Evergreen
The old-growth pines Are slowly letting go Brittle needles fall Orange-tinged below Where pinecones sprout Evergreen The wind’s a mix Of pine and gasoline A chainsaw hums In the distance
Category: Poetry
HO HO HELLO
The ghosts float around The haunted house As the black cat chases The possessed mouse Up in the attic Where the bloodsucking bats fly Spiders plot revenge On their next victim to die The jack o’ lantern glows Though no candle is lit Casting shadows on one Who just doesn’t fit He’s jolly and fat… Read More HO HO HELLO
Candy-Coated
“Take a big biteWon’t you, please?It’s from a healthy tree,Free of disease.”The shiny appleFor sale on a stickEnticed their tonguesTo take a lickBut the caramel appleHad secrets to hideIts flesh was rottenTo the core inside*Buyer bewareOf candy-coated lies*
Whispers
Words drop from lips Like leaves to the ground Colorful, textured Sounds Fall, falling, fallen Whispers Lost sentiments Of the season
Old Bones
The old bones creaked They popped and locked From deep in the ground Knobby knees knocked Beneath the dirt In their gravel graves To walk once more Is what the old bones craved To dance together On ivory feet With a clickety-clack They crossed the street Aglow from moonlight On this hallowed eve They haunted… Read More Old Bones
Spooksville
It’s a spooky time in Spooksville This time every year There are many spooky tales That surely you will hear About pumpkins and colored corn Grown in the haunted field Their orange skins and yellow husks Oddly, already peeled As the bony ravens feed On kernels of chaos The skeletal mice scurry Deep beneath the… Read More Spooksville
Freddy the Fly
Freddy the fly Stole the show As politicians bragged About what they know He made his landing On Mike Pence’s head And stayed so long He appeared to be dead But after two minutes And a few seconds more He flew to find Another head to explore
The Wicked Wick
It started as a flicker A barely visible flame It kept on growing Until never the same A hellfire now burned Atop the candlestick Beads of deep crimson Dripped from the wicked wick Hotter and hotter The wicked wick burned Faster and faster It twisted and turned Sinister faces In its plumes of smoke With… Read More The Wicked Wick
October
It tiptoes in On summer sandals Over retreating tides Down leave-clogged channels October teases Of treats to come It tricks us whether Fall has begun But it cannot hide The chill in its air Or the game it plays Called Truth or Dare
Birth
She’s falling faster Day by day I beg the sun, “Please, can’t you stay? You make the day Warm and bright You’re the best defense For the darkest night.” With a slight smile She needed no words I knew her answer I knew she’d heard As I watched her fall Behind the earth I knew… Read More Birth
Jessica M. Collette 
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