Halloween Poems
#Halloween
Celebrate the Halloween holidays with dark and spooky Halloween poetry. Creepy poems about witches, werewolves, jack-o'-lanterns, ghouls and ghosts. Trick or treat!?
Bad Idea
In the early 2000's a man by the name of Wilbur Gentry had a job scaring people at a haunted house.
He was to scare people when they rode by on the back of a hay truck.
Certain he can do it better, he climbed up a tree and took the place of a hanging skeleton that was rigged to drop down when the caravan passed by.
Wilbur carefully arranged the ropes to make sure his feet touched the ground so he wouldn't accidentally hang himself.
When the caravan approached, he leaped from the tree.
The branch whipped back and choked him to death...
He was to scare people when they rode by on the back of a hay truck.
Certain he can do it better, he climbed up a tree and took the place of a hanging skeleton that was rigged to drop down when the caravan passed by.
Wilbur carefully arranged the ropes to make sure his feet touched the ground so he wouldn't accidentally hang himself.
When the caravan approached, he leaped from the tree.
The branch whipped back and choked him to death...
#dark
#death
#Halloween
#fiction
#funny
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Even death falls in love;
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Even death falls in love
though its not very nice
it follows, it stalks it traces your face
it is obsessed, forlorn, peccant
It wants to take you down
to a place made for them,
It is innocently invited in
by what is taken in
what is seen, what is heard, what is tasted what is felt
what is played, what is said,
even ones own thoughts betray unto death,
Death loves the scent
winds blow it heavy
onto the darken border lines
of sorrow ash and tears
It reeks of pleasant odor unto it
No, I will never...
Even death falls in love
though its not very nice
it follows, it stalks it traces your face
it is obsessed, forlorn, peccant
It wants to take you down
to a place made for them,
It is innocently invited in
by what is taken in
what is seen, what is heard, what is tasted what is felt
what is played, what is said,
even ones own thoughts betray unto death,
Death loves the scent
winds blow it heavy
onto the darken border lines
of sorrow ash and tears
It reeks of pleasant odor unto it
No, I will never...
#gothic
#Halloween
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Cracula
It was Halloween night, no Michael Myers in sight.
I was dressed up as a mime, ready to get high as a kite!
I was no juggalo, but I played ICP in the whip.
As I burnt rubber towards downtown to get me some shit.
With my barnett in platts, I headed down to the flats.
That was full of dope feins, like the roaches, and rats.
I was approached by a straggly haired lady, she looked like a banshee.
A hag of the mist type, and asked me for some Mandy.
I said "I've got nothing on me lady, now leave me alone!"
As I proceeded...
I was dressed up as a mime, ready to get high as a kite!
I was no juggalo, but I played ICP in the whip.
As I burnt rubber towards downtown to get me some shit.
With my barnett in platts, I headed down to the flats.
That was full of dope feins, like the roaches, and rats.
I was approached by a straggly haired lady, she looked like a banshee.
A hag of the mist type, and asked me for some Mandy.
I said "I've got nothing on me lady, now leave me alone!"
As I proceeded...
#Halloween
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Halloween 2023
Untimely in the coming
singing in the eternal dark yearning
sinister culted thoughts peak
then wane on a lunar afterthought
Bloodied moon with no taste for the tide
whether it rise and fall again
but still, it mesmerizes the waters
Sending vibrations, it pulls
slowly the waters come in and out
It makes no comment on the maddening way
tortured souls reeking havoc in the pale light
flicker a soul, then unfurl temptation
and for a moment the world turns crimson
Unhinged in the now
tomorrow the glow will have no...
singing in the eternal dark yearning
sinister culted thoughts peak
then wane on a lunar afterthought
Bloodied moon with no taste for the tide
whether it rise and fall again
but still, it mesmerizes the waters
Sending vibrations, it pulls
slowly the waters come in and out
It makes no comment on the maddening way
tortured souls reeking havoc in the pale light
flicker a soul, then unfurl temptation
and for a moment the world turns crimson
Unhinged in the now
tomorrow the glow will have no...
#dark
#Halloween
#vampires
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Stir
The madman weeps for scarred remains
with eager interest reaps the present
a lock of hair
something personal
gifted off the corpse...
his prized little gifty
a songbird singing sonnets for the damned
refuses the invitation
Her lips wet with lullabies
says goodbye all too soon
you think, how dare the tart?
Impertinent woman with childlike wonder
is it any wonder you dislike her
A door a jar
peek a boo
then she's gone again
No mortal can claim her
the sweet surrender of this darkling ...
with eager interest reaps the present
a lock of hair
something personal
gifted off the corpse...
his prized little gifty
a songbird singing sonnets for the damned
refuses the invitation
Her lips wet with lullabies
says goodbye all too soon
you think, how dare the tart?
Impertinent woman with childlike wonder
is it any wonder you dislike her
A door a jar
peek a boo
then she's gone again
No mortal can claim her
the sweet surrender of this darkling ...
#evil
#Halloween
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A Party for the Cursed
#Halloween
#food
#scary #funny
#scary #funny
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origins of psychosexual creation
From the meager offerings
of an untamed dervish...
thralls of metamorphosis—oh how they call out!
