Larry Sells, one of the participants in this year’s Halloween Poem contest, has provided us with a wonderful Thanksgiving poem. I decided to publish it here on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’ as a guest post. Thank you very much, Larry.
Food on the table.
Words of love enter hearts.
Hugs give support.
Tears of joy are wiped
off with love. Families
grow and get smaller.
Love becomes a tradition.
Love is more important
than what’s on the table.
The hugs, kisses, warm people’s
hearts and souls. Gratitude gets shared.
Peace joins us all; one person at a time.
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This Halloween Poem is published on behalf of Larry sells and is not part of the Halloween Poem Contest, since Larry has already participated with another poem. But I like it very much and couldn’t resist to publish it with Larry’s permission. (Please be kind and respect Larry’s copyright!)
The wind bites flesh with invisible fangs.
Blood flows making vampires hungry. They
Swope on their human prey sinking their
long fangs into their bare throats. Adults
and children scream their fear as they die
on the streets and sidewalks. The werewolves
won’t be denied, for they smell the blood flowing
from the victims onto the ground. A multitude
of howls fills the night announcing the arrival
of the werewolves. The crunching of bones
and the sounds of lapping of blood
from the streets, sidewalks, and grounds spread fear
among the people who were handing out candy
away from the doors and windows. They called the police
and watch their heroes eaten before their eyes. Blood soaked
torn uniforms littered the streets. Tears fill candy bowls
as hope dissolves as vampires and werewolves enter homes
to quench their growing appetite. Then, the moon turns
the color of silver announcing the end of the slaughter.
A black hole opens taking all of the werewolves and vampires.
The bodies turn to ashes and the wind blows them away.
Thank you very much to the poet, Larry Sells.