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Poem Details | by Warner Baxter |
Categories: evil, fantasy, grave, halloween, mystery, scary,

Whistling Past A Graveyard

whistling past a graveyard Devil may care, but I have no regard I walk among granite tombstones six feet below are boxes full of bones I find myself in a dark, dark room only to realize it's a witch's tomb gravedigger has bodies to retrieve on this night, Saint Hollow's Eve

Poem Details | by shannon burke |
Categories: angel, death, god, halloween,

the gatekeeper

twas the night,
forsaken to see,
another angel,
calls to he.

He who walks,
through desolate skies,
teaching young angels,
how to fly.

Blowing the wind,
beneath their wings,
keeping them aloft,
for everyone to see.

This is the man,
who controls all fate,
the one who lets,
people through his gates.

Poem Details | by Jessica Highstreet |
Categories: day, death, grave, halloween, moon,

Halloween Moon

The Celtics called it "Samhain",
The day the Dead are seen.
The phases change their faces,
Like the moon on Halloween.


Poem Details | by Jack Webster |
Categories: anxiety, dark, death, emo, faith, fantasy, halloween, spiritual,


Scientists open many bodies
to please the skeptics, like fathers proving
there are no monsters hidden beneath
the heart's sticky bed. No soul. No ghost. Just 
organs in metal pans.

Serial killers open many bodies
to please themselves, like sadists proving
it is not flesh that screams, but the heart, 
the soul, the ghost. 
Not the organs in metal pans.
Have you lost your mind? 
Can even you find your mind?
How can something unfindable die?
Ghosts are no more real than mind
and linger behind it in the same void.

Ghosts open many bodies.

Ghosthunters and Spiritualists Contest, hosted by Kevin Shaw

Poem Details | by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories: dark, death, fantasy, halloween, history, horror, imagery,

Golden Cat

He dragged himself along a narrow corridor,
carrying a golden cat statue with him.
He walked as though the weight of the world
was on his shoulders, as he vomited
out thick blood. His favorite white shirt
was now red and wet. 
On his skin, veins were dark
and swollen, as though they wanted to explode!
It is picking the artifact
from  goddess Bastet’s shrine,
that made him to be as he was….

Poem Details | by Diane M Quinlan |
Categories: autumn, change, death, halloween, moon, morning, red,


 autumn, change, death, halloween, moon, morning, red,

Three Haiku poems on October for contest

October skies bite
Northern winds lay frost tonight
Hoar covered meadows

Cold short daylight hours
The month of October brings
Reigns before snow fall.

Night skies tinted all red
October month turns over
Harvest moon is out

Poem Details | by Deb Wilson |
Categories: death, halloween,

Army of The Walking Dead

People tell me can you hear
those dark forces drawing near?

On this shadowed shard of night
traveling through the stench and blight.

These undead in wrapped attire
creeping through the murk and mire.

Ghastly in their evil space
slimy torso,dripping face.

Their intent's to see you dead
so they can eat your limbs and head.

Then you'll return as one of them
to cause murder and mayhem.

written by Deb Wilson
for contest "Zombies" sponsored by Leonora Galinta

Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: dark, fear, grave, halloween, mystery, night, scary,

Graveyard Shortcut


Hiding in the shadows, there
at the corner of my eye,
I am slowly made aware
there is someone else nearby...

"Who is that?!" I bellow then,
"Hiding in the shadows there?"
"I've no use for boogeymen!",
I yell into empty air.

One more sheepish peek I dare,
feeling harebrained to have thought,
hiding in the shadows, there
was some scare that there was not....

But my heart begins to race
when that cursed glance I spare,
suddenly reveals a FACE
hiding in the shadows there!


Poem Details | by Richard Palmer |
Categories: death, fear, funny, halloween,

Hah Ha Hah Holloween Night

Fingers,the bones,
     Force through a casket,
A body appears,
     Or should I say,what's left,
Groans and moans,
      Earth bursting all around,
Covering my ears,
      Shutting out this horrible sound,
Countless dead,
      Raising from the ground,
In your chest,
      Twice as fast your heart pound,
Searching for the living,
       This Halloween night,
Better not be caught,
        It won't be a wonderful sight....


