Short Broomsticks Poems
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Brilliant bright brazen Brazilian Brutus brokered brave
Broomsticks bragging beyond bellowing birch branches
Bypassing bitty bites brought on by bystanders.
drowsy cricket songs
call orange-black wings to rest
on yellow ragweed
hunting with broomsticks
bent coat hangers and cheesecloth
we chase summer dreams
Full moon overhead
Jack-O-Lanterns a-glowin’
Black cats on the prowl
Witches flying on broomsticks
Stars twinkle on Halloween
Russell Sivey
In the dark corner
Of this old dimly lit house
Are two used broomsticks
Their occupants are witches
This is their transportation
Russell Sivey
The witches all go
Flying on their great broomsticks
I fall to their strike
Entrant into Black Eyed Susan's "Single Senryu - no nature poems please" contest
9/17/2012
Halloween night's moon
silhouettes witches' hats, capes
~ searchlight for broomsticks
October 2, 2019
Halloween Moon Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Witches in dark shadows,
Waving spells with their wands,
Whisper mystical chants,
With Broomsticks fly in nights,
With Secrets held in hoods,
Woods echo their laughter.
would you eat Cauldrons brew?
Haunted houses
an arrow through the skull
laughing witches on broomsticks
leering black cats
Orange pumpkins with fiery eyes
wild costumes
Every scream frightens
every breath electrifies
Now~~ BOO!
High up they all went,
Made with nylon and broomsticks,
Attached to a string,
We'd see whose could go highest,
It snapped and we chased along.
August 8, 2022.
Childhood Nostalgia Poetry Contest,
JCB Brul.
Witches on broomsticks,
Jack-O-Lanterns with eyes lit,
Vampires and werewolves
Scary skeletons,
Devils, demons, Grim Reapers,
Mummies and zombies,
Erie ghosts and ghouls,
Terrifying everyone…
On Halloween night!
jiggly wiggly broomsticks on fire
show us the devil’s kitchen said a sweet lyre
hickelty diggelty shimmy sashay
Halloween night is one evening away
The cauldron was happy to hear the witch’s song
It won’t be long, she sang to herself. It won’t be long!
Harrowing, scary stories
Abundance of ghosts
Laughing jack-o-lanterns
Lots of candy treats
0ld, creaky stairs
Witches on broomsticks
Eerie sounds
Exciting adventures
Naughty tricks
Written September 28, 2022
Harlots on Harleys
Barbies on broomsticks
Midgets on widgets
Buddha on Broadway
Leaders in leotards
Players in playpens
Twinkies in Slinkies
Christ in Cabaret
Temptation of teddies
Tyranny of toupees
Ecstasy of ecstasy
Yahoo of Yahweh
Widows with whiskey
Yoda with yen
Saviors with favors
Zeros with Zen
blackened sun, miniaturized pencil-point, glued
to an expanse where pillow-clouds once lay in repose
caftaned, toothless droids on broomsticks whiz by, cackling
anvil-hot, clay-red rains scald cracked turf, vapor rising up
where phantasmagoric ice-pellet fireworks burst in the night
~ darkness and death descend -- the final curtain
Battles of the world
Powers of incantations
Flight of Broomsticks
Evil on the minds
Witches brew with a broth
Human stew
Witches sleuth
Determined with desire
The pot full of fire
Witches with no remorse
Revenge and more revenge
Battles to win
Worlds to transcend
Transform
No Fiddle Faddle
Incantations disappear
Witches in and out
The full moon is nigh...
Time for the ghosts and goblins
To come and join us.
The black cat walks on
the path that we shall not cross
~ that path is bad luck.
Those seeking candy
disguise themselves frightfully
~ scare it out of us.
Witches on broomsticks
flying across the full moon
~ Happy Halloween.
Witches, owls, broomsticks, and bumble bees.
Peace signs, flower power, just a tease.
Princesses with crowns riding on their steed.
Steampunk Annie, rabbits, and bird so treed.
Gardens galore with flowers from every seed.
Mushroom houses and faeries, just what I need.
Dragons holding daisies, red hearts in the sky.
I am painting again. Can you hear my glad sigh?
Halloween rogues place outhouse upside down.
Nighttime, white sheets ghosts ride broomsticks sky high.
Felines cry topmost gates - they wail all-round,
while wives, mates make pleas, moans, a grief-worn sigh.
Sweet treats may stay ill used jokes - least homes try.
Porch lights turnoff - no bold gnomes, please, so late.
Take leave, new hallowed year-end night needs wait.
A time for werewolves, zombies, bones,
For spiders, vampires, ghosts and bats,
Blood curdling shrieks and chilling moans,
Of walking corpses, witches’ cats,
See scuttling beetles, ghouls and rats.
Old warlocks chant and banshees cry,
The carved out pumpkins light the way,
And broomsticks soar across the sky,
As shrivelled mummies flaunt decay:
It’s Halloween or All Souls’ Day.
We mere mortals,
Are but temporal beings.
Drowned by the wine of luxuries
That life has to offer.
That being said, still suffices not
(Countless, numerous sins ongoing
Creating, still dreaming
Of robots never-ending)
The forgotten warmth near the fireplace
And those which are eternal
Just to be swept away
By the broomsticks of the witch,
Just to be blinded by the lust of ambition.
Witches fly broomsticks
Avoid the stake
Passionate
Simply
Hexed
Thrown into water
Float as a crone
Buoyant life
Wisdom’s
Truth
Submerged by decree
No hard feelings
Posthumous
Excused
Wrongs
Self-righteous rulers
Concealed drowning
Ignorance
Exposed
Lies
10th May 2020
Contest Diminished Hexaverse
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
three teen witches skipped into our little hamlet
Trying to catch them were my cousins Brett and Chet
The witches disappeared before their faces I guess
They spoke of it for years, said my cousin, Tess.
Did you see them too? I asked Tess, hopefully.
I was across the square, you can’t swear by me.
How did they know they were witches? I asked her.
Pointed hats, broomsticks, and they could disappear.
Eerie
Witches
Ugly
Creepy
Freaky
Sneaky
Floating
Chanting
Cackling
Laughing
Broom sticks
Flying
Moonlight
Passing
Shadows
Waving
Witchcraft
Praying
Evil
Lethal
Hexing
People
Wilful
Wanton
Values
Rotten
Cats and
Magic
Crazy
Manic
Fear and
Panic
Wicked
Antic
Spell cast
Spoken
Lotion
Potion
Hocus
Pocus
Witchy
Slogan
17.10.23
Oozing greens,
Dressed-up teens,
Headless people, there are few,
Witches on broomsticks, what are you?
Knock on the door,
Candy galore!
Every kind,
And then some more!
You might wake the dead,
They might steal your head,
Fodders, Ghouls, Goblins, and Ghosts,
Mess with them and you'll be toast!
Get to bed,
Before the dead,
Stay inside,
where you can hide,
And don't be seen,
On Halloween...
Form:
Witches so surreal
Silhouettes upon the moon
Flying on broomsticks
Jack-o-lanterns : smile
Through the flames of Hell, inside
Feigning , frightful sighs
Spooky ghost run by
On moonless Halloween nights
I, cower in Fear
Inspired by the POETESS EXTRAORDINAIRE :
The SWEETHEART of POETRY SOUP ( and me )
Mrs. Linda-Marie's Contest " ***Halloween Haiku*** "
Dedicated To my Haiku Sensei " Raul Moreno "