one wish. Anything at all.
She pictured a haunted house, everlastingly tall.
A replica of herself, a gruesome, gritty pretty doll.
But would she...

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