Poem Details | by Seth Diamond |
Categories: death, fear,



it was no bump in the night
a ghostly hand on mine caused fright
the slow click of a bicycle wheel made me tight
the wind blowing it around with eerie might
my eyes won't adjust to light
every impulse says something is not right

creeping cat paws don't touch the ground
so bizarre they make no sound
a deathly howl comes from a hound
I can not turn around
I stumble over a burial mound
and run from where the ghouls abound

Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: death, funny, imagination, people, visionary, halloween,


                                               supernatural art
                                          Her unique practice
                                   twitching nose- eyelids- fingers

In Loving Memory Of
Elizabeth Montgomery

Happy Halloween All    {BOOOOOOOOO}

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, brother, death, love, memorial day, miss you,

Halloween night

Dearest brother in Heaven
I pray for you always
especially this time of year
as you are so very sadly missed
In everything we say and do
you live forever
inside peal drops
In a part of our heart's
held very precious dear bro
Every prayer 
wishing you happiness 
filled with joy dancing 
with the angels  

My brother drowned this night pulls  heavy in sadness Halloween night whilst on holidays with his children in Majorca a sad family time of year

Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: bereavement, children, death, halloween,

TERRORISM on 2017 Lower Manhattan Attack


Halloween Night October thirty-first,
twenty-seventeen. A wet night of lit
cut out jack-o-lanterns, parties, games, cursed
ghouls and goblins, and witches shadows flit.

Children dress in fun or scary costumes
going door-to-door round the neighborhood
shouting, "Trick or treat!" running on sweet fumes
being good, but they eat more than they should.

Today was different; it was a day 
of grief and sorrow over an act of 
terror; Innocent lives taken away
too soon with families. Where is the love?

An act of sheer terrorism meant to fright
it will not discourage, but make us fight.


Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: cat, death, fantasy, fear, halloween, moon, scary,

Ghost Cat

There once was a white cat I knew
Who had feathers; a ghost cat who flew
Through the shimmering streams
Of the moon’s silver beams
Leaving slain doves in the dew

by Gail

Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: body, death, halloween, horror, humor,

Cannibal Morticians--A Halloween Poem

Nobody looks closely
At corpses in a funeral.
You usually just see
Their faces and hands.
Who checks the bodies?

Of course it’s assumed
The bodies are all there.
They are rarely exhumed?
During the embalmings,
How much gets consumed?

Some parts are for science,
Or given as replacement organs.
Maybe out of defiance
To laws and mores, parts are
Eaten by one without conscience.

If I were to voice my suspicions,
I’d ask who handles corpses,
Using which institutions?
Mortuary workers look well-fed…
Are they cannibal morticians?

10 Sep 2015

Poem Details | by Jeanette Woods |
Categories: absence, bereavement, betrayal, gothic, halloween, relationship, sad,


I wonder if you see me ,
if you really care,
If I’ve become some spirit ,
just passing through you there.
A will’o'wisp with no real form,
to tie me to your sphere,
I am just a haint to you ,
with naught to hold me here.
We used to be lovers bold,
and cared naught who saw,
held tight with bands of brightened gold,
without a taint or flaw.
But you have found another,
who’s caught your soul from thee,
torn it like a paper mask,
worn on Hallow’s eve.
So tis not I , the haint,
but you my dear,
and you don’t realize,
the spider caught you in her web ,
and drained you with her lies.

Poem Details | by Noel Villarosa |
Categories: courage, fear, grave, halloween, horror, mystery, scary,

Collaboration with the Ghost

Just a thought of working with a ghost
One I knew or a guest specter
I won’t fear the unexpected and can’t boast
A spectator on this skittish November

A silent visit of a lonely spirit 
Stories to unfold, connecting the past
The strangest seems I have had more merit
A nightly cast of fog so thick and fast

Real or airy-fairy experience
Those ghosts are pent into another dimension
Free from the tussle of life and beyond deviants
Reconnecting with the living in cold attention

One evening, startled by a transparent figure
Inside a room with translucent glow
Leaning on the table, staring on a paper
Suggesting writing his own memoir

October 19, 2015

Poem Details | by Alesia Leach |
Categories: death, halloween, horror, scary,


Something as awakened you,
your bed is soft and silky too.
You start to feel around,
side to side, up and down.
Then, you freeze,
screaming inside your mind.
Your mouth has been sutured shut,
seems you have been buried alive.

