By Richard Brautigan
I saw thousands of pumpkins last night
come floating in on the tide,
bumping up against the rocks and
rolling…
come floating in on the tide,
bumping up against the rocks and
rolling…
Explore Poems: Halloween
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- By Felicia Dorothea HemansSee’st thou yon gray gleaming hall,
Where the deep elm-shadows fall?
Voices that have left the earth
… - By Lindsay TurnerSome yellow sunflowers open down the street,
A ladder is open beneath someone’s apple tree.
Beneath … - By Karyna McGlynn& Memphis is out in Full Fang!
Skeletons skip down our pitted streets.
Whole families with matching hobo… - By W. S. Di PieroThey’re gathering now
cone-head ghouls Spider-Man
fly-by-nighters’ burnt-cork cheeks
flailed sheets… - By Stacy SzymaszekI saw this day coming class would end and it would be night
time to attach bike lights tonight I lit… - By Darren SardelliOur grandma kissed a pumpkin
on a Friday afternoon.
She also kissed a crayon
and a giant red balloon… - By Craig Santos PerezDarkness spills across the sky like an oil plume.
The moon reflects bleached coral. Tonight, let us
… - By Edgar Allan PoeOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume… - By Kenn NesbittWe’re having a Halloween party at school.
I’m dressed up like Dracula. Man, I look cool!
I dyed my hair… - By Louise ErdrichYou knew I was coming for you, little one,
when the kettle jumped into the fire.
Towels flapped on the… - By William ShakespeareDouble, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron… - By Michael WatersThat Halloween I wore your wedding dress,
our children spooked & wouldn’t speak for days.
I’d razored… - By Maurice Kilwein GuevaraTonight I light the candles of my eyes in the lee
And swing down this branch full of red leaves.
Yellow… - By Samuel Taylor ColeridgePART I
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and glittering… - By Louise GlückEven now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields… - By Nancy PriceThe ghost is a torn sheet,
the skeleton’s suit came from a rack in a store
the witch is flameproof, … - By Dorothea TanningBe perfect, make it otherwise.
Yesterday is torn in shreds.
Lightning’s thousand sulfur eyes
Rip apart… - By Edgar Allan PoeBy a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black… - By Carl SandburgI spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters…