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!?
snugglebuck
Poem Published
4th Jun 2018 1:41pm
4th Jun 2018 1:41pm
Cailleach
In the forest deep
Underneath the shadow
Of a boreal tree
Lives an old banshee
They call Cailleach
An old broken hag
Many fear a witch
In the moon’s light
She becomes a
Seductive wood nymph
Mother of deer
Mistress of the wolf
How many hunters’
Hearts and souls
Have you took?
Beware venturing
Into the woodland thicket
That you not succumb
To the charms of this
Of this shape shifter
She’s really Cailleach
Diabolist cunning and wicked ...
Underneath the shadow
Of a boreal tree
Lives an old banshee
They call Cailleach
An old broken hag
Many fear a witch
In the moon’s light
She becomes a
Seductive wood nymph
Mother of deer
Mistress of the wolf
How many hunters’
Hearts and souls
Have you took?
Beware venturing
Into the woodland thicket
That you not succumb
To the charms of this
Of this shape shifter
She’s really Cailleach
Diabolist cunning and wicked ...
#evil
#Halloween
#scary
#pagan
#nightmares
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MaryWalker
Poem Published
9th May 2018 5:37pm
9th May 2018 5:37pm
Witches Are Bitches Nine (Circles Of Hell...ell...ell...)
Witch
be bitchin'
as you're hitchin'
your wagon
HO!
to her broom
So much ragging
tongue wagging
bewitchin' going on
of stooopid, foolish men
there's
NO!
more room
at the inn
OH!
the stories she doth tell!
the magic she works
privately pentagrammed to jerks
from within the Nine Circles of the
Hell...ell...ell...
she invites you to dwell in
YO!
be bitchin'
as you're hitchin'
your wagon
HO!
to her broom
So much ragging
tongue wagging
bewitchin' going on
of stooopid, foolish men
there's
NO!
more room
at the inn
OH!
the stories she doth tell!
the magic she works
privately pentagrammed to jerks
from within the Nine Circles of the
Hell...ell...ell...
she invites you to dwell in
YO!
#Halloween
96 reads
5 Comments
archetype23
Poem Published
8th Apr 2018 5:49am
8th Apr 2018 5:49am
HOLLOW DAYS
#Easter
#Halloween
#Christmas
#ValentinesDay
#holiday
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Rogerh
Poem Published
27th Jan 2018 6:59am
27th Jan 2018 6:59am
A Halloween Concerto
A Halloween Concerto
(intro)
In the city of nothing the streets are always dark
The alleys are mean and no one walks in the park
Outside you always can hear mysterious sounds
As the rats chase the cats and the cats chase the hounds
It is dark twenty-four hours a day the sun is never seen
Everybody sleeps on their toes on a trampoline
Smiles are never worn if they are they’re deeply hid
Errant hearts are buried arrantly in coffins without a lid
Nightmares run rampant to catch the...
(intro)
In the city of nothing the streets are always dark
The alleys are mean and no one walks in the park
Outside you always can hear mysterious sounds
As the rats chase the cats and the cats chase the hounds
It is dark twenty-four hours a day the sun is never seen
Everybody sleeps on their toes on a trampoline
Smiles are never worn if they are they’re deeply hid
Errant hearts are buried arrantly in coffins without a lid
Nightmares run rampant to catch the...
#dark
#Halloween
#rhyming
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joeborg
Poem Published
1st Nov 2017 6:15am
1st Nov 2017 6:15am
halloween witches
In this time of Halloween
Wish all the witches become seen.
Some may hide behind a screen
Some take cover form the scene.
Some would want to be your queen
And torture you with burning steam.
Yet the worst remain unseen
With their darkest figurine.
They still dance their witch routine
Hope their souls the dance will clean.
And from the colour tangerine
They would turn aquamarine.
Wish all the witches become seen.
Some may hide behind a screen
Some take cover form the scene.
Some would want to be your queen
And torture you with burning steam.
Yet the worst remain unseen
With their darkest figurine.
They still dance their witch routine
Hope their souls the dance will clean.
And from the colour tangerine
They would turn aquamarine.
#Halloween
#rhyming
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Ken
Ken Ebersole
Ken Ebersole
Poem Published
29th Oct 2017 11:57am
29th Oct 2017 11:57am
Bags of Candy
Some love Halloween ,
But it's a time I fear.
The little ones go knocking,
For the treats they love so dear.
But tricksters don't stop here,
They tiptoe silently by.
As careful not to wake,
The darkness that's inside.
If you look long enough,
You can see it's eyes.
The thing that lives below,
Drooling for your hide.
Every year I try to keep it at bay but it takes a life.
Of one so curious that they must see it with their own eyes.
Every once in a while,
The sight is better to behold.
Than...
But it's a time I fear.
The little ones go knocking,
For the treats they love so dear.
But tricksters don't stop here,
They tiptoe silently by.
As careful not to wake,
The darkness that's inside.
If you look long enough,
You can see it's eyes.
The thing that lives below,
Drooling for your hide.
Every year I try to keep it at bay but it takes a life.
Of one so curious that they must see it with their own eyes.
Every once in a while,
The sight is better to behold.
Than...
