Holiday

October, My Kinda Place
I can trace the lunacy of the season back to 1974 when the masks came out and one by one we knocked on every door some tricks some treats some smelly feet but, never anything healthy - pLeAsE!
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
Mystery night
A big, Gust of wind blowing through my hair A cold gust, sending chills through my spine As the air gets thicker, the closer I get
By Jennifer lindquistabout a month ago in Poets
Happy Coffee Day!
For the life of me, I can't believe that I forgot today was National Coffee Day! While I'm out getting my free restaurant iced lattes, I want you guys to enjoy this little piece.
By Rain Dayzeabout a month ago in Poets
It's Raining
My world It's raining all over! No snowing There is clover and alfalfa Oh mama left me in September buried in October the next year my sister left me in September buried in October My cancer started in September left on a beautiful day in May They still are tracking to keep me from taking the cancer trip again. I am aging, You have to be tough I was told, it can be rough They are right it can be a fright! Love makes the world go round that is what I have found September is also raining recovery on me the family illness, you see had me, but when I turned 24 on September of 1978 I was all for the beginning of no more jealousy, and sarcasm, or control and manipulation, or staying up all night to see what happened, right? Then in September 1980, I found I had to put down and it turned me around My life changed from chaos to sound beauty and love, and I have been given so much, and the celebration of recovery happens in this month too So, it is a mix of loss and love for me and who else but Halloween and several too who say Boo! Just around the corner in October for me and you.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a month ago in Poets
The Herald
What shall it herald Who will be there to see The coming of the end What might it all be The time is upon us It brings with it the end
By Jason Mortonabout a month ago in Poets
Enter If You Dare
There's a door that opens once a year When the Summer finally lets go It's a wooden door beneath the trees And a new month waits below
By Jason Mortonabout a month ago in Poets
Orange Tinted Skies. Top Story - September 2026.
September died last night, Giving birth to October, Causing me to be curious, As I opened my door. The air has a chillier bite than before,
By Rebecca Pattonabout a month ago in Poets
Zombies
Cold grey skin Cold black eyes Ratted hair Torn up clothes Rotted teeth Chasing humans At a fast pace The frightening sounds you make
By Jennifer lindquistabout a month ago in Poets
Long Weekend
It’s not uncommon to get some snow in October where I’m from, images pass our window as the rose colour sets in. It’s impossible passing by to see inside, impossible not to stare, you can’t help but admire its briefness. I avoid turkey too and everything else that separates dark from light. Sunflower hang their heads, the birds hang around just a little longer, the last day of the long weekend not much to say.
By Gerry Thibeaultabout a month ago in Poets
All the Sweet Things
Here I am with yet another wonderful limerick about my favorite month of the year: October. Please enjoy! 🍂🎃☕ Can you feel it? The crisp breeze in the air? Crunchy leaves that I stomp upon without a care? Warm sweaters and hot apple cider by the mug, But you know what wraps me in a big, comfy hug? Mountains of candy, with plenty to share! 🍂🎃☕ I drool thinking the succulent treats crinkling in the shopping bag. Kit-Kats, Snickers, Peppermint Patties, and Reese's Pumpkins are what I like to snag. Might grab a few bags of Lindt Maple Cremes, Finding popcorn balls is harder than it seems, And no, I don't worry about the price tag! 🍂🎃☕ But you know what's really sweet? Something that truly can't be beat? Giving away my bountiful feast, Sharing with those I hate least, And now, my fall fantasy is complete! 🍂🎃☕
By Rain Dayzeabout a month ago in Poets
The Chair Across From Me
The house keeps the shape of whoever left. I do not say the name. I let the first note do that work. A kick. A snare.
By Overdrive Recordsabout a month ago in Poets
Entering October
October stands before me, I admire its orange tenacity. Lanterns flicker around the mouth shaped door While a brisk autumn breeze raises goosebumps on my skin. I admire its orange tenacity. Gazing up, large spooky eyes gleam While a brisk autumn breeze raises goosebumps on my skin, I wonder what's beyond. Gazing up, large spooky eyes gleam Haunted hallways stretch beneath my feet. I wonder what's beyond So I enter the smile that sings to me. Haunted hallways stretch beneath my feet. The scent of cinnamon fills the air. So I enter the smile that sings to me I hear a witch's laughter there. The scent of cinnamon fills the air While the cauldron before me bubbles. I hear a witch's laughter there. I continue the journey ahead. While the cauldron before me bubbles, Golden leaves drift down from above. I continue the journey ahead. I embrace the time that I love. Golden leaves drift down from above. Lanterns flicker around the mouth-shaped door. I embrace the time that I love. October stands before me.
By Annieabout a month ago in Poets