POEM: A wish

By Nadia Sullivan-Nightengale

PHS Press staff member

All I want is for you to be with me on the count of three.

You break my heart with a start.

You are now in an endless sleep that makes me weep.

The only thing that remains is a wish, a wish for you to be with me.

Now I sit here waiting to be with you, a wish.

POEM: A lost cause

By Nadia Sullivan-Nightengale

PHS Press staff member

 

Where are ye with eyes so bright?

Who calmed me through the night.

A lost cause are ye? Or will we prevail with might?

Shall ye come home to me? Or will ye forever be a lost child. A lost cause. 

POEM: ∫• A Halloween Poem •∫

By Emily Weinlick

PHS Press staff member

Leaving the house on Friday night, going out for quite a big fright…

 candy corn, pumpkin pies, and popcorn balls soon all the dead will rise…

Lurking black cats and frightening rats, be sure to check under all mats…

Mummies, goblins, vamps, and wolfmen soon you will be crying for your mommy…

ghostly chills and terrifying creams, lucky dads at home paying bills…

ghosts haunting every hallway, you just wish it would become Saturday…

What’s that sound? A howl? A scream? You’ll experience all this on Halloween…

a cackling clown and howling wolves, a dead king still wears his crown…

And the Bogey Man howls…

“Happy Halloween!”

My Wee Little Cabin

By Aurora J Pass

I live in a wee little cabin,

That smells of the finest things,

Of cinnamon, of ginger, nutmeg, and pine,

And sometimes some blueberry muffins of mine.

It’s small; it’s dear; it’s a gingerbread house,

My wee elfin yard is a woodsy hollow,

With trees a-swishing and birds a-singing,

And wee little me just happily living.