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Halloween Poems – Spooky & Scary Poetry For Halloween

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    Halloween Poems: There is a small collection of Halloween poems. Please read and enjoy this Halloween poetry.

    Underneath the lamp post,
    In the middle of the night,
    A ghost bus make a silent stop,
    A strange and fearful sight.

    At the bus top at your corner,
    Something big and green climbed down.
    It’s looking for your bedroom,
    And it has searched all over town.

    You thought it couldn’t find you,
    That you were safe and you were sound.
    You thought that you could hide,
    Where you never could be found.

    But now it’s almost here,
    You know it loves the dark of night.
    There’s only one thing you can do,
    Quick! Turn on the light!


    -By Joe Wayman

    Three little ghostesses
    Sitting on postesses,
    Eating buttered toastesses,
    Greasing their fistesse,
    Up to their wristesses,
    Oh, what beastesses
    To make such feastesse!

    Don’t go out on Devil’s Night.
    Stay in your bed and keep on the light.

    Little demons and ghouls have their fun all right,
    outside on the streets this Devil’s Night.

    You don’t want to know
    what mischief they cause.

    On Halloween Eve they run without pause,
    flying and laughing, and breaking the laws,
    you really don’t want to see the mischief they’ve caused.

    Please heed my words, stay under the covers,
    and tell your friends and your sisters,
    and of course your brothers.

    Stay in bed, don’t even peek through the shutters,
    cause a goblin or ghost may spook you to stutters.

    Just wait until daybreak on Halloween Day,
    when you know all the ghouls and ghosts are away.

    They hate the daylight, “it’s no fun,” they say.
    So just please, please wait
    to Trick or Treat on Halloween Day.

    We bought a fat orange pumpkin,
    The plumpest sort they sell.
    We neatly scooped the inside out
    and only left the shell.
    We carved a funny funny-face
    of silly shape and size,
    A pointy nose, a jagged mouth
    And two enormous eyes.
    We set it in a window
    and we put a candle in,
    Then lit it up
    for all to see
    Our jack-o-lantern grin.

    I’m not afraid on Halloween
    Because my Mother said
    I should not fear those funny things
    But laugh at them instead.

    For orange faces in the night
    That stare with eyes so wide,
    Are only pumpkins on a porch
    With candlelight inside.

    And there are no such things as ghosts . . .
    Those figures shining white,
    Are only children just like me
    Wrapped up in sheets so tight.

    I do not fear a single thing
    On Halloween you see,
    Because I know they really are
    Not what they seem to be.

    For ghosts and goblins, witches, spooks,
    And other scary folks
    We hear about on Halloween
    Are really only jokes.

    -By Cora May Preble

    It’s late and we are sleepy,
    The air is cold and still.
    Our jack-o-lantern grins at us
    Upon the window sill.
    We’re stuffed with cake and candy
    And we’ve had a lot of fun,
    But now it’s time to go to bed
    And dream of all we’ve done.
    We’ll dream of ghosts and goblins
    And of witches that we’ve seen,
    And we’ll dream of trick-or-treating
    On this happy Halloween.

    Five little pumpkins sitting on a gate
    The first one said, “Oh my, it’s getting late”
    The second one said, “There are witches in the air”
    The third one said,”But we don’t care!”
    The fourth one said, “Let’s run and run and run”
    The fifth one said, “I’m ready for some fun!”
    Wooooo, went the wind
    And out went the light
    And the five little pumpkins rolled out of sight!

    The skeletons are out tonight,
    they march about the street,
    With bony bodies, bony heads
    and bony hands and feet.
    Bony bony bony bones
    with nothing in between,
    Up and down and all around
    they march on Halloween.

    -By Jack Prelutsky

    Double, double toil and trouble;
    Fire burn and caldron bubble.
    Fillet of a fenny snake,
    In the caldron boil and bake;
    Eye of newt and toe of frog,
    Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
    Adder’s fork and bling-worms sting,
    Lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing,
    For a charm of powerful trouble,
    Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
    Double, double toil and trouble;
    Fire burn and caldron bubble.
    Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
    Then the charm is firm and good.

    -By William Shakespeare

    Halloween is very fun,
    full of kids with different tongues.
    We scream, we shout,
    then we run all about.
    We trick-or-treat,
    we walk on the street.

    Watching witches mixing lotions,
    Making weird smelly potions.
    Saying “Bubble, brew, boil, simmer
    You’ll soon be my dinner.”
    Dracula spreads his wings,
    And flashes his teeth as bling.
    His mother calls “Come back here son!”
    While he ducks the sun.
    Ghosts love to mourn and dread,
    Even though they’re already dead.
    They always drift,
    And ask if you want a lift.
    Athletes are so strong,
    Their arms & legs are very long.
    They drink their tea without honey,
    And enjoy spending all their money.

    Halloween is very fun,
    full of kids with different tongues.
    We scream, we shout,
    then we run all about.
    We trick-or-treat,
    we walk on the street.
    Then we go to sleep,
    Maybe even counting sheep.

    -By Marlena

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