Halloween has inspired some fantastic Halloween poems. Below, you’ll find some well-known and not-so-well-known poems.
Happy Halloween
It’s late and we are sleepy,
The air is cold and still.
Our jack-o-lantern grins at us
Upon the windowsill.
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.
Halloween
H alloween’s a sudden BOO!!
A nd just as quick a scream:
L aughing in the scary dark,
L oving friendly fright.
O n Halloween, witches come true;
W ild ghosts escape from dreams.
E ach monster dances in the park,
E ating candy like a shark
N ow kiss and say goodnight!
Three Little Ghostesses
Three little ghostesses
Sitting on postesses,
Eating buttered toastesses,
Greasing their fistesse,
Up to their wristesses,
Oh, what beastesses
To make such feastesse!
Pumpkin Time
Pumpkin time is here again,
Time to play Trick or Treat.
Pumpkin time is here again,
Our spooky friends we’ll meet.
See the costumes we have on,
Monsters, ghosts, goblins too.
See the costumes we have on,
Hear us all shout “Boo!”
Jack-O-Lantern
Jack-o-lantern, Jack-o-lantern,
You are such a funny sight
As you sit there by the window,
Looking out at the night
You were once a sturdy pumpkin
Growing on a vine
Now you are a Jack-o-lantern,
See the light shine
Witches Come On Halloween
Witches come on Halloween, Here’s a witch with a tall black hat,
Heh-heh, Heh-heh! Here are the whiskers of her cat,
Watch out now or you might scream,
Here is a jack-o-lantern looking at me,
Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh! Here is a goblin, hee, hee, hee….
Pumpkins shining bright,
With their candlelight.
Bats and goblins coming too,
Watching out for you- BOO!
Superstitious – Shel Silverstein
If you are superstitious you’ll never step on cracks.
When you see a ladder you will never walk beneath it.
And if you ever spill some salt you’ll thrown some ‘cross your back,
And carry’ round a rabbit’s foot just in case you need it.
You’ll pick up any pin that you find lying on the ground,
And never, never, ever throw your hat upon the bed,
Or open an umbrella when you are in the house.
You’ll bite your tongue each time you say
A thing you shouldn’t have said.
You’ll hold your breath and cross your fingers
Walkin’ by a graveyard,
And number thirteen’s never gonna do you any good.
Black cats will all look vicious, if you’re superstitious,
But I’m not superstitious (knock on wood).
Old Roger is Dead
Old Roger is dead and he lies in his grave
Lies in his grave, lies in his grave
Old Roger is dead and he lies in his grave
Heigh ho, lies in his grave
They planted an Apple tree over his hand
The apples grew ripe and they all tumbled down
There came and old woman a-picking them up
Old Roger got up and he gave her a knock
This made the old woman go hippity-hop
Three Black Cats
Three black cats, three black cats,
In black hats, in black hats.
They all jumped into the Halloween brew,
They teased the ghosts and the goblins too.
Did you ever hear such a hullabaloo
On Halloween?
The Goblin
There’s a goblin as green as a goblin can be.
Who is sitting outside and is waiting for me.
When he knocked on my door and said softly,
“Come play!”
I answered, “No thank you, now please,go away!”
But the goblin as green as a goblin can be.
Is still sitting outside and is waiting for me.
Trick or treat, trick or treat,
Give us something good to eat.
Give us candy, give us cake,
Give us something sweet to take.
Give us cookies, fruit and gum,
Hurry up and give us some.
You had better do it quick
Or we’ll surely play a trick.
Trick or treat, trick or treat,
Give us something good to eat.
Trick or Treat
Witches, ghosts, and goblins.
Stealing down the street,
Knock on every doorway,
Trick or Treat!
When your door is opened,
This is what you meet,
Scary creatures shouting,
Trick or treat!
It’s Halloween
It’s Halloween! It’s Halloween!
The moon is full and bright
And we shall see what can’t be seen
on any other night:
Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls,
Grinning goblins fighting duels,
Werewolves rising from their tombs,
Witches on their magic brooms.
Haunted House
There’s a house upon the hilltop
We will not go inside,
For that is where the witches live,
Where ghosts and goblins hide.
Tonight they have their party,
All the lights are burning bright,
But oh we will not go inside
The haunted house tonight.
The demons there are whirling
And the spirits swirl about.
They sing their songs to Halloween.
“Come join the fun,” they shout.
But we do not want to go there,
So we run with all our might
And oh we will not go inside
The haunted house tonight.
Day After Halloween – Shel Silverstein
Skeletons, spirits and haunts,
Skeletons, spirits and haunts.
It’s a Halloween sale:
A nickel a pail
For skeletons, spirits and haunts.
Skeletons, spirits and haunts,
More than most anyone wants.
Will you pay for a shock,
‘Cause we’re quite overstocked
On skeletons, spirits and haunts.
Five Little Pumpkins Sitting On A Gate
Five little pumpkins sitting on a gate,
The first one said,
“Oh my, it’s getting late.”
The second one said,
“But we don’t care.”
The third one said,
“I see witches in the air.”
The fourth one said,
“Let’s run, and run, and run.”
The fifth one said,
“Get ready for some fun.”
Then whoosh went the wind,
And out went the lights,
And five little pumpkins rolled out of sight!
On A Dark, Dark Night
On a dark, dark, night
In a dark, dark wood
In a dark, dark house
In a dark, dark room
In a dark, dark cupboard
On a dark, dark shelf
In a dark, dark box
There was a GHOST!
Pumpkin
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 a Little Scarecrow
I’m a little scarecrow,
Raggedy and worn
I wear a hat,
And a shirt that’s torn
When the crows come,
I wave and shout,
“Away from my garden-get on out!”
Bobbing For Apples
Watch us bobbing for an apple,
For an apple apple apple,
But no apple apple apple,
Not an apple can I get.
Oh I cannot catch an apple,
Not one apple apple apple
Through my sister got an apple,
All I got was soaking wet!
Advice on How To Sleep on Halloween Night
The thing to remember, when you go to bed
Is hang strings of garlic, high over your head,
So werewolves and vampires won’t come to call.
In fact,
You won’t get many callers at all
‘Cause garlic is smelly.
Besides,
its success with magical creatures
Who visit distress on humans who read scary stories at night,
And sleep in their bedrooms, without a night-light.
The thing to remember, when you go to bed
Is putting a cross, at your foot and your head,
‘Cause witches and vampire bats are religious
And touching a sign like a cross gives them hideous
Goosebumps and warts,
Hives, the welts and the itches,
Which nobody likes, even vampire bats and witches.
But try not to toss or to turn in your bed.
If you kick off the crosses you’re gonna wake the dead.
The thing to remember, when you go to bed
Is watch out for goblins, who’ll munch on your head.
What stops them is water, so ask for a glass,
Then pour it around, so the goblins can’t pass.
Or else make a run
for the bathroom and turn on the hot and cold faucets
and watch goblins squirm.
As a last chance,
since goblins all fear running streams,
If you don’t own a bathroom, dream water-filled dreams.
So, that’s my advice.
Now, just turn off the light.
Hope you sleep well the next Halloween Night!
The Haunted Palace – Edgar Allen Poe
In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace –
Radiant palace – reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion –
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This – all this – was in the olden
Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A wingèd odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute’s well-tunèd law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace-door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch’s high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn! – for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home, the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
And travellers now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh – but smile no more.
Song of the Witches – Shakespeare (Macbeth)
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.
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