halloween
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This is the season where you show the people around you how much you care by scaring them,
And while it can be a trick for others, it is certainly a treat for some.
It was the most horrible thing I've ever seen.I was murdered 100 years ago on Halloween.A man accused me of vandalizing his house but I didn't do it.I told him that I was innocent but sadly, I could not prove it.
Frankenstein was only a monster because that's what people made him out to be.He was actually a kind and gentle soul but that was what everybody refused to see.
My first ex and I only lasted long enough to celebrate Valentine’s Day.
And my next ex was there for my birthday, but didn’t want the commitment.
So I didn’t let him stick around long enough to take Halloween too
When the Lone Ranger has his finger on his gun's trigger, he constantly has to pull it.When the moon is full, he hunts and kills werewolves, that's why he uses silver bullets.
When it comes to Doctor Frankenstein and I, people certainly don't admire us.When Frankenstein built me, he used my brain after I died from the Coronavirus.The angry villagers come after me with pitchforks and guns.
The leaves are beginning to change colors as they slowly start to fall and hit the ground,
And the smell of pumpkins and fear fill the air and it travels in the wind all around.
“Effervescent!' said I, “thing of ghost.”
Back into my memories bewitching
And so it came gently murmuring
Haunting - haunting - haunting!
I’m trying to write a Christmas poem,
But it’s just not there.
My merry poem of holiday joy
It's that time of year again
When ghouls come out to play
Where zombies and witches converse in a new civilized way
But your skeletons in the closet
They'll stay there another year
On All Hallows' Eve, the two dressed to frighten
the elder in grey, and the younger in white
sheets from their beds with holes cut for their eyes
with worn pillowcase sacks, went into the night
The seasons are all changing, the schedule of the day is rearranging.
It's finally time to put the shorts away, and to bring the sweaters out for the cold days.
The leaves are changing,
The seasons are rearranging.
The Summer is leaving,
The kids are grieving.
Time for sweaters,
and more chilly weather.
Hot coffee or hot chocolate in hand,
Count Dracula is a tale which is thousands of years old
But yet we don’t understand why he seems so bold
Twas the night of Christmasween And this not a twisted dreamLittle kids screamWhen their nightlight stops its bright beamWith their look is nothing but meanSmiles that looks like a stream
The ground is red and orange
And the trees are gray and brown
Put a scarves on your shoulders
Cause the air is getting colder
Everyone will laugh and smile
A ghost’s outside the train depot—
The one that is a rest’raunt now.
A mangled man in overalls,
Who waves a lantern light about.
He wanders ’cross the railroad tracks,
To save you from the coming train—
In Fall, there are orange leaves on all the trees. It's the season of my birthday and Halloween. It's very dandy to get all that candy.
It's just me it's just me come and sit on my knee I'll tell you a story of how the wind blows and where all the bad kids go the boogie man ate em' he snatched them up by the toes spanked them on the bottom and gobbled the boogers from their nose t
Dull complexion, orange flesh,
Unsheath this rusted knife;
Scraped across his stoic face
To steal his trusted life.
Driving by the bar, we looked out the window.
Three discarded pumpkins bobbed in the stream.
I looked at my brother--five weeks after Halloween.
Last night of October—we lay on the floorWarmly aligned from our shoulders to hipsBy the orange soda fizz of a loud movie scoreLast night of October—we lay on the floorIn the dusty blue attic beneath the trapdoor
Between us, you and me, I fear your company.Your clouded breathing haunts meLike a chill in the skeleton tree.
You are the last pumkin.
Left bruised and misshapen,
Nobody wants you.
So you simply sit there,
Watching even the most desperate of people
Give you a look of disgust,
And walk on by.
