Let me preface this by saying one thing: I don't
not want to see pictures of your Halloween costume on Facebook. I totally do. I know you probably took a lot of time to come up with the perfect creative outfit to rock with your best friend. And even if you didn't take a lot of time and the whole thing was actually pretty last-minute, I know the costume is going to be great. If your 2017 costume is on the DIY side, I'm sure the photos will be especially impressive. I really do want to see your costume. That being said, I'm just wondering if we can all commit to getting a bit more creative with our social sharing this Halloween. Like, what about checking out som Halloween poems to share on Facebook in celebration of the holiday?
This is a pretty awesome holiday we're talking about here, steeped in history and creepy folklore. There's tons of seasonal content out there, as ripe for sharing as a pumpkin on Oct. 29, and it will be the perfect compliment to the forthcoming barrage of costume photos that I fully expect to see on Nov. 1. Plus, celebrating Halloween by sharing this kind of content means that you can participate in the Facebook holiday fun even if you're not so into dressing up.
Check out these Halloween poems, all of which would be perfect for your Facebook feed this month.
Check out the entire 'What's Up, Boo?' series and other videos on Facebook and the Bustle app across Apple TV, Roku, and Amazon Fire TV. All Souls' Night Giphy "You heap the logs and try to fill The little room with words and cheer, But silent feet are on the hill, Across the window veiled eyes peer. The hosts of lovers, young in death, Go seeking down the world to-night, Remembering faces, warmth and breath— And they shall seek till it is light. Then let the white-flaked logs burn low, Lest those who drift before the storm See gladness on our hearth and know There is no flame can make them warm." — Hortense King Flexner
This poem does a pretty flawless job of establishing just the kind of eerie, lonely Halloween mood that kept me up at night as a kid for the whole month of October.
Spirits Of The Dead Giphy "Thy soul shall find itself alone ‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness — for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still. The night, though clear, shall frown, And the stars shall not look down From their high thrones in the Heaven With light like hope to mortals given, But their red orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem Which would cling to thee for ever. Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish, Now are visions ne’er to vanish; From thy spirit shall they pass No more, like dew-drop from the grass. The breeze, the breath of God, is still, And the mist upon the hill Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken, How it hangs upon the trees, — Edgar Allan Poe
No one does scary quite like Edgar Allan Poe, and this creepy poem is no exception. "The spirits of the dead, who stood in life before thee, are again..." Feel those shivers up your spine?
Halloween Charm Giphy "Fern seed, hemp seed, water of the well, Bark of wizard hazel-wand, berry of the bay, Let the fairy gifts of you mingle with the spell, Guard the precious life and soul of him that’s far away! Oak slip, thorn slip, crystal of the dew, Morsel of his native earth, shoot of mountain pine, Lend his arm the strength of you, let his eye be true, Send him like the thunderbolt to break the foeman’s line! Rose leaf, elm leaf, kernel of the wheat, Airy waft of thistledown, feather of the wren, Bring him peace and happiness, let his dream be sweet, Take my secret thought to him and call him home again!" — Arthur Guiterman
More recipe than poem — though I'm not sure bark of wizard hazel-wand or thorn slip sound like particularly delicious ingredients to anyone — "Halloween Charm" makes it easy to imagine what it might look like to watch someone brought back from the dead.
Sonnet 100 Giphy "In night when colors all to black are cast, Distinction lost, or gone down with the light; The eye a watch to inward senses placed, Not seeing, yet still having powers of sight, Gives vain alarums to the inward sense, Where fear stirred up with witty tyranny, Confounds all powers, and thorough self-offense, Doth forge and raise impossibility: Such as in thick depriving darknesses, Proper reflections of the error be, And images of self-confusednesses, Which hurt imaginations only see; And from this nothing seen, tells news of devils, Which but expressions be of inward evils."
Lord Brooke Fulke Greville
Even in the dark when dangers are hard to see, you still
know they're there. Call it your intuition, your witch vibe, or something else — but you've got it! All Hallow's Night Giphy "Two things I did on Hallows Night:— Made my house April-clear; To the ghosts of the year. Then one came in. Across the room It stood up long and fair— The ghost that was myself— And gave me stare for stare."
