Holidays Poems (355)

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

The city i blame the city every corner i turn they all look the same right back where i started the city i blame the selfish ones that win the helpless ones in flight the lonely ones who lost the fight the city i blame walking around this town keeping me feet on the ground turning a blind eye but every corner i turn walking away but i could never get away the city i blame

Tomorrow is Halloween so come on folks
lets have some spooky, scary or humorous poems
theme is Halloween
join in the fun

Sleigh bells tinkling in the wind
thunder of the reindeer's hooves
as they climb up high into the sky
it's Christmas eve and all is quiet

Colourful fairy lights are glinting
pale starlight pointing out the way
snow sparkling like diamond flakes
trees lit up and dressed with baubles

Such a wondrous hush blankets all sound
as if the world is paused on bated breath
waiting for the birth of that special child
for this is the true meaning of this night

Not presents, or stuffing oneself with food
and drinking a fair few tots of this and that
if you believe or not, take time to remember
this day is not about every day pleasures

Worship the true spirit of Christmas
it will enrich you in your daily strife
return if you can to the wonder of a child
as down the stairs they run and stop short

Their eyes on beanstalks as they espy
presents piled up high under the tree
so this Christmas pause and reflect
and remember the real purpose of this day

It was build by the government
It is a metal cube 25 by 25 by 25 rooms
Each room is about 12 feet by 12 feet by 12 feet
You wake up in this thing not knowing how you got there
You try to get out before you starve as there is no food or drink
Some rooms are safe
Others are not
Some rooms will dice you up
Some rooms have acid that will spray at you
Others have spikes that will go through you
Most rooms traps are triggered by movement
Some are triggered by sound
You better have a boot and a long string to test the rooms
Before you enter them
Why would the government build this monster of metal?
Why does the government do a lot of things it does?
Your tax dollars hard at work
Hardly!

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.

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

Birthdays come and go at times it
seems without even being represented.
Therefore i wanted to take this
time to say may this one bring
you joy like you have never seen.
May all your dreams come true for
you and the family too.
For you have always inspired my
family in a way that gets us
through the days.
May this celebration be one of
contentment and possitivity.
I leave you with this my sister
may all your doors you knock on
be opened up.
May all your days be days be
filled with joy.
May God continue to be by your
side as he is your guide.

I saw you one night,
thought it was the real you,
it doesn't matter now
either way I'm still alone...

Then we touched palms,
each of us gave
a sensual map of our world,
clasping to the end of time...

The ensuing darkness,
you were the rabbit at the dog track,
elusive and deceptive
running around in circles...

Sleep only teases,
flame of unlit candle,
surreal dreams of love
became a matchstick dipped in water...

To survive, I said "I love you."
you said, "I love you too."
Perhaps just a culling song,
the deadliest of lullabies...

Separated by the hours of darkness,
the ceiling becomes the pale sky,
you milked the moonless night,
I became the crow fettered in rain...

Wordless and timeless the death of daylight,
thrown into an existence of love,
all with the ambiguity of Kirkegaard,
two saddled horses taken to a dry pond...

In this chapter of life and love,
you killed the romantic hero,
in the very first pages,
the destruction of I and thou...

There once was a love poem,
before the grass grew brown and withered,
the longing has not diminished,
just flowers and rainbows mixed with blackened storm clouds...

A mother is there for you
to lift you up.
A mother is there for you
in time of need.
A mother is there for you
in happy and sad times.
A mother is there for you
to rejoice in all you do.
A mother is there for you
no matter what you say.
A mother is there for you
each and every day.
A mother is there for you
a. l. w. a. y. s.
A mother will not leave your
side she is your guide.
A mother may not be blood bonded
yet one you chose for your own.
A mother of chose not by birth.
A mother so special God chose
her to be there for you.
May you look to God to say
thank you father for giving
me a mother like thee.