Spooky Halloween Poems
Published: October 2020
Halloween is a fun holiday, but it can also have elements of darkness. Some people enjoy the spookiness of it. They enjoy being frightened by paranormal activity, haunted houses, witches, death, spirits, and scary movies. These poems are for people who like the terrifying aspects of Halloween.
17 Scary Halloween Poems
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1. Night Of Fright
Monsters stalking through the night.
Halloween is the Night of Fright.
Fear is what this night brings,
Along with many other things.
Are you sure you are prepared?
Tonight is not for the easily scared.
Creatures from hell roam on this night,
For tonight is the Night of Fright.
Trick or treat you say,
You should not have waited until the end of the day.
Tonight you will lose your tricks and treats,
For the monsters need to eat.
You better not take this night lightly,
Or else you will truly learn what fright means.
In ancient times people feared this night,
The night they greeted with fright.
Why they were so scared you will soon see,
On this "All Hollows' Eve."Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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2. Black Trees, Ghosts, And Bumble Bees
Lying on your bed just like every other night,
There is something that'd give grown men fright,
There's a black figure stalking in the night,
And it won't go away until dark turns to light,
It's the very thing that we all give up breathing,
It's the latest toy it's a werewolf being,
It's so scary and it's breathing in the night,
The creature jumps off and it takes to flight,
You can scream all you want to but that won't scare,
Too small for a dragon but too large for a bear,
Leave your lights turned on and turn up your favorite song,
Call in your parents but they won't help you now,
You've gone too far so you can't get back out,
It's not that silly monster in your closet,
Your Aunt's picture in your heart shaped locket,
No old black magic or any trick of the mind,
It pulls you in and soon you're entwinedFeatured Shared StoryDear Coral, I am an adult woman that loves-so far-Halloween. I really enjoyed your poem. Please keep writing.
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3. Halloween Party
Cold night on Craggy Height,
The witches make ready their yearly flight.
Old brooms rewoven, blackest cats chosen.
When they fly tonight, there'll be no dozing.
The Man in the Moon cringes and reels
As the squadron ascends in hair-raising squeals,
Cursing and searching with wide-eyed stares
For the first to be caught, alone, unawares.
One night a year, this horrible team
Is free to wander--on Halloween.
Free to wander through graveyards and homes
Searching for eyes and toes and bones.
Nine "ingredients" in all must be found,
Then drawn and quartered and carefully bound.
For the larders are low, the potions and stews,
The awful black broths, the green gooey brews.
So, beware little frogs, little newts, little boys;
Beware ALL you mortals--make little noise!
For the night is long, and the heyday is high
'Ere the witches remount and return to the sky,
With their treasures all bundled like bogus St. Nicks
To a party up north that I hope you will miss!Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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4. Black Hood
You know you've seen it around before
Tailing your car to the grocery store.
Just out of sight from where you stood
That fleeting and unforgettable black hood.
From the back of the line in the coffee shop
To the streets, hidden behind a bus stop.
'It's following me,' you decide for good.
That evasive and eerie black hood.
Taunting you, holding a bouquet of flowers
A haunting feeling you remember for hours
Frightening you more than it should,
That ominous and daunting black hood.
Jolting awake in the middle of the night
It's outside of your window; your fear ignites.
Losing more sleep than you ever thought you could,
That sinister and possessive black hood.
Now you can't even walk down the hall
Without panicking; it's everywhere...yet nowhere at all
Your crutch is the wall and its sturdy wood
That terrifying and ubiquitous black hood.
It's paralyzed you, with fear and uncertainty
Snatching your thoughts and seizing your clarity
If you knew a way to stop this, you would
That uncontrollable and engrossing black hood.
Today is Halloween, the day of the dead.
Trudging home with feet heavier than lead,
You hear footsteps behind you, so you stop in your tracks.
You're shaking with terror, that feeling is back.
But this time, it's different; something's wrong.
Though your fear is the same, ever so strong,
Now it's closer, behind you, there's a knife at your back!
The last thing you see before the world turns black...
is
a
Hood.Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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5. One Good Scare
I saw a shadow passing by,
Thinking it just a trick of the eye.
I turned on the light, but no one was there,
Though I noticed a fragrance, thick in the air.
Convinced all was well, I lay myself down,
But then, without warning, came a frightening sound.
I could hear right beside me, so crystal clear,
Someone was breathing right in my ear.
I turned on the light and jumped out of my bed,
This time I was certain it was not in my head.
The quiet that followed seemed abnormally loud,
And there, in the doorway, I saw a dark cloud.
It floated right toward me as fast as could be,
And then it just stopped, quite suddenly.
And there I could see an old woman's shape,
Dressed in a flowing, black, hooded cape.
Slowly her eyes looked straight into mine,
I felt locked in her stare for what seemed a long time.
But then she just smiled a sick, toothless grin.
As she lapsed into a wild and swift, twirling spin.
I felt mesmerized by this terrible sight,
Unable to move, paralyzed with fright.
And then once again came that sweet, sickening smell,
Perhaps, I was smelling the doorway to hell.
