Jump to content
Poetry Magnum Opus

Search the Community

Showing results for tags 'halloween'.

  • Search By Tags

    Type tags separated by commas.
  • Search By Author

Content Type


  • Tinker's Blog
  • PMO Members' Promotional Blog
  • General Discussion Blog


  • Members' Poetry
    • Showcase
    • Showcase (overflow)
    • Workshop
    • Playground
    • Longer Works
    • Promotions
    • Archive
  • Reference Section
    • Tools
    • Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry
    • Misc. Reference Material
  • Special Interest
    • World Poetry
    • PMO Audio
  • Prose
    • The Prose Forum
  • Reading
    • A Poem I Read Today
    • Favorite Poets
  • General
    • General Discussion
    • Literary Discussion
    • Articles
  • Art
    • Art - General Discussion
    • Photography, Drawing, and Painting
  • Welcome
    • Site Welcome, Philosophy, and Rules
  • PMO Community Matters ***MEMBERS ONLY***'s Feature Requests
  • PMO Community Matters ***MEMBERS ONLY***'s Special Requests
  • PMO Community Matters ***MEMBERS ONLY***'s How-to
  • PMO Community Matters ***MEMBERS ONLY***'s Visions for the Site

Find results in...

Find results that contain...

Date Created

  • Start


Last Updated

  • Start


Filter by number of...

Found 2 results

  1. Tinker

    Beyond London 1888

    A poem for Halloween and written in response to a challenge at another Forum to write a poem including the words ghost - witch - pumpkin - apple - zombie - Elvis. A little wacky but fun. Beyond London 1888 The ghosts of butchered, witchy ladies moan the night the pumpkin moon ascends the throne. Communal cries of banshees drift in apple orchard, near. A frightening scream reveals a feral fear of zombie eyes. His name unknown, Elvis, Tom or Jack, the Ripper stalks again so watch your back. He seeks new prey. He's left the dim gas lights of London town and roams the cou
  2. abstrect-christ

    A Heaven Beyond Hell

    seeing as Halloween's week away, figured I'd put up a rare lyrical expression I did for fun on zombies... Running, solicitations of nothing chest inflamed as the inflection's spreading; glossolalia moans croons of the confluxes interjecting. Flesh is a Thing for the singe upon man. 1,200 meters per second, the .22's fissure penetrates the brain stem; 1,200 meters per second, the .22's fissure penetrates the brain stem -- what's left? Another cleansed abstract, fish for the three heads. moon on the horizon, this daily event an opening to obsidian. The city has fa
  • Create New...

Important Information

By using this site, you agree to our Guidelines.