meloostraightfromhertilt-a-world

      Poet's Home             All Poetry       Sign Up!  Login
© 2000-2019 Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.   318228 Poems Read.

Search for Poetry

   


Read Poetry
cat speech

The Little Bird Said

A Start Again...(I Green-Dreamed Again Last Night)

two out of three people

Lonesome Love



All The Changing....

Nameless

Night Train

Some Children Have Nightmares (tentative title)

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

A Dog Should Have His Tail...

Enough to Clear The Clouds Away 4/13/2019

Checking Out

Devious

Hope Is Sometimes The Best Of All You've Got (definition poem)

Last Night

Someone Send Out A Search Party

Crows...writing exercise in honor of April /National Poetry month

Words

Only The Choice To Be

When People Go

The Day You Left (Words From A Half-Remembered Dream)

Wake Wake Wake

It Is In The Rain

Dream Goblins Of The Night

Wake And Remember

Unwelcomed Like So Much Unfinished Business

In March (Finally, Spring 2016)

All For Algernon

Weak In The Knees

The Finisher's Song

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

More Poetry >>

 
Features

  Sign Guestbook

Read Guestbook

 
   

Small Groupings To Read on All Hallowed Eve


She was
good with make-up.
Spooky monster,
pumpkin-warm red
filled with
blood-fanged fire.



After dark
Vampires
Trick or Treat
with teeth.
Would you like
someone to eat?

Orange Eve.
I burn for you.
Together we celebrate skin
in day-glow October,
silent but for this sound-
moaning.

Ask the blue Autumn Ghoul
which way the wind howls.
He will tell you:
It runs, rustles
like a shrieking partyful
of bats.


This is just for fun, so have some fun while reading it.
Refrigerator magnet poem experimentation
October 2002 Copyright, All Rights Reserved By This Author
Melissa A Howells   Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World...you were
perhaps, thinking...some place else?


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS WORK, FOR THIS SITE TITLE BY THIS AUTHOR





Vote for this poem

Please Comment On This Poem

Comments

 Email Address

 

Vote for this poem