A sinister cackling filled up the room,
She sounded like a murderous, malevolent loon.
She reached out her hands with black, claw-like nails,
And then from her mouth came a torturous wail.
Her spinning slowed down and came to stop,
Just like a child's toy, spinning top.
And then she was gone, she just disappeared.
But I sat there unmoving, still lost in stark fear.
Then I crawled back to bed and curled up by the light.
Grasping my Bible with all of my might.
Praying and praying with heartfelt concern,
That this monstrous spirit might make a return.
I watched as the clock ticked the long night away,
Longing for the light of a brand new day.
And over and over, I relived what I'd seen,
And then suddenly remembered, it was Halloween.
Well it gave me relief; I now lay there quite calm,
The horror I felt was suddenly gone.
That crazy old woman was supposed to be there,
On this day, above all, I deserved one good scare.
Well I felt like a load had been lifted from me,
And as I relaxed I fell quickly to sleep.
But I never forgot what that night I had seen,
And when I was treated to a true Halloween.Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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6. Halloween Chills
On this night of spooks and gnomes
Of swooning leaves and cringing crones
Of legends told from ear to ear
Of shrieking cats that grin and sneer
Over the hill and past the tree
A haunted house there said to be
With chill and mist to pierce your soul
And whispering winds to keep you cold
Heed the whispers straight from hell
To keep you safe from witchy spells
For through this night of devilish play
All who tread will rue the dayFeatured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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7. Witches' Moon
On 'Tober nights ere Witches' Moon,
spirits sway and creatures croon.
As darkness falls and shadows grow,
haints and haunters fain to show.
Dry bones rise up to join the fun,
clink and clacking as they run.
A straggly scarecrow 'stride a broom.
rides beside her ghastly groom.
And long before faint daylight comes
banshees beat upon their drums.
Well shivers creep along your spine,
wolves and wildies woof the time.
Then ghosties in the woods do soar,
shrieking loudly with a roar.
A caterwauling in the gloom,
wailing at the Witches' Moon.
With all the ghoulish guests now here,
time to dine, since dawn is near.
Please pass the wildroot, pass the cake.
Plates begin to levitate.
Now pale light creeps across the sky.
Morning's nigh, 'tis time to fly.
So with a whimper, not a bang,
vampyre bares his single fang.
Pale zombies pass the graveyard gate
with their clumsy, stumbly gait.
And with a quiver and a moan
howling dogs slink home alone.
Your heart slows down within your chest.
Beastie souls lie down to rest.
As spirits sway and creatures croon,
bid goodnight, wan Witches' Moon.Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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8. Halloween Is Here
Dark and mysterious creepy night.
Pumpkin masks shining bright.
Scary monsters, witches' brew.
Trick or treat, you have to choose.
Some dark stranger knocking at my door.
Is he the devil? I'm not too sure.
All I can see is his silhouette.
I've never believed in ghosts, yet still I sweat.
Yes, Halloween's arrived; there's no place to hide
When ghosts and demons come alive.
Halloween night has lost its way.
Too many crazy people now come out to play.
So, I'll close my curtains,
Switch off the lights.
They'll be no Trick or Treat
For me this night.Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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9. Anything Goes On All Hallows' Eve
The sun set in the early eve.
No light could pierce those mammoth trees.
Dark and dense for miles wide,
You could wander lost forever inside.
Oh, the tales of horror that Forest weaved
Of monsters and ghosts behind each tree.
Werewolves howling at the fullest moon
Those screeches of witches and baleful loons.
We'd hike all day and camp at night
When those campfire stories would fill us with fright.
Tales of terror too grim to conceive
But anything goes on All Hallows' Eve.
We knew we wouldn't get much sleep.
Instead, we'd listen to footsteps creep.
We'd watch the shadows in the firelight,
Staying quiet and safely out of sight.
Blood splatters upon the walls of our tent.
We'd cling and we'd cry, repent and lament.
We'd tell ourselves that it was all make-believe
And that anything goes on All Hallows' Eve.
The night was so black, and the air was so chilled,
The hours passed by as if time had stood still.
Some fetid, foul creature whispered nearby,
And from deep in the woods came a scared baby's cry.
Some would become full of panic and fear,
They'd run into the forest and just disappear!
Filled with such horror, they'd suddenly flee
Forgetting anything goes on All Hallows' Eve.
We would doze off and awake, again and again
Until the harrowing night finally came to an end.
And we'd wait for the welcome light of the day
And see another Halloween just creep away.
Then the sound of the leaves in the soft autumn breeze
And the sun peeking through those fluttering leaves
Filled us with so much relief inside
We couldn't believe we had somehow survived.
But we'll do it again come this time next year,
With no trepidations, hesitation, or fear,
Because nothing was really as sinister as it seemed
It's just that anything goes on All Hallows' Eve.Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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10. Halloween Night
When days grow short and nights get cold
And autumn trees turn red and gold,
Move, we may, through sun drenched days
'Midst leaves and berries and bales of hay.