Lizette Woodworth Reese
Sometimes, the scariest things of all are directly in front of us — or, worse, already within us. (Thanks for the reminder,
poem!) Black Cat Giphy "A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place your sight can knock on, echoing; but here within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze will be absorbed and utterly disappear: just as a raving madman, when nothing else can ease him, charges into his dark night howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels the rage being taken in and pacified. She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen into her, so that, like an audience, she can look them over, menacing and sullen, and curl to sleep with them. But all at once as if awakened, she turns her face to yours; and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny, inside the golden amber of her eyeballs suspended, like a prehistoric fly."
Rainer Maria Rilke
Black cats are pretty much the OGs of superstitions, but this poem gives a totally new dimension to them. If spotting a black cat late at night didn't freak you out before, it probably will now. Sorry!
Theme In Yellow Giphy With yellow balls in autumn. I light the prairie cornfields Orange and tawny gold clusters And I am called pumpkins. And love to the harvest moon; And the children know I am fooling."
Jack-O'-Lanterns represent the kinder, softer side of Halloween — at least, I thought they did, until I read this poem and learned of the evil lurking inside them.
Ghost Music Giphy "Gloomy and bare the organ-loft, Bent-backed and blind the organist. From rafters looming shadowy, From the pipes’ tuneful company, Drifted together drowsily, Innumerable, formless, dim, The ghosts of long-dead melodies, Of anthems, stately, thunderous, Of Kyries shrill and tremulous: In melancholy drowsy-sweet They huddled there in harmony. Like bats at noontide rafter-hung."
If you've ever wondered what a chorus of ghosts sounds like, your Facebook pals probably have too. Robert Graves tries to explain it to all of us here.
Ghosts And Fashion Giphy "Although it no longer has a body to cover out of a sense of decorum, the ghost must still consider fashion— must clothe its invisibility in something if it is to “appear” in public. Some traditional specters favor worn Isadora-Duncan-style While others opt for lightweight versions of once familiar tee shirts and jeans. Perhaps being thought-forms, they can change their outfits instantly— or if they were loved ones,
A sillier take on Halloween poetry, "Ghosts and Fashion" has me sitting here imagining what my entire wardrobe would look like on a Casper lookalike.
Haunted Houses Giphy "All houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. Through the open doors The harmless phantoms on their errands glide, With feet that make no sound upon the floors. We meet them at the door-way, on the stair, Along the passages they come and go, Impalpable impressions on the air, A sense of something moving to and fro. There are more guests at table than the hosts Invited; the illuminated hall Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts, As silent as the pictures on the wall. The stranger at my fireside cannot see The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear; He but perceives what is; while unto me All that has been is visible and clear. We have no title-deeds to house or lands; Owners and occupants of earlier dates From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands, And hold in mortmain still their old estates. The spirit-world around this world of sense Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense A vital breath of more ethereal air. Our little lives are kept in equipoise By opposite attractions and desires; The struggle of the instinct that enjoys, And the more noble instinct that aspires. These perturbations, this perpetual jar Of earthly wants and aspirations high, Come from the influence of an unseen star An undiscovered planet in our sky. And as the moon from some dark gate of cloud Throws o’er the sea a floating bridge of light, Across whose trembling planks our fancies crowd Into the realm of mystery and night,— So from the world of spirits there descends A bridge of light, connecting it with this, O’er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends, Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
If we're to believe Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's theory of haunted houses, it's time to stop wondering whether or not your home is occupied by spirits of a previous life — because
all homes are. The Witch-Bride Giphy "A fair witch crept to a young man’s side, And he kiss’d her and took her for his bride. But a Shape came in at the dead of night, And fill’d the room with snowy light. And he saw how in his arms there lay A thing more frightful than mouth may say. And he rose in haste, and follow’d the Shape Till morning crown’d an eastern cape. And he girded himself, and follow’d still When sunset sainted the western hill. But, mocking and thwarting, clung to his side, Weary day!—the foul Witch-Bride."
The only thing worse than a bridezilla? A witch-bride.
Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I (Round About The Cauldron Go) Giphy "Round about the cauldron go; In the poison’d entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights hast thirty one Swelter’d venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble."
know you remember this one from high school English class. Give your social network a Shakespeare refresher with a few lines out of this classic scene from Macbeth.