This Is Halloween – A Spooky, Scary Children’s Poem For Halloween


This Is Halloween – A Spooky, Scary Children’s Poem For Halloween

Upon the strike of midnight
Corpses stir in their graves.
A smoke-like mist hangs in the air of night,
And invisible hands creak open cemetery gates.

Children asleep in beds,
Tummies full from bags filled with tasty treats.
But approaching through the streets are the undead
With hearts that no longer beat.

Skylines show silhouettes
Of ancient women flying, perched upon wooden brooms.
Searching, smelling with hooked noses where they can get
Fresh children to snatch from their rooms.

Don’t pet the family kitty.
Tonight she may be a witches’ cat.
Oh, she may normally be nice and pretty,
But tonight she’s likely to attack.

Ghosts hover above bed posts,
Sucking youthful life while youngsters dream.
Delighting in the feast of their hosts
Until all that’s left is a blood-curdling scream.

Dracula awakes beneath his coffin,
Hungry for young and tasty blood of red.
Grins as he sharpens his teeth to pierce smooth, soft skin
From easy prey asleep in beds.

As the full moon appears behind pale, grey clouds
Men transform in the night.
Werewolves howl horrifying sounds,
As claws emerge from skin under moonlight.

And do not forget the skeletons,
Whose bones and rib cages rattle as they walk.
Empty eye sockets look upon daughters and sons,
Hiding in the closets of houses on silent blocks.

So don’t close your eyes, sleepy child.
Be alert. Be ready for spooky, scary things.
That sound you heard was not your imagination gone wild,
For this is Halloween.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

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…And Then the Rains Came – A Poem


“…And Then the Rains Came”

…And then the rains came,
Marching and tearing up the dirt paved streets
Like a herd of elephants trampling everything in its path.
Brighter lightning had never flashed,
Nor had louder thunder ever crashed.
The storm’s wake devoured and digested the sun,
Swallowing and submerging it under its pitch black waters.
The winds bellowed out in mournful shrieks –
Haunted souls swimming through the sky’s sea of terror,
Shaking the trees like schools of grouper propelling through seaweed;
Ghouls that preyed upon the churchyard
Where the deeds had been done.
We clung to our homes like frightened mothers clutching their children,
Terrified that they’d be snatched away by invisible forces.
Our guilt stunk with the stench of a thousand corpses
Rotting under the summer sun,
Tracking the storm to us,
Trailing like ravenous blood hounds on a chase
Wanting nothing more than to sink its teeth
Into our souls and taste vengeance.
But deep inside we all knew that the ghastly terror was justified –
The smell of burning flesh still hung over our picture perfect town,
The screams that shrieked loud enough to blow back the flames
Were etched and tattooed on our brains.
The hallowed tornado of justice ripped the saintly clothes off our backs.
We stood stark naked, unveiled as the sinners we were.
…And then the rains came.

-Poem Written By Justin Farley

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