Thread: Awesome Halloween Poem

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I read this poem tonight while looking at websites for ideas. Pumpkinrot is not a member here to my knowledge but his props are legendary. He apparently is very talented in more than one way. I don't know why, but this poem really moved me and I felt like sharing.

The Halloween Poem by Rot
from PUMPKINROT.COM: What’s Brewing by Rot

He ran out of work and rushed to the store.
Then sped to his home and shot through his door.

With pumpkins and candy and black cardboard cats.
With cornstalks and devils and tiny witch hats.

He strung purple lights and soft orange crepe.
He hung paper bats with two-sided tape.

He gutted the pumpkins, the best in the bin.
He stabbed each some eyes, a nose, and a grin.

He rushed to the lawn – The Front Yard of Fear.
And set up his zombies he built through the year.

He constructed his graveyard with tombstones of foam,
And placed a cloth ghost in its gloomy crypt home.

He dressed his new scarecrow with a hat and a coat,
And staked in a post for a sign that he wrote:

Beware Ye!
Go Back!
Not Safe!

He laughed a small laugh and smiled with pride.
Then scattered some leaves and ran back inside.

He heated up cider and warmed up some pie.
He colored white frosting with goblin-green dye.

He filled giant bowls with popcorn and treats,
Toffee and chocolates and soft sugared sweets.

He changed from his suit and slicked back his hair.
He donned a black cloak and sat in his chair.

He popped in his fangs and gave them a bite.
Then smiled sharp teeth and waited for night.

Now that his planning and hard work was done,
He listened for sounds of laughter and fun!

He imagined kids running in white ghostly sheets.
Hobos and monsters on shadowy streets!

With masks made of plastic and rubber and paint.
He thought he heard children distant and faint!

He pictured their parents, excited and proud,
Escorting small creatures, eager and loud!

They’d spot his great house, then gather and flock.
They’d block up the street and clog up the block!

They’d line up for hours for a look and a treat.
He thought he heard sounds of scurrying feet!

It was only dry leaves swept along by the wind.
He breathed out a sigh, his proud smile thinned.

His dreams and his hopes of Halloween fame
Blew away with the leaves. Nobody came.

oh, that is so sad. let's keep halloween alive. i knew an eldely gentleman, he really went all out for halloween and christmas. he said that was a day he could count on for interaction with people. all his friends were gone and so he really looked forward to this. one year someone cut his light cords, [some dirty rat] i felt so bad for him. so i bought him some after halloween stuff on sale. he decided to not decorate anymore. so when Christmas came he put nothing out. so i wrapped what i had bought him and put on his porch with a note, you have been a very good boy this year, santa. oh, and i bet someones not getting any presents this year. he decorated the next year. he's passed away now, so let's keep halloween alive

What you did for your elderly neighbor, and it worked !
Lovely poem too!

love that poem (was getting a visual), until it got to the last 2 lines..so sad.
thanx for sharing.

Thanks for sharing, Tumblindice. Let's all hope it doesn't get to that

Hallorenescene, that's very sweet what you did for your neighbor; too bad more people aren't as caring.

That was a lovely poem. I was getting that warm, fuzzy feeling and wonderful images until the sadness cut through like a knife. Let's all hope that doesn't happen to us. It is a good poem. Thanks for sharing Rot's work with us.

Hallorenescene, wonderful gift to your neighbor. I'm sure he knew that someone out there cared about him.

Nice poem!
I hope that never happens at my house!
Thanks!

That is SO sad! As posted previously, we have to work hard to keep Halloween alive.

Awesome poem. Thanks for sharing it.

Thank you for sharing this. I think we all have a small amount of fear that this could happen.i know i am the only house on my block that decorates. but i am not giving up.