Halloween Poems For Kids - Page 2

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.

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.

I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;
I am a jack-o’-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know
I am fooling.