That I have to post this upsets me:
My poems are copyright. I am sharing my
poems for you to read not for you to
post willy-nilly to a website, in
your newsletter or anywhere else with out
my permission. I am available, leave me a
message. Especially to those who change
the name of my poem and not give proper
credit. You should be ashamed!

Poem Details | by Russell Sivey |
Categories: death, halloween,

Three Bad Brothers

Three bad brothers were killed on Halloween Their spirits were released into the night No other evil group has sure been seen Three bad brothers were killed on Halloween They were the worst lot of men, they were mean They’re said to be trapped in trees without light Three bad brothers were killed on Halloween Their spirits were released into the night
Russell Sivey

Poem Details | by Alesia Leach |
Categories: dark, death, halloween, horror, murder, scary,


When daylight goes down
and darkness descends upon the town,
a cold chill sends shivers down your spine.
You're all alone on a darkened street
and you hear the echo of a stranger's feet.

The wind whispers through the leaves,
shadowy hands reach out from gnarled trees.
In the darkness you hear the moans
and glowing eyes peer out at you,
watching you closely as you move.

A swirling fog sweeps in on you,
your eyes blur from its misty dew.
Your feet slow, but you've lost your way.
No one hears your dying screams,
they find your body in the stream.

ALesiach © 9/29/2015

Poem Details | by Caryl Muzzey |
Categories: death, fantasy, imagination

Halloween Night

silhouette visage 
scare awake the silent dead
on Allhallows eve

weird sounds penetrate
wildly woods so dark and deep
making one cower

a cold eerie chill
overtakes a breathless evening
waking dead spirits

fears manifest great
sullenness apprehensions
scaring one to death

little children lurk 
the streets full of kindly houses
with fun faces that awe

Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Poem Details | by Augustus Black |
Categories: dark, evil, grief, halloween,

The Forest

On the far-off isle --

The forest was beautiful and rich in nature;
With the songs of the birds and 
with the living of other animals in it.

Everything was balanced;
Until the wicked eyes of the humans got on it.

- Augastus Black
Date - 12th August 2016

Poem Details | by Lyon Brave |
Categories: death, friendship, god, halloween, metaphor, symbolism,

The Ghost In Music

The Ghost In Music

I'm dying all the time. 
I sit in a car and an Indian girl's
ghost appears next to me. She is
holding John Lennon's scalp. 

I don't know how she knows i'm a Beatles's fan.
Maybe it's because we are all Beatles's fans. 

I wonder if i would be offended
if she had Chuck Berry's scalp
Would i see it as a hate crime. 

i'm dying all the time. The only 
way i'm not dying is if i'm playing music
but then the ghost come. Cash comes
and asks if the ghost in music is alive.

Poem Details | by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories: children, death, halloween, heart, moon,

Flying Witches

Our searching eyes, and how they spy,
Hunting children from the sky
Our hungry hearts, for blood doth cry!
To quench our throats long parched and dry
O'er many Moons have read our runes
Cursed our Foes to meet their doom
Killed the swine atop our brooms-
And sent the youth to early tombs


**Halloween contest entry also for Skat
(Is it considered bad form to enter the same poem for the same theme?)

Poem Details | by Gabe V. |
Categories: bird, death, flying, halloween,

The messenger

Raven, flying through the night
bringer of everlasting rest
against his word you must not fight

Works for the one who takes the light
the one who knows what time is best
raven, flying through the night

For although his words may bite
to you he flew from his nest
against his word you must not fight

Through his master's strong might
he can speak to the smallest pest
raven, flying through the night

His master sends him to the site
and though you think I jest
against his word you must not fight

While I sit here, this I write
he is perched on my shoulder cawing with zest
raven, flying through the night
against his word I must not fight