Halloween
A time to laugh
A time to scream
Takes up the entire month
If you’re enthusiastic
My favorite time of the year
Halloween
A time to laugh
A time to scream
Takes up the entire month
If you’re enthusiastic
My favorite time of the year
Because you're a monster
You try to tear me down
When I try to get back up
You take my joy
When I feel happy
You whisper things in my ear
When I was vulnerable
You destroyed my life
Hot tea,
soft sweaters,
whispers of the cold
Crunching leaves,
Fireplace burns,
Ghost stories told
Gold and orange, flowing colors
Both bright red and green
Fill your eyes full of wonder
For all that is seen
Candles glowing in the darkness
Among the dreary sky
But their ever glowing brightness
Speak to me, they do
The Whispers in the halls
Another's thoughts persue me
Just waiting for the fall
A path unto insanity
A mind's own hollow room
For I cannot control them
I was bitten by a Werewolf and now I'm undead.I was a mortal man but now I'm immortal instead.I'm responsible for many deaths because I'm a Wolfman.
Some might boast they have seen a ghost.
Some might say they saw a witch fly their way.
On this Halloween day, you know the one.
Where the spooks come out to have a little, fun.
Run, run, run away.
Here are the monsters come to play
Swinging bags of sugary treats
Up and down the busy streets.
Back and forth from door to door
Singing “Here I am; give me more.
Angry villagers put the Munsters to death.I adopted their pet that has a fiery breath.He is a monster and his name is Spot.I thought I would like him but I do not.It was a mistake when I got him from the pound.
Halloween Halloween
What a site to be seen
Scary monsters everywhere
Leaving children in Despair
Trick or treat
Is their disguise
All the children
Throat ripped clean
Jagged fangs go open
Eyes widen gleam
Blood flows free
Throat cut through
Pulse times two
Fangs sink deep
Drink into sleep
Three witches gathered round a pot,
the first witch said "today let's make something new
I'm sick of all this baby finger gluck and newt tail glue
and I know just what we wierd sisters should do.
Shudder and scream!
A witch grows near!
This is not a dream,
for the witch is here.
History is wrong.
A bad story told
for far too long.
There's a darkness that covers the moon,
To save the werewolves from there doom.
Surrounded by my brothers
And yet I am alone.
We grew together, weather storms
And cuddled amongst parched leaves.
We are strewn across the fields
It is too late.
There is blood dripping from the table
mingling with the wax created by now extinguished flame.
Halloween is here
We love this holiday my dear
Pumpkins are carved, treats are bought, and the decorations are hung
All that must be done
Is to put a costume on
Witches in their pointy hats
I speak to you now,
And it's true that it seems
As if my encounter
Was simply a dream.
But listen, dear stranger,
As I start to tell
Of the little old Hag
Who lives in the well.
When you look out through the window pane,
Your deepest fears run through your brain.
Just don't blink your eyes.
A demon with a diabolical grin-
The odor of putrescent skin.
Incredulously more malicious is the fear that sits and wishes
To give you its affliction
Of viscious scenes and memories
There has always been something special about October
About Halloween
About the Addams Family
and their sadistic values
There's something about the moon at night
On Halloween the souls come out
To run and jump and live without
Remonder that they do not live
And happiness no longer gives
The way it always had before
They walked through the open door
Just feel the cool breeze blowing gently all around, and listen to the warm-colored leaves scatter gently across the ground
My doctor, happens to reside
Opposite the road ten strides.
So conveniently I asked
His service when my lung collapsed
A horrid accident and gruesome
And not as like this awful twosome
No house is left out. On October 31st each house contains a festoon of Halloween decorations. Skeletons and ghosts are draped on the rooftops of every house, and pumpkins are perched on every porch. It is on this night, that Chicago transforms
What I’m Thankful For
When asked to speak, I figured, hey! This will be easy.
As I began to think of what to say, I grew slightly queasy.
Ghosts and goblins
Your footsteps matching mine
and the hay ride came late
but we stayed in line
Up all night
Dancing under the stars
surrounded by silly pumpkins
If I bite you today, would you love me tomorrow?
If I told you my secret
Would you still call me your lover?
I live in a world that you cannot fathom
Would you believe me if I told you
I might be a werewolf?
The first leaf of Autumn falls and slowly drifts away.
A chill runs through the air.
It now appears a new season is here to stay.
You’ve listened to stories of Hallows Eve
a night of scares and sweets
The story you haven’t heard
(some may think it’s quite absurd)
Between ice cold lemonade and hot cocoa,
I am human,
While bundling up due to the breeze,
I think thoughts such as these.
