Scary Halloween Poems `n Posters

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For Halloween I'm Collecting Gothic, Scary Poems and Posters

BOO!! It's the season to scare, be scared and to confess to the thrill of causing a scream!

Party with friends and relatives ~ A costume party ~ Turn down the lights ~ Play scary music ~ Read scary poems ~ Exchange gifts of scary posters ~ Whoever brings/gives the scariest poster wins the plate of Halloween cookies.


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Halloween Poems Are By Emily Dickinson. American Poet 1830 ~ 1886 

Poem titles are created by me for this Halloween fun, unless shown in quotes.


One need not be a Chamber - to be Haunted -
One need not be a House -
The Brain has Corridors - surpassing
Material Place -

Far safer, of a Midnight Meeting
External Ghost
Than its interior Confronting -
That Cooler Host.

Far safer, through an Abbey gallop,
The Stones a'chase -
Than Unarmed, one's a'self encounter -
In lonesome Place -

Ourself behind ourself, concealed -
Should startle most -
Assassin hid in our Apartment
Be Horror's least.

The Body - borrows a Revolver -
He bolts the Door -
O'erlooking a superior spectre -
Or More -

It's Boiling Wheel ~ A Goblin ~ From Dungeon ~ To Gibbet 


'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch,
That nearer, every Day,
Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel
Until the Agony

Toyed coolly with the final inch
Of your delirious Hem -
And you dropt, lost,
When something broke -
And let you from a Dream -

As if a Goblin with a Gauge -
Kept measuring the Hours -
Until you felt your Second
Weigh, helpless, in his Paws -

And not a Sinew - stirred - could help,
And sense was setting numb -
When God - remembered - and the Fiend
Let go, then, Overcome -

As if your Sentence stood - pronounced -
And you were frozen led
From Dungeon's luxury of Doubt
To Gibbets, and the Dead -

And when the Film had stitched your eyes
A Creature gasped "Reprieve"!
Which Anguish was the utterest - then -
To perish, or to live?

Back in Summertime, A Child Asked, "What Time of Year Is Halloween??!!" 


The name - of it - is "Autumn" -
The hue - of it - is Blood -
An Artery - upon the Hill -
A Vein - along the Road -

Great Globules - in the Alleys -
And Oh, the Shower of Stain -
When Winds - upset the Basin -
And spill the Scarlet Rain -

It sprinkles Bonnets - far below -
It gathers ruddy Pools -
Then - eddies like a Rose - away -
Upon Vermilion Wheels -

To make One's Toilette - after Death
Has made the Toilette cool
Of only Taste we cared to please
Is difficult, and still -

That's easier - than Braid the Hair -
And make the Boddice gay -
When Eyes that fondled it are wrenched
By Decalogues - away -

A Prick Or Two? 

"The Blood is more showy than Breath
But cannot dance as well -"

It Was A Dark and Stormy Night 

He fumbles at your Soul
As Players at the Keys
Before they drop full Music on -
He stuns you by Degrees -

Prepares your brittle Nature
For the ethereal Blow
By fainter Hammers - further heard -
Then nearer - Then so - slow -

Your Breath - has time to straighten -
Your Brain - to bubble cool -
Deals One - Imperial Thunderbolt -
That scalps your naked soul -

When Winds take Forests in their Paws -
The Universe - is still -

Unit, like Death, for Whom?

True, like the Tomb,
Who tells no secret
Told to Him --
The Grave is strict --
Tickets admit
Just two - the Bearer -
And the Borne -
And seat - just One -
The Living - tell -
The Dying - but a Syllable -
The Coy Dead - None -
No Chatter - here - no tea -
So Babbler, and Bohea - stay there -
But Gravity - and Expectation - and Fear -
A tremor just, that All's not sure.

It's All In The Punch 

This punch should be served at every Halloween Party

There we were, asleep ~ I thought ~ 

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers -
Untouched my Morning
And untouched by Noon -
Sleep the meek members of the Resurrection -
Rafter of satin,
And Roof of stone.

Light laughs the breeze
In her Castle above them -
Babbles the Bee in a stolid Ear,
Pipe the Sweet Birds in ignorant cadence -
Ah, what sagacity perished here!

Midnight Flight 

"He likes a boggy Acre - " 

What is it? Can you guess?

A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides -
You may have met him - Did you not
His notice sudden is -

The Grass divides as with a Comb -
A spotted shaft is seen,
And then it closes at your Feet
And opens further on -

He likes a Boggy Acre -
A Floor too cool for Corn -
But when a Boy and Barefoot -
I more than once at Noon
Have passed I thought a Whip Lash
Unbraiding in the Sun
When stooping to secure it
It wrinkled And was gone -

Several of Nature's People
I know, and they know me
I feel for them a transport
Of Cordiality --

But never met this Fellow
Attended, or alone
Without a tighter Breathing
And Zero at the Bone.

I Had To Show You These!  

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