My Favorite Halloween Poems

My Favorite Halloween Poems

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Tee hee hee, it’s only my favorite season of the year! Meh to winter, spring, and summer–autumn is my time.

I delight in the cooling temperatures, pursuing the aisles for everything black and orange. In the wintertime, I like to listen to carols but for Halloween, I love to fall into the rhymes of a spooky verse.

All Souls’ Night, 1917
Hortense King Flexner

You heap the logs and try to fill
The little room with words and cheer,
But silent feet are on the hill,
Across the window veiled eyes peer.
The hosts of lovers, young in death,
Go seeking down the world to-night,
Remembering faces, warmth and breath—
And they shall seek till it is light.
Then let the white-flaked logs burn low,
Lest those who drift before the storm
See gladness on our hearth and know
There is no flame can make them warm.

I love how these verses evoke the somberness of season with a concise eloquence. It doesn’t take several stanzas to build such a mood–it’s present from the first line.

Theme in Yellow
Carl Sandburg

I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;
I am a jack-o’-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know
I am fooling.

Who isn’t transported their grandpa’s farm in the heart of October? This poem is rich with imagery.

Dusk in Autumn
Sara Teasdale

The moon is like a scimitar,
A little silver scimitar,
A-drifting down the sky.
And near beside it is a star,
A timid twinkling golden star,
That watches likes an eye.

And thro’ the nursery window-pane
The witches have a fire again,
Just like the ones we make,—
And now I know they’re having tea,
I wish they’d give a cup to me,
With witches’ currant cake.

I love the story within, this reminds me of a Halloween poem that you would find on a vintage postcard.

I do hope that these poems get you into the spirit ❤ I tend to have a theme with my favorites. I prefer poems that short and snappy, that don’t require intense buildup. It’s easy for me to be distracted, but all three of these poems suck me into their eerie worlds.

Sweet Halloween Tidings

Credit:

Poems found on poets.org

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Fighting My Fear of Creativity

Fighting My Fear of Creativity

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I’ve chosen to take the plunge and self-publish a collection of poems that I’ve been working on. However, I’ve been terrified since I decided to do this. Panic sits in the center of my chest whenever I ponder the thought, and my breaking becomes shallow.

I’m fighting with myself hard, because I just want to hide. I never feel like my creativity is worth it, I never believe that anyone would want to read anything I’ve written. My reasoning for self-publishing isn’t even to be successful, or to have anything amazing come out of it. I just want to prove to myself that I can finish my creative projects. I always sabotage myself when I’m about to finish a creative project–I just can’t shake the worthlessness. I think my reasoning for self-publishing is reasonable, it isn’t based on anything outlandish. It’s a personal reason too (which I think is wise) so there isn’t any reason to “fail” aside from not doing it at all.

But I am so scared, I think because if one person were to buy the book and they hated it, I’d feel so crushed by it. I’m always scared about what others think, even now I’m hyperventilating in my room, just thinking about the thought of self-publishing. I am so ridiculous! So many books get published every month, no one would even see my stuff…but I am still terrified.

Excuse me while I go hide under the covers *_____*

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