I hear the aching whistles
through howling winds
delicate screams echo from midnight's breast
this body dances to and fro
in automatic rhythmic swirls
true sanctuary begets insatiable hunger
upon sweetest lips, promises sing-song
hypnotic trance-like dreams
beckon purification by fired desire
dangerous, in reality
twine imaginations darkly forge together
in fiendish fortune
we carve out these...
of an untamed dervish...
thralls of metamorphosis—oh how they call out!
I hear the aching whistles
through howling winds
delicate screams echo from midnight's breast
this body dances to and fro
in automatic rhythmic swirls
true sanctuary begets insatiable hunger
upon sweetest lips, promises sing-song
hypnotic trance-like dreams
beckon purification by fired desire
dangerous, in reality
twine imaginations darkly forge together
in fiendish fortune
we carve out these...
#erotic
#BDSM
#spiritual
#magic
#Halloween
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sometimes tricks are treats
Daddy thoroughly enjoyed Halloween
seeing all the little kids in their costumes
I think it appealed to him
being something other than himself
one year a group of high school seniors showed up at the door
in their ghouls, pirates & zombie gore
politely waiting for small ones to leave
they stepped up & in unison
yelled "trick or treat!"
Daddy eyed them all with amusement
then quietly said "trick"
not at all expecting what happened next
half a dozen teens...from the gymnastics team
launched into the...
seeing all the little kids in their costumes
I think it appealed to him
being something other than himself
one year a group of high school seniors showed up at the door
in their ghouls, pirates & zombie gore
politely waiting for small ones to leave
they stepped up & in unison
yelled "trick or treat!"
Daddy eyed them all with amusement
then quietly said "trick"
not at all expecting what happened next
half a dozen teens...from the gymnastics team
launched into the...
#father
#Halloween
#gratitude
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A Wet Spell
The weather stole
My Halloween
The wettest one
Ive ever seen
The floods are rampant
The witches all wet
They can't fly their broomsticks
As the moon is ill-met
Their wands have gone droopy
Their pointy hats now smell
As nature reveals it's magic
For another wet spell
by Jemia
My Halloween
The wettest one
Ive ever seen
The floods are rampant
The witches all wet
They can't fly their broomsticks
As the moon is ill-met
Their wands have gone droopy
Their pointy hats now smell
As nature reveals it's magic
For another wet spell
by Jemia
#rain
#Halloween
#funny #witches
#funny #witches
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Schizophrenia's Acey-Deucey
With a shadow of one's creation, exhaling,
my schizophrenia's acey-deucey
walking my Halloweenie
looking through the fractured mirror
at my naked bones of tattered threads
observing a failing image of a pinned omen
neath the weight of dark mascara, breathing,
touched by the brush of the twilight's insanity
listening to the clogging crickets in stereo
and the muted horrors of being a shadow
of tone-deaf stones in an orchard screaming
guilty omens from the wretched Ouija
with frozen embryos crawling up my nose
at my...
my schizophrenia's acey-deucey
walking my Halloweenie
looking through the fractured mirror
at my naked bones of tattered threads
observing a failing image of a pinned omen
neath the weight of dark mascara, breathing,
touched by the brush of the twilight's insanity
listening to the clogging crickets in stereo
and the muted horrors of being a shadow
of tone-deaf stones in an orchard screaming
guilty omens from the wretched Ouija
with frozen embryos crawling up my nose
at my...
#dark
#gothic
#Halloween #scary
#Halloween #scary
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Luna Orionid
Across the zenith she progressed
with proud Orion just below
and in the full sky angel glow
slowly turning forever west,
through straying whiffs of vapored air,
imperceptibly suspended
in a matrix, halo splendid,
where only proper spirits dare
to slow the hunter's meteors...
blazing through diaphanous gold
and quenched in stratospheric cold,
like honey on plasmatic smores!
Which all the gods are sure to eat
since constellations need no meat:)
with proud Orion just below
and in the full sky angel glow
slowly turning forever west,
through straying whiffs of vapored air,
imperceptibly suspended
in a matrix, halo splendid,
where only proper spirits dare
to slow the hunter's meteors...
blazing through diaphanous gold
and quenched in stratospheric cold,
like honey on plasmatic smores!
Which all the gods are sure to eat
since constellations need no meat:)
#moon
#fall
#night #Halloween
#night #Halloween
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Fire Wizard
In the dawn of the day,
when the sky is ablaze,
a fire wizard warrior rises,
his amazing power.
With flames in his eyes,
and magic in his hands,
he strides through the desert,
across the red sands.
His muscles are taut,
his spirit is strong,
he battles with honor,
and never does wrong.
The heat of the sun,
is no match for his fire,
he burns with a passion,
that never will tire.
So if you should see him,
in the dawn's early light,
remember this warrior,
and his power so bright.
when the sky is ablaze,
a fire wizard warrior rises,
his amazing power.
With flames in his eyes,
and magic in his hands,
he strides through the desert,
across the red sands.
His muscles are taut,
his spirit is strong,
he battles with honor,
and never does wrong.
The heat of the sun,
is no match for his fire,
he burns with a passion,
that never will tire.
So if you should see him,
in the dawn's early light,
remember this warrior,
and his power so bright.
#environment
#Halloween
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
#dawn
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DU Poetry : Halloween Poems