In our hearts we feel the lure
Toward darkness, shivers, and things not pure,
While ghostly shadows creep slowly by,
Spying on witches and brooms that fly.
Icy fingers that grab their prey
And do bad things 'til night turns to day.
Heed this plea to stay inside.
Find covers and blankets and sheets to hide.
Slowly this night will fade to day
And fiends and monsters will crawl away.
Once a year, on this dank night,
We'll shake and shiver 'til morning light.Featured Shared StoryWhat a brilliant poem that perfectly captures Halloween Night.
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11. Fearful, Foggy Night
Damp darkness befalls as gray fog settles in.
Frightening shadows lingering within.
Footsteps echo through the black, eerie night
With scrapings and rustlings, yet nothing in sight.
Misty clouds floating across the dull moon.
Heart stopping feelings of horror and doom.
Howling squeals pierce the smoggy air.
My heart pounding harder in panicky fear.
The faster and faster I try to race,
My shaky, weak legs won't keep up the pace.
A scary, awful blood-curdling scream.
I feel so faint, as if in a dream.
Ghostly eyes glowing in bushes distant,
Getting closer and closer in an instant.
Frozen stiff, I shut my eyes tight,
Holding my breath with all my might.
Then swishing past in the chilly breeze,
Opening one eye, I suddenly breathe.
Finally putting my fears at ease.
Oh, it's just Trick or Treaters on All Hallows' Eve!
Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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12. Halloween Night
The corpse that walks,
its solemn line.
The vampire stalks,
finds blood to dine.
The werewolf howls
at the silver moon.
His human form
what's showing at noon.
The mummy's cries
of pain and loss.
His wraps that musty smell and moss.
The witch that flies,
upon her broom
casting curses
and spelling doom.
The black cat scurries,
hisses and claws
through the graveyard walks his paws.Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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13. In Darkest Woods He Wandered
In darkest woods he wandered,
one moonless stormy night.
The tree limbs made him shiver
reaching out through lightning's light.
The thunder rumbled its deep warning
and spoke of dreadful things;
for he was out on Halloween
with all its dark heart brings.
His path led through the woods for miles
and eyeballs watched him travel;
He could feel their wicked smiles
while trying hard not to unravel.
Would he live another hour
or would dark forces take him down?
Would they this traveler overpower?
Did he hear hoof beats on the ground.
The thunder clapped the lightening flashed.
The tree limbs reached to slap at him;
He heard the evil cackle while
all his senses seemed to dim.
The rain was in his face now
as the storm just seemed to grow;
he was lying on his back
and how, he didn't know.
The fear engulfed his total being
he couldn't even speak
and all the evil he was seeing
only served to make him weak.
He jerked awake and saw beside him
another frightened form.
Somehow they both were now
together in this awful storm.
He looked at her beside him
and said with eyes quite wide;
I don't feel like sleeping out,
I think I'll go inside!Featured Shared StoryGreat spooky writing! Halloween is one of my favorite holidays and I love to read Halloween/supernatural writing year round.
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14. Halloween Night
Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.
I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.
A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.
Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.
The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.
Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.
These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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15. The Vampire's Kiss
Beware the kiss of the living dead.
It will leave you wanting.
Hunger delays once he's fed
But soon restarts the hunting.
Daylight breaks and brings the night
As deadly sleep takes over,
And when the moon renews its light
The corpsed shell grows colder.
A woman walking down the street,
An invitation to dinner.
She never hears the silent feet
That carry the deadly sinner.
And as the fangs sink down deep,
The hunter takes his prey.
He prays the Lord her soul to keep
Then slowly backs away.
Beware the kiss of the living dead.
It will leave you wanting.
Hunger delays once she's fed
But soon restarts the hunting.Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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16. Vampires
What I'm about to tell you, you must keep it on the low.
Vampires are dangerous, so don't tell them no.
They're both beautiful and mysterious,
Big fangs, dressed in black; blood is what they want.
Their unbelievable strength
They run so fast it's hard to escape.
Your pain gives them pleasure.
Remember this if you ever run into one,
For you may be the next if you tell the rest.Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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17. A Halloween Poem For Children
No one heard the old Gal make a word
A sound or noise any Christian ever heard
As she walked through the village once every moon
To buy some few vittles and leave none too soon.
Her purchases gripped in a dark burlap sack
Which she'd owned forever and fit 'cross her back.
Town folk would glance up from their every town's chore
In hope this time they'd see her no more.
Now a young girl called Mattie, a postal clerk's lass
Sat curly and giddy as the yon harridan passed
Unlike her town folk whose fear made them shy
She stood next to the mile marker and caught the hag's eye.
"Go home my plum lassie, you've nothing with me,"
Spoke the old woman coarsely as she turned round a tree
But Mattie had studied about a reply
And was soon to speak it when a trick caught her eye.
For the old tree was rotten and hollow inside.
Mattie thought the old woman crawled in it to hide.
With her eyes wide as saucers she peeked curiously within,
Two wrinkled arms grabbed her and she was not seen again.Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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