Halloween Villanelle Poems

Oh no, Tokoloshe is coming for me.
I don’t want to die. 
Oh, my God, I better flee.
 
I’ll hide behind the Suonoki tree. 
The vicious...

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He was a violent slasher in a movie,
there was no way for him to spook;
The murder weapon rather bougie;

A psychopath doesn’t frighten easy,
when a fear...

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What he’s capable of, I do admit, frightens me the most
My dread began in 2006, on TV his face did appear
The Burger King with the...

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At Halloween

     At Halloween, just a few nights ago,
     I saw a sinister dark and tangled wood
...

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I approach the hallowed eve of the living dead
With spooky awareness of impending doom,
Accompanied by intense feelings of mortal dread.

I can’t get creepy silhouettes out...

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Autumn festivals dot the landscape
Especially around the rural countryside,
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.

Halloween decorations made of crepe
Orange ribbons on the old hayride,
Autumn festivals dot the...

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Far beyond the moonlit corn maze 
the silence of true terror lies 
within the bonfire’s burning blaze; 

‘Urban legend’ isn’t just a paraphrase; 
In short...

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Beware the goblins that hang out with gloom,
That send little children screaming in fright
The werewolves that spell a sudden doom.

Sudden noises like mushroom clouds boom
At...

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Eager children await sweet treats
And colourful bags that have been filled
As well as pumpkins lined up to greet

Their tricks make the treats increase
All of the...

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October is a month to me most dear.
Its autumn beauty pleasing to the eye.
A season I will celebrate with cheer.

Warm zephyr breezes blow on days...

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The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds
and too gentle zephyr of mortality.
I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds.

My mind reels with the thrill...

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When the leaves  fall and  the dead they rise
 You better be tucked up safe inside      
 There’s...

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Grandma, look I am flying on your broom.
Where would you be going on such a fine 
Afternoon?
Be careful that's an heirloom.
To your bedroom
To get my...

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She walks alone through the forest in white; 
Under thick boughs she lets out her lament—
Holding her head and wailing in the night.

The wind is...

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I’m just a drifter and yielded nothing
No pantry full of food but a few things
I cannot take them in time of ending

A great beyond that’s...

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