HOLIDAYS
HOLIDAYS
Start thinking about your Halloween Party and get your invites haunting with some blood curtling poems! If you're like me, you're probably already worrying about what to dress up as, and you're probably already planning your party.
Whether you're creating a haunted house, or a Harry Potter-themed Halloween celebration with trolls, headless ghosts, and pumpkin juice...you'll need good invitations. Give your friends and family something scary to look forward to with invitations filled with ghostly Halloween poems:
I dare you all to go into
Where squiggly things with yellow eyes
Peek past the wormy window sill.
We’ll creep into the moonlit yard,
Where weeds reach out like fingers,
And through the rotted old front door
A-squeakin’ on its hinges,
Down the dark and whisperin’ hall,
Past to musty study,
Up the windin’ staircase
‘t step on the step that’s bloody
the secret panel
To the bedroom where we’ll slide in
To the ragged cobweb dusty bed
Ten people must have died in.
And the bats will screech,
And the thunder will crash
Like a horrible dream,
And we’ll sing with the zombies
And dance with the dead,
And howl at the ghost
With an axe in his head,
And—come to think of it what do you say,
We go get some ice cream instead?
Skeletons, spirits and haunts.
It’s a Halloween sale:
A nickel a pail
For skeletons, spirits and haunts.
Skeletons, spirits and haunts,
More than anyone wants.
Will you pay for a shock,
‘Cause we are quite overstocked
On skeletons, spirits and haunts
And carves out the round stemmed lid,
The hole of which allows the hand to go
In to pull the gooey mess inside, out -
The walls scooped clean with a spoon.
A grim design decided on, that afternoon,
The eyes are the first to go,
Isosceles or trapezoid, the square nose,
The down-turned mouth with three
Hideous teeth and, sometimes,
Round ears. At dusk it's
Lighted, the room behind it dark.
Outside, looking in, it looks like a
Pumpkin, it looks like ripeness
Is all. Kids come, beckoned by
Fingers of shadows on leaf-strewn lawns
To trick or treat. Standing at the open
Door, the sculptor, a warlock, drops
Penny candies into their bags, knowing
The message of winter: only the children,
Pretending to be ghosts, are real.
In the poisones entrails throw.
Toad,that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Sweated venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first in the charmed pot.
Double,double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
"There are three things I have learned to never discuss with people: religion, politics, and The Great Pumpkin." -- Linus Van Pelt, It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown
"I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion." -- Henry David Thoreau
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