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Damian Murphy Apr 2015
Day turns to night, crowds on the road,
Bonfires ignite, bangers explode.
Fireworks fly high, burst in the air
Dogs bark and cry, smoke everywhere.
Chinese lanterns float way on high
Flicker and burn, light up the sky.
Candle-lit pumpkins that terrorise
With wicked grins and evil eyes.
Cobwebs, spiders, vampires and bats
Ghosts and monsters, witches black cats,
Skeletons skulls, crosses, tomb stones
Look wonderful haunting most homes.

Children galore take to the street
Knock on each door, play trick or treat
Costumes vary, monsters and such
Some quite scary, some not so much
Bags big and small, buckets or tins,
Carried by all to keep treats in.
Getting goodies at every door,
Bars and lollies and so much more;
Monkey nuts, gum, fruit and sweets too  
Money from some, a coin or two.
Kids excited, loving it all,
Each delighted with their own haul.

Halloween treats like colcannon,
Barmbracks with a ring in each one,
Traditional games for everyone,
Snap apple great Halloween fun.
Scary stories of days gone by,
Horror movies to terrify,
Howls and screams, nervous laughter,
Many bad dreams for weeks after.
There is no other night like Halloween,
People more frightened than they've ever been.
A great occasion for young and old,
Cannot wait for the next one, truth be told.
Happy Halloween to all #poets and #dreamers everywhere >:)
oni Oct 2015
youll learn to
respect
the demons
you share
this earth with
when you realize
that some of them
reside within you
Trevon Haywood Oct 2015
Be silent in that solitude.
Which is not loneliness-for then.
The spirits of the dead, who stood.
In life before thee, are again.
In death around thee, and their will.
Shall overshadow thee; be still.

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849).
Poem for Halloween.
Silence Screamz Oct 2015
Seething through the broken night
Shush the moment brought to light

The whispers heard by crying sound
as footprints cross the solemn ground

Gates passed through to Bachelor's Grove
Eyes of cold and constant flows

She haunts your thoughts and every step
Shivering spine with goose bumps left

Ghostly figures at night time stray
Orbs on  film can't look away

Look right through the fields of stone
Aged with time and weathered tone

Shoulders tapped with haunted thought
The air was empty, your mind is caught

Turned around with no one there
Hallow's Eve with more to scare

Visions of past and Chicago's dead
Rise on up through blackened thread

Screams of terror and morbid sins
Stopped in tracks, they're gone again

Reach the gate of rusted steel
Fallen down on deadly keel

Out of the depths of the spirit's trove
Passed through the gates of Bachelor's Grove
a little Halloween themed piece about Bachelor's Grove cemetery in Chicago, a really haunting experience
Sam Hain Oct 2015
The alcoholic spirit,
   When by it I'm possessed,
Makes me crazy, (or near it),
   And often much depressed;

But the good spirit Mary
   (Belovèd Mary Jane!)
Is Alcohol's contrary:
   She makes me peaceful and sane.

O.O
Purple Rain Oct 2015
Chapter 1, 2, and 3
what would it take to get rid of you
And set me free
Chapter 2 and 3
nothing can get rid the killers I see

Chapter 4
Christ,
I'm In a place where I rather not be,
I lost sight of mind,
This life is beyond the open sea,
I tried to escape,
But my spirit is never set free
Christ,
I beg and plead,
If I were to die
promise to rescue me?
I don't see my own shadow anymore,
With life you never know what's in store
Every day it rains even more
Chills send down my spine
this place is war
Shannon Rose Aug 2015
Take me down
The leaves grow upside down
Where the breathe leaves a puff
The drinks soothe me
And my scattering mind is at ease

Down in New Orleans
The ghosts and queens of spirits that fill the shadow
Stand by and you will see: swamplands where the spirits will rise

Listen as the willow weeps its blues on to your shoulder
The humidity sweat drips on your head as a droplet of chaos
The buzzing as a shock in silence of noise to distract the pain

Noise fills the empty caves and hollow trunks hold the empty souls
Behind your head is a dancing spirit
One drinking
Another dancing
Another smoking
Many partying

Many suffering
Unreleased from ties and pain
The pain many are tied to down in New Orleans
- inspired by 'bound'
aniket nikhade Aug 2015
Reach out for the stars high up above in the sky
Reach out for your dreams all of those which you have prior seen.

Never did it happen before
Nor will it happen again
The dreams which were yours
The one’s which you came across
Never will it happen that the same will be yours all over again
A dream comes once in a while
You never get a chance to dream about the same all over again in your dreams
Dreams and imagination are different from each other
As different as chalk is from cheese.

So,
As long as you are living and alive
As long as you live
The life that which you live, live your life to the best of your spirit and imagination
No one knows what will happen next
No one knows what will happen in the future
No one knows what will take place at the next turn
Life has always remained unpredictable
So keeping the future at bay
Make sure that as and when you go to sleep
Don't forget to dream
Smile upon all happenings of the day that passed by
Say hello to your sleep, which is waiting to take place
When all this is going on in your mind before you go to sleep
Make sure you don't forget to dream in your sleep.

As long as you dream in your life
Whenever you dream
Always be sure in your mind
You will always follow your dreams all along the way in your life.

Always dream, but make sure that life and dreams are two different things
In life it never happens that all of your dreams come true
So not seldom, but as often as it may be possible
Always make sure that you work in the direction of your dreams
Since dreams are part of your life
Try to achieve them
In doing so, you try to achieve the impossible
When you are doing something like this, definitely the future will reciprocate accordingly
So always dream
Even when you know that dreams don't come true
Still always dream
Dream about something when you are about to go to sleep
Good night and sweet dreams.
GaryFairy Jul 2015
i can feel spirits of tortured souls
they can crawl right up my spine
they won't let me let the horror go
their suffering is all mine

i can hear voices of murdered dreams
like a ringing in my ears
i ask god why i'm serving screams
i ask why i'm herding fears

i see fingerprints of ****** grips
crimson smudges paint my wall
i write down their troubled scripts
every time those spirits call

audio recording
https://soundcloud.com/gary-loftis/spirits-of-empathys-burden

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I felt a need to repost this because a lot of my poems are well received, but this didn't get much attention. I feel like this fits a lot of poets, and why we write.
Poetic T Jul 2015
It ran between both realms each was a track
One of darkness, One of light.
Every soul waited on the verge,
A precipice of the fallen waited
Purgatory was for those unable to wait
Descending
Plunging
Ebbing
In to the ether, as if drowning in nothing
Then gone. They still waited as the train  
Pulled in, First class was the light, pristine
Setting classical music reverberated
With delicate tones.
Second class, dilapidated seats standing
Were most as so many to fit in.
Some rode on top, not knowing the dangers as
Reapers like crows flew above, food
For the cloak, all were game as they
picked bone teeth.
The Soul train was never on time,

"Tickets please,

The conductor bellowed out,
That feather given at last heartbeat,
But some lost in that terminal moment.
Out in to the wilds where all manner of
Super naturals waited.
Hell hounds ripping souls like tissue paper
No longer at peace, but pieces ingested a worst fate,
Feral angels, thoughts of help, absorbing there souls
More consumed the more insane they fell.

"Last stop, seats please,

Was spoken out, as each carriage dethatched,
First class was engulfed in an ether of light, gently
Stopping caressed by clouds of white.
Second class was jolted as engulfed by brimstone
Flame, screams were swallowed as the carriage
Exploded and all souls were caged in eternal flame.
The soul train will ride again, which carriage
Will you ride, depends on the toils of your life.
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