Most Commented Holidays Poems (355)

T'is the time of year when things do go bump in the night
a time when witches come back to life ready to snatch a child
to boil up in their evil cauldron that walks and even can talk
oh the vile stories it could tell of potions made from their flesh

A time when the dead rise up and for a few hours rule the world
Stay inside if you wish to be safe, don't venture out if you are wise
pumpkins with evil grins spring to life searching for the unwary
giant blood sucking bats fly through the thick air on silent wings

Cap all this with wicked wizards and spotted poisonous toads
scarecrows gleefully join in the mayhem of this most foul of nights
don't venture out if you care for your soul for it will be snatched
and will leave you rotting in an eternal Halloween for all your days

ghostie ghostie eating post toasties,chomp chomp,crunchey crunch,eco on breezs,leaving one trembling with coverd head pleading nothing to dread. chomp crunchey crunch echoing down the halls with shadows on the walls. winds are howling night is calling for your making of faces of white. ghostie ghostie eating post tosties please come some other night.

It’s Coming the Day is Near!

The scary sound of a haunting Ghost

Goblin screams to see who could scream the loudest

A Witch on her broom stick Doth flies by

The heavens darken, lightening strikes across the sky

The floor woodworks squeaks

Here comes the Ghost …It’s … You … it seeks

The Door creaks open he’s there for you

You shiver underneath the sheets

Your lips are starting … to turn blue

I think he has seen you hiding there

He touches you with bony hand

Red Blotches appear where fingers touched

Oh! My God it’s blood that gooey stuff

The clock strikes 12, away you run

He’s after you, now ain’t that fun

Now Father Death is chasing you

Where should you hide, you don’t have a clue

A Ghostly figure wears his head upside down

You don’t think it so funny, it’s no time to clown

His livid eerie eyes peeks at you

OH! My God what should you do?

He chases you down the hall

You trip and down the stairs you fall

Ghostly screams and ringing of your bell

You think he is ready to take you to that place called hell

Put away your gun my dear

A sigh of relief

It’s your kids, Treat or Treat

It’s only Halloween … saved by Hershey’s candy!

Poem by the Goblin Poet
JimEee

I'm going down to Upland for Christmas
where two tiny elves, Lilly and Rose,
wait for Santa in the blue-collar town
of California's orange-grove history.

Cherubic, beguiling, flower-faces;
with sky-blue orbs twinkling, see me
as if I'm really something special
and I am special--their own
silver crowned Christmas angel--

As the resident grandmother;
I help mom and dad make a tradition,
a strong foundation the children remember;
connecting our history with hopeful future.

Lilly shines belief, the same one I left behind
when I grew from child to woman. She shares
that shine with me and once again I fall in love.
Baby Rose follows Lilly in everything, taking
her cue on what we do from her older sister.

Mom and I help the children leave milk
and cookies for Mr. Claus and a carrot
for Rudolph. When the children go to bed
and are fast asleep we nibble and drink...
pile presents under tinseled boughs.

Our celebration is for the children,
if you're good and very lucky, you'll have
some joyful sprites of your own to help
you recall the golden shine of Christmas.

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~> oF vALENTINE!S DAY ~>

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The story that's about to unfold,
Is that of nonfiction. All truth;
I need not to embellish at all.
In stages it shall be written,
If patience is shown,
I shall deliver the story of
Of my unwanted marsupial.

There are details that must
Be known, before I continue
My tale of the furry intruder.
Between each door, of the
Rooms of my house, there is
A gap, between the floor and
The doors, roughly three fingers high.

The other fact that must be relayed;
There is a wall that partisans
A spare bedroom and my computer
Headquartes, with back to back
Closets, divided by a wall.

With these in mind, I now shall
Unweave on how I became the host
Of the Possum Motel.

The last time I saw Santa
he was hanging out by our tree,
rattling all the Christmas bulbs
while we wiped our eyes to see.

Sure enough he’s a cross-dresser
by don’t let that scare you away.
Nothing wrong with wearing red
and driving off in a sleigh.

Wish I could be with Santa
and give him a helping hand.
I admire his big heart and
his reindeer are nothing
short of grand.

Would take a ride through Central Park;
pay our respects to Washington Square.
Bet you didn’t know that to this day
the remains of at least 20,000 are buried there.

Washington said it best after crossing the Delaware;
He provided the inscription on the arch that says:

Let us raise a standard to which
the wise and the honest can repair.
The event is in the hand of God.

A new year is filled with excitement
And a new perspective
The previous year has come to a close
Now it is time to be reflective

A new beginning given to us
To think about the past
And not repeat the same mistakes
To compare and to contrast

How will your life be different this year?
What is going to change?
Is there a resolution to make?
Or priorities to rearrange?

Make this year a new beginning
The past year does not remain
Gaze ahead to the future
Moving forward into unknown terrain.

Though the road may seem uncertain
And the path may look unclear
No matter where the journey leads
There is no reason to fear.

Don't lose sight of your hopes this year
Enjoy the new memories each day makes
Moving forward little by little
One step at a time is all it takes

Count each day that you are given
As a blessing from above
Let this year be meaningful and special
A new year that you can be proud of.

A new year is a new beginning
To make a fresh start
Continuing on in the journey of life
By looking within your heart

we family went to Bee Run beach today (sutton lake). jimmy had terrific fun, pretty much stayed in the water the whole time. lyn was dressed as a typical old Jewish Italian woman from Miami. decked out in a black and white zebra striped swimdress. seems she got off at the wrong exit to florida and landed smack in the middle of west virginia. I'm not sure that she realized any difference. what she may of observed behind her enormously gaudy foster grants, shrouded by a big floppy flowery hat, may have been....may have been..I have no idea. however, I had a much too clear picture in my mind as how she might be observed by other folk in the area. since she appeared as such, and we were where once was my stomping grounds, I...rather wisely you may agree, decided that it may be prudent that I too, don a thin disguise so as to escape detection. but alas....all efforts at remaining incognito were quickly burst, much as a overinflated balloon suddenly pricked by a sharply honed sewing needle, when she took it upon herself, right there amongst the horde of sweaty bathers, on the hot sands afire under the intense glare of an angry noonday sun, to reach out and (gasp!) grasp my left buttock and apply some sort of what she must have regarded as an affectionate pinch! ouch! well, such a shocking surprise to my person and my....and my....golly, it just surprised me. my skin color, that had been adopting a much too quickly pinkening hue, instantly reversed itself and turned, once anew, white as that of a sheet! the grins and the laughter of strangers behind us embarassed me. I was more embarassed than the time that I misspelled embaressed. well, I might have expected something like this. walking down to the beach, on a sign prohibiting dogs, drugs, alcohol, and the like....there was no mention of banning...cheeky women..

The hallway creeks with every step
Like a maddening sound of whispering ghosts
I try so hard to be quiet, to be silent
But I can't because this house is so old
They say a murder happened here
An uncle that committed the ultimate sin
Killing his niece and nephew, slicing thier throats
With the glass from a broken bottle of gin
When asked to explain why, he smiled
And told the reporters it was the devils work
That he was just an innocent bystander
That he couldn't control his body as it lurked
But that was twenty years ago
And you can still see the blood stained walls
Sometimes it's as if you still can hear thier screams
Echoing down the forbidden halls
So enter if you boldly dare
There is no certainty of your return
For this house has been condemned to hell
And surely your soul will burn