Monthly Archives: October 2025

Halloween Poems

In honour of the horror of Halloween, and to make you scream:

 

Will You Go?

 

“Will you join in death’s dance

And find romance

In Hades below?

Touch my skin

Soft as snow.

My love will you go

Where the death lilies grow?”

 

Halloween:

 

Light fades.

Shades

In forgotten graves

Stir.

Black cats purr.

Despair

On a broomstick travels.

Joy unravels

As hope dies

And the vampire flies

Through pitch black skies.

 

(The above poems can be found in my collection, Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind Lost in the labyrinth of my mind eBook : Morris, K.: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store

 

Clocks and Flowers

I am wrapped around

In the profound

Silence of the morning.

No birds stir.

And my old clock’s

Steady tick tock

Goes unheard.

 

Earthly clocks measure hours.

But flowers

Know not time

Yet pervade

All our graves.

While we no not

Clocks and flowers.

 

My Poetry Reading on the World Poetry Cafe

On Thursday 23rd October, I appeared on the World Poetry Café. During the show, I read several of my own poems, including “On the Death of a Writer”, which appears in my most recent collection, “Passing Through; Some Thoughts on Life and Death”. In addition, I read Philip Larkin’s wonderful poem “Ambulances”.

 

My thanks to Ariadne, Anita and Victor for hosting me on the World Poetry Café. My segment begins approximately 21 minutes into the podcast. To listen please visit https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-oct-23-kevin-morris-and-anita-aguirre-nieveras/?utm_source=notification&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=upload_is_published&utm_content=html

Goth

When I met a beautiful young Goth

Who was suffering from a bad cough,

I felt such bliss

When we two kissed.

But that Goth gave me her cough!

 

 

Halloween Vampire

I met a vampire on Halloween

Who said, “why don’t you scream!”

I said to Lake,

“Pass me that stake”,

Which caused that vampire to scream!”

Old Log

I have seen this same old log

Over many years

As I passed by with my dogs.

 

 

Years have flown.

I have walked alone

When my dogs have died.

Now I pass by

With another one.

 

 

Time moves forever on.

All logs decay.

I know one day

Dogs and I

Will not pass by.

But autumn leaves

Are beautiful to me.

Bare

When a young lady known as Claire

Said, “these autumn trees are so bare”.

They said to her, “dear,

Its that time of year.

And do put some clothes on Claire!”

 

 

A Young Lady’s Sock

A young lady drunk on Hock

Walked around wearing only 1 sock.

When they said, “you’re nude!,

Which is so very rude!”

She said, “I’m wearing a sock!”

Celebrity

A celebrity who appears on my TV

Is looking for a date with me.

Her name is Miss Spink

And I’ve seen her wink,

And I know that winks for me!