#halloween poetry
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elycwinters · 28 days ago
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The Restless
When the midnight clock strikes, they begin to stir, when the house is silent, they begin to whirr as they dance through empty hallways they once walked, finding no trouble for the doors that are locked as they move from room to room desperate to live again, alas that is something that only God can give, and they fool themselves in the vain hope of not being at the end of their rope.
The Restless souls at midnight creep when the house inhabitants are deeply asleep, perhaps it is time to call in a priest and forcefully have them from their chains released.
~ Ely C. Winters [29/10/24]
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existennialmemes · 1 month ago
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While you slumber in your bed
The shadows come out to play
They dance around upon the walls
Never getting in your way
Because if you should stir awake
They know to take their leave
Vanishing before you see
Except of course, for Gary
He doesn't want to be a bother
He doesn't mean to scare you
He doesn't notice when you wake
Because, Gary is just New™
Your world is so exciting
He gets caught up on a whim
Unaware the others are gone
And you're staring directly at him
That's when he'll realize his mistake
It'll burst him from his bubble
And though you may feel quite afraid
He's the one who gets in trouble
But if you wish to save him
From punishments that may await
Just pretend you didn't see him
And you'll spare him from that fate
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phanbian-holzy · 1 month ago
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spooky poem for the spooky season :)
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givreencres · 6 days ago
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I totally miss my target date for this one.
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helpmebelieveinanything · 1 month ago
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was bending backwards not enough for you?
twisting my limbs into the perfect branches for you to climb on, was that not enough for you?
You see the words carved into me,
And you’ve read my body hundreds of times,
But still the way my skin speaks isn’t making sense to you
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writerofweird · 2 months ago
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The Monsters At The Halloween Party
This poem contains references to sexism At a Halloween party,Two women were chatting,But then they heard a noise,Something strange was happening, From under a cupboard,There came out an eyeball,While another odd creature,Slithered up the wall, The party guests shrieked,They all ran out the door,The two women tried,But they fell to the floor, The two monsters looked over them,Which gave the…
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writing-frenzy · 25 days ago
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So another halloween has come to pass,
Oh how it all goes so fast,
But like with any spell cast,
It can never last,
Soon we will retire enmass,
Decor and wrappers soon to be trashed,
Spooky dreams left into midnight grass,
But the spirit doesn't die but merely surpass,
But reach a greater class,
And give us scares and treats better than we could have asked.
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danalockhart411 · 25 days ago
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This is Halloween
Here's a silly little (unpolished) poem for Halloween!
I shook hands with the boogeyman
And now he’s got my back.
No one reached out to him before
So he invited me to his pack.
He called all his friends over
To meet the new kid on the block
And I shook hands with them all.
The wolfman and the skeleton,
The demon and vampire bat,
I even passed my hand through
A floating ghost or two.
We hang out on the weekends
And on the harvest moon.
It’s really been an honor to be
A part of the bogeyman’s crew.
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moonfountain · 26 days ago
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halloween doesn’t feel the same anymore
i miss being three
and going out with family
for halloween
i miss when i had friends
but now here i am again
staying home with nothing
but my air fryer and my pen
and two rotten pumpkins that look
way too much like me, it’s uncanny
how they watch wided-eyed at how i
wallow in self pity
by @moonfountain / moon.fountain on ig
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honeydewrowe · 1 year ago
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The Devil of New
Eyes of red
Withered grey bones
The spark of the dead
Souls standing alone
They mark themselves damned
And pitifully waste away
It went all as planned
The devils here to stay
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elycwinters · 27 days ago
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Behind the masks you never know who hides, so watch out for the monsters.
~ Ely C. Winters [30/10/24]
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heart-songs · 1 year ago
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How to Scare Away the Ghosts
Invite them to dinner. Over-season everything with salt. Challenge them to a game of Truth or Dare. Make sure all the dares involve chores you need done. Insist that they chip in for rent. Show them your collection of skeleton keys. Use one to unleash the three-headed dog that’s chained to your larynx and command them to speak. (Preferably, all at once.) Turn on every light in the house. Dance until your bones rattle their nerves. Tune into the X-Files marathon. Cry on their ethereal shoulders when Mulder tells Scully she is his one in five billion. Spend the rest of the night bouncing conspiracy theories off the walls. Confine them to the attic of your mind with all your most disturbing thoughts. Channel your inner Sam Wheat. Sing I’m Henry VIII I Am, loud and on repeat. If all else fails, ask what killed them instead of how they died.
- Cora Finch
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mysticsparklewings · 1 year ago
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Inktober/Drawtober Day 25: Dangerous Hocus Pocus 😈 🪄
Somehow I think this is my favorite prompt combination so far…And yet I’m not sure I did it justice. 😅
But! At least I’m posting it in a little less of a rush? 🤷‍♀️
If you want to know more, DeviantArt gives me way more characters for my thoughts:
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theyearofhalloween · 1 year ago
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Listen. . .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.
Adelaide Crapsey, “November Night”
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writerofweird · 1 year ago
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Your Jack O'Lantern
Your Jack O’Lantern’s very good,I like how you carved the eyes,And it has a nice warm glow,And it’s a proper size, But there’s a few improvements,That I think you should make,I mean you gave it a nice smile,But it doesn’t growl for heaven’s sake, What good’s a Jack O’Lantern,That doesn’t haunt or bite?I mean, Halloween’s the best time,To give others a fright!
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autumnsvoice87 · 1 year ago
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Haunted House
A poem inspired by Edgar Allan Poe, but My own writing. Partially Free styled as well. I tried to rhyme in spots. I hope this is entertaining for spooky season :D
I sit and ponder wearily
Upon my desk is a black candle
tis alit aflame
My feet are achey and swollen
all in a days hard work
i sit and ponder wearily
The black candle dances
as rose petals are added
to the candle plate
A spell has begun
I sit and ponder wearily
inside the flame I look
The black spot before the light
I watch the aura of the flame
I sit and ponder wearlily
The flame steady and bright
and in that momement
I am mezmorized
I sit and ponder wearily
my consiousness shifts
upon watching the flame
A vision stirs in my minds eye
I sit and ponder wearily
I disembodied hand appears
Through the desk
and through the flame
It is neither here nor there
I sit and ponder wearliy
My mind comes to
I realized the candle flame is out
wondering which ghost
whistfully wanted to pout
I sit and ponder wearily
I feel beside me
by my desk chair
is a cold spot
"Get out" I yell
i sit and ponder wearily
I head to bed
I feel cozy and secure
snuggled in my bed
with my night cap
over my head
I sit and ponder weariy
upon my slumber
my chaimber door Creaks
A sound so haunting
I awaken in sweat
I sit and ponder wearily
I feel the goosbumps
trail down my spine
"I live here"
A chilling voice calls out.
I sit and ponder wearily
I mumble and groan
as I close my chaimber door
"Don't disturb my sleep"
I demanded from the spook
I sit and ponder wearily
I lay back down
and I fall fast asleep
Hours went by
Bang, Bang, clack
I awoke upon the clatter
I sit and ponder wearily
I rush upstairs
where I heard the noise
Only I found nothing amiss
I sit and ponder wearily
I ponder if I should
leave this house to the spooks
This haunted house I adore
I sit and ponder wearily
as I keep score
Ghost has 1 and I have 0
I silently declare war
upon this haunted house
I sit and ponder wearily
and in the silence
a maniacal Laugh
rings through my house.
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