Halloween Poetry

Halloween evolved for the Celtic holiday of the Samhain. It marked the end of the harvest season. It was also believed to be the day that bridged to the world of the dead.

At this time in history. Often we look to movies and scary costumes, but words can also bring fear. Ghost stories, poetry. Both revealing images in our own imaginations that can be truly frightful.

An example of this is Edgar Allan Poe's - The Raven. Here are a couple excerpts from the poem. But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only.

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing farther then he uttered-not a feather then he fluttered-

Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before -

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before"

Then the bird said "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I,"thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil!-

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-

On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore!"

Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!"

The raven always rapping near a door, constantly saying "Nevermore" The taunting memories of his Lenore. The bird squawking, what seemed to be an endless "Nevermore, Nevermore." The haunting he felt through a raven he called both bird and devil. When never did his morrow come the man sat with the bird at the door beating like a drum. When the time had finally come he lay there still, his soul his only shadow. "Nevermore, Nevermore"

Msulivan wrote these words. Titled -The Darkness.

The darkness comes from deep inside.
It creeps up from out of your dark side.
Gnawing at your flesh by your graveside.
Of a life that you feel lives you mortified.
Creeping death shivers down your spine.
You feel it wrap around, you feel it reassign.
Your screams and visions will all align.
Under the moon they will combine.
The cares and the worries you place on today.
Are replaced by blinding pain in your temple, you have nothing to say.
Your feel all hope go floating away.
Leaving you alone, as your body starts to decay.
You see your life end, but when did it begin?
You fall to your knees as your thoughts go within.
The deepest part of your soul, under your skin.
You see the vision of the bitter end.
You stay alive as the skin and muscle fall from your bones.
You get lightheaded and collapse on your knee bone's.
You feel like you're in an episode of the twilight zone.
All you can do is let out a little moan.
You finally succumb to your fate.
You finally become the desolate.
Roaming the earth as deaths advocate.
Bringing your victims to hells gate.

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/halloween-the-darkness#ixzz3EAfUfZEI
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Both of these poems dark. The men stating death. The questions. Haunted. Foreboding. Their souls in question. Fear. What fear there is in not knowing what lies before us in death. Look to the words stating that death is near. Fear, fear, fear. What may lie so near. This is what captures people as a whole, what it is they don't know. If there were ever something you all fear it's death. And losing what it is that is so dear.

See how the words can make you feel. And whom is to say. That it is movies you should fear.