#Halloween
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AndreasWicked
Le serpent
Le serpent
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2017 9:51am
22nd Oct 2017 9:51am
Halloween story
The House of Eternal moaning was a haunted place located on the outskirts of the city. It was known to every resident but only a few persons dared to go inside. It was rumored that at night screams of pleasure were heard.The local religious authorities issued a decree prohibiting the visit of the house under the threat of damnation . Violators would be told by their antisocial behavior and driven away from the city.
Some hundred years ago there lived a travelling salesman who was often on business trip to other parts...
Some hundred years ago there lived a travelling salesman who was often on business trip to other parts...
#Halloween
#scary
#ShortStory
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mikemason
White Tiger
White Tiger
Poem Published
11th Mar 2017 8:10pm
11th Mar 2017 8:10pm
Halloween Homage
Howling winds
And peoples' sins
Are swirling through the air,
The time for fear
Has now drawn near
The haunts are everywhere.
The bright full moon
Is rising soon
A spotlight in the sky,
To greet the zombies
Buried bodies
Those who never die.
This night has come
The only one
Where life and death convene,
As daylight fails
And dark prevails
To hail this Halloween.
And peoples' sins
Are swirling through the air,
The time for fear
Has now drawn near
The haunts are everywhere.
The bright full moon
Is rising soon
A spotlight in the sky,
To greet the zombies
Buried bodies
Those who never die.
This night has come
The only one
Where life and death convene,
As daylight fails
And dark prevails
To hail this Halloween.
#Halloween
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Broken187Soul
Poem Published
13th Jan 2017 12:39pm
13th Jan 2017 12:39pm
~Demonic Lullaby~
When darkness descends beware
Of the demons that live within
They will distort your sanity you come undone inside again
One, two, they are coming for you
Three, four, silly girl you can't lock the door
Five, six, don't even think about a crucifix
Them demons will eat you alive bit by bit
Seven, eight, don't pray, don't you dare sleep, or its your fate
Don't try to wish for peace its already too late
On Halloween night 3am the demons awake
Chanting their lullaby as they drain your soul
Nine, ten, suffocating in...
Of the demons that live within
They will distort your sanity you come undone inside again
One, two, they are coming for you
Three, four, silly girl you can't lock the door
Five, six, don't even think about a crucifix
Them demons will eat you alive bit by bit
Seven, eight, don't pray, don't you dare sleep, or its your fate
Don't try to wish for peace its already too late
On Halloween night 3am the demons awake
Chanting their lullaby as they drain your soul
Nine, ten, suffocating in...
#dark
#Halloween
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2 Comments
Poet_Tracy
Poet Tracy
Poet Tracy
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2016 4:41pm
3rd Nov 2016 4:41pm
Halloween
This Halloween,
i want to make you scream,
the explore all the corners
of your deepest darkest dreams.
So I will dress my porch with the skeletons
I pulled out of my closet,
besides the broken their broken jaws
that I keep in my pocket, like a locket.
Their secrets can't get out.
Making sure each skeletons keeps its promise,
To take my secrets to the grave.
Like a jack-o-lantern, with a mouth filled with fire.
We will speak of your burning desire,
to finally take off your mask this Halloween and
just
be
you.
And for...
i want to make you scream,
the explore all the corners
of your deepest darkest dreams.
So I will dress my porch with the skeletons
I pulled out of my closet,
besides the broken their broken jaws
that I keep in my pocket, like a locket.
Their secrets can't get out.
Making sure each skeletons keeps its promise,
To take my secrets to the grave.
Like a jack-o-lantern, with a mouth filled with fire.
We will speak of your burning desire,
to finally take off your mask this Halloween and
just
be
you.
And for...
#Halloween
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Lissa_Reed
Poem Published
31st Oct 2016 9:31pm
31st Oct 2016 9:31pm
Halloween Spirits
The spirits speak in their rhythmic tongue.
Thinning the veil with what they have sung.
They roam the streets among the breathers.
Posing as dressed up trick or treaters.
Every Halloween is their time for freight.
They emerge with the sun's dying light.
When it is dark and cold outside the houses.
Spirits play with the living like trapped little mouses.
Thinning the veil with what they have sung.
They roam the streets among the breathers.
Posing as dressed up trick or treaters.
Every Halloween is their time for freight.
They emerge with the sun's dying light.
When it is dark and cold outside the houses.
Spirits play with the living like trapped little mouses.
#Halloween
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standingmyground
Poem Published
31st Oct 2016 1:18am
31st Oct 2016 1:18am
Halloween Frightful Night
Its Halloween, its Halloween,
and scaring children is our dream.
Better watch the moon up above,
We are not here to show you love.
Oh, knock on any door you want,
while you jump up and down and taunt.
The Wolfman will open that door,
and he is drooling all that blood.
Trick or treat not for you tonight,
its all about blood gore and fright.
Better run to mom and daddy
that’s where you should go, laddie.
Look! The Joker to fill you with dread,
behind him the Dark Knight, half dead.
They have all gathered around you,
Mean...
and scaring children is our dream.
Better watch the moon up above,
We are not here to show you love.
Oh, knock on any door you want,
while you jump up and down and taunt.
The Wolfman will open that door,
and he is drooling all that blood.
Trick or treat not for you tonight,
its all about blood gore and fright.
Better run to mom and daddy
that’s where you should go, laddie.
Look! The Joker to fill you with dread,
behind him the Dark Knight, half dead.
They have all gathered around you,
Mean...
#Halloween
#rhyming
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4 Comments
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