When the candles in the pumpkins have melted And the gourds themselves have rotted And the candy wrappers have been tossed aside
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout 22 hours ago in Poets
when i leave his heart behind there will be ashes where i stood embers glow, still amber like the fiery mood quiet scars still burning in the dark
By ⸘jason alan‽a day ago in Poets
Haunting Gorey Frightening sounds of terror People screaming as they try to find their way out But each room darker and scarier then the next
By Jennifer lindquist2 days ago in Poets
There is a strange type of beauty In the crisp, encroaching cold Of Autumn, Just as there is A beauty in the seeping warmth
By Jennisea Standing Rock3 days ago in Poets
Woke up this morning to the tenth month. Lively overjoyed on this fall day. The sheer contentment and the joy it brings me last all day.
By Joe Patterson8 days ago in Poets
Masks and costumes, Old Traditions. Candies and parties And superstitions. Witches and warlocks, Conjuring Magicians Ghosts of old pasts,
By Jebus! 11 days ago in Poets
wicked rode the wind the day the crows circled the cornfield out where shadows bend and evil deeds have been concealed *
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden13 days ago in Poets
Colourful leaves, hazy orange skies, A cool autumn breeze, warm apple pies, The smell of the harvest, a glistening frost,
By Dylan 14 days ago in Poets
If the 𝙲ටට𝙻, crisp bite of an A̴UƬUMN night and the smell of fresh-fallen 𝙻𝙴A̴√𝙴Ꮥ make your Ⱨ𝙴A̴ⱤƬᏕƬⱤINᎶᏕ long for the comfort of ⱧටM𝙴 and the memories of childhood ᗪⱤ𝙴A̴MᏕ Then come on down to ට𝙲ƬටB𝙴Ɽ ƬටWN where it’s A̴UƬUMN twelve months a year where a 𝙵𝙴ᏕƬI√𝙴 theme of ⱧA̴𝙻𝙻ටW𝙴𝙴N brings 𝙵A̴MI𝙻𝚈 𝙵UN and good 𝙲Ⱨ𝙴𝙴Ɽ Enjoy ⱧA̴𝚈ⱤA̴𝙲𝙺 ⱤIᗪ𝙴Ꮥ and warm A̴ᎮᎮ𝙻𝙴 ᎮI𝙴 ride a float in a ⱧටM𝙴𝙲ටMINᎶ ᎮA̴ⱤA̴ᗪ𝙴 carve out a pattern in your own لA̴𝙲𝙺-ට’-𝙻A̴NƬ𝙴ⱤN and get lost in a ⱧA̴UNƬ𝙴ᗪ 𝙲ටⱤN ᘻA̴ᘔ𝙴 You can ƬⱤI𝙲𝙺-ටⱤ-ƬⱤ𝙴A̴Ƭ down every street win buckets of 𝙲A̴Nᗪ𝚈 and ᎮⱤIᘔ𝙴Ꮥ you can ᗪA̴N𝙲𝙴 and Ꭾ𝙻A̴𝚈 no matter your age and dress in ᏕᎮO҉O҉𝙺𝚈 disguises Try BටBBINᎶ for A̴ᎮᎮ𝙻𝙴Ꮥ at a ᘺIƬ𝙲Ⱨ’Ꮥ 𝙲A̴ᏕƬ𝙻𝙴 or Ꮥ𝚀UA̴Ɽ𝙴 ᗪA̴N𝙲𝙴 with friendly Ꮥ𝙲A̴Ɽ𝙴𝙲ⱤටWᏕ or play ⱧIᗪ𝙴-and-Ꮥ𝙴𝙴𝙺 in big ᎮI𝙻𝙴Ꮥ of 𝙻𝙴A̴√𝙴Ꮥ with cute, furry ᘻටNᏕƬ𝙴ⱤᏕ and ᎶⱧටᏕƬᏕ When day turns to NIGᕼƬ take a ᘻටටN𝙻IƬ ⱧI𝙺𝙴 down to the ᎮUMᎮ𝙺IN ᎮA̴Ƭ𝙲Ⱨ ƬⱤA̴I𝙻 toast Ꮥ’MටⱤ𝙴Ꮥ and sip 𝙲Iᗪ𝙴Ɽ beside a warm BටN𝙵IⱤ𝙴 and listen to Ꮥ𝙲A̴Ɽ𝚈 ᎶⱧටᏕƬ ƬA̴𝙻𝙴Ꮥ ᏕNUᎶᎶ𝙻𝙴 in tight beneath a ᏕƬA̴ⱤⱤ𝚈 NIᎶⱧƬ come one, come all, ᎶA̴ƬⱧ𝙴Ɽ ‘ⱤටUNᗪ when you’re here, you are ⱧටM𝙴 and never alone Welcome to ට𝙲ƬටB𝙴Ɽ ƬටWN!
By 𝐑𝐌𝐒16 days ago in Poets
March is the viewing room in the funeral home the scent of white lily sprays and regret waft along chestnut walls. Hovering over saints on prayer cards,
By John R. Godwin17 days ago in Poets
October exists inside of me It is my month, my term, my reign - You all crawl into my jagged smile Float on my stringy guts
By Jada Ferguson17 days ago in Poets
A cold breeze billows through the bare trees Yellow and orange leaves line the streets Everyone carries bag of treats Joy rings through the air
By Carol Cassada17 days ago in Poets
