Yes, I've actually stopped publishing Halloween Poetry for 2018... but why? Well, it is because I found a soon-to-be mother, really struggling making the ends meet. Like, for real. She is seven months

This crystal ball of ancient blue light speaks a silently fatal language. Let it teach you how to listen. Deadly Crystal Ball || Halloween Special 2018 || Photo by dawnydawny Pixabay (CC0) Originally posted

Your Very Old Neighbor Your neighbors next door screams in a certain way each All Hallows Eve, or, at least, you thought so, until you discovered that they actually weren’t home. So. Who is it then, that

The Cave of Silent Screams Filled with purple-blue death tones; far away from grey skies and green lanes making the mundane seem like a blessing in silver crossed design, the story of secrecy sulks throughout

Since I have this all-time-low resource credit, I choose to combine two of my days and poetry to catch up. Hopefully, I will have enough to post my 11th poem later this evening Tired blood of fake odor

Death’s Call Is the one last drop that we all are afraid of, the one odor of imploding fear that we will never admit to for if we do we will destroy ourselves in our own paradoxes. 👻 Paradox Box || Halloween

Rotten stench of forgotten days Fresh is no longer an option the process is rotten at its feet, dragging along this pale stench of lost breath: May the dead ones close their noses, and the living not be

These Black Candles And a darkened pathway filled with obstacles of fear and illusion until we turn the glow inwards and the atmospheric science will shine through. We are all the same. 🎃 Black Candles

Essence of Halloween Pumpkin carcass soothing essence fills the room sweet smoke of inhaled baked goods. Walls are glowing of tender reflections of sunlight through mysteries of scary night. Make room

Pale Ghost of Reinassance Your pale skin dragged me across the floor, filled me with cold screams and wrenched cringing stains of killed ego on the hallways carpet. Until your hair shone daylight on my

Ambient Darkness! The fireplace can be lit. Darkness fills empty spaces giving softness and tender thought: to lit a candle, in contrast, is gift! Sounds from the sparkling fire fill frozen thoughts with

Enlightened Sorceress. Soft carpets of serene magic, ambiently awaiting for your age-old magic spells, the crusted, almost humming enchantment book knows your every door and window, and where the cracks

Wicked Witch! Your crooked soul speaks of enchantments that make people plea in pale fear, listen! I will not tolerate you torturing my innocent ones! No pale moon makes me weep! I am the power of glowing

This is the work of my 55 Types of Poetry Forms and here I am, number 12 now. This time I've chosen ABC! A poem that has five lines and creates a mood, picture, or feeling. Lines 1 through 4 are made up

Oh my, time has been in speed-mode. I mean, 3 months since last time?? Wow. A lot has happened. I have changed, as life changes us, it has been hard times. Thank you to great and awesome @madevi for always

Hunt Curation once again, this time, it is number #10 <3 Hey all! Back again with yet another Curation and it is such fun cause it is much beautiful poetry to find on Steemit. Poetry is such a beautiful

This is the work of my 55 Types of Poetry Forms and I am at my number 10!!! And not any type of poetry if I could say so myself! I've chosen a poetry type that took me some weeks time to understand: Iambic

55 Types of Poetry Forms is here and number 9 is ready! So this poem is all about The Now - in my opinion the most important thing to master in life. Since I work hard with just that, I think that it's

I want to write this. Into the blockchain. For all to see. For it to always be imprinted and remembered. Because I need to state my voice. I need to be heard. Dear Mother. I love you so much. It took me

In the 55 Types of Poetry Forms I have now chosen my number 8! This one was a bit different and reminded me almost of some real events that I've taken part of as a Sign Language Interpreter - Weddings!