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Halloween Narrative Poems | Narrative Poems About Halloween

These Halloween Narrative poems are examples of Narrative poems about Halloween. These are the best examples of Halloween Narrative poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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On Halloween Night

My family had money, political power and pride, oh yes pride.
They say that pride comes before the fall, that is so true.
When I was born into the hideous world, my parents lives shattered.
Rains of glass pierced their future, stuck in the shards of sickening.
I was abnormal, not forgivable abnormal either, I was twisted disfigured.
Black tinted irises, the white of eyes tinted red; lips like a slice of a knife.
Fingerless left hand curling into my chest, and no color to my pale skin.

I was taken away immediately, only warmed by my mothers affection.
She loved me when fathers eyes showed only hated from his broken hopes.

I required blood transfusions for my body produced a vial poison.
A modern day vampire with a machine as a supplier.
I watched the world from the outside, the attic window my reward.
The suburb streets filling with families, I grew lonely and I suffered.

I watched as the streets filled with Halloween decorations, interesting.
My mind, sharp as a tack, asked my mother, "could I go out on Halloween?"
She loved me something fierce, I already knew she would say no.
My blood began to boil but I held down my fury as she punctured me.
Another needle in my arm, bruises from every poke laughed at me.
My mother, so caring, before me, held me in her arms and tears silent came.
She mourned me, the damage that father did before he left.
I became host to barbed wire scars on my neck, a knife puncture to the heart.
No matter what he tried, how he tried to kill me, I just could not die.

As I thumbed my wounds, I knew what I had to do.
Mother tried to stop me, I did not wish her harm, but her old heart stopped.
I gathered her in my arms, with the moon as a back light I walked the main street.
Step by step in the sea of trick or treaters, I did not go unnoticed,
I went applauded, the skin that I was in was a costume to the world.
And I knew what I had to do.
This town would wear masks year round. This town would be my town.
This town is Halloween Town. And I am the year round horror show.



08-29-2014
For Contest: On Halloween Night
Sp. Gail Angel Doyle


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October's Gift

It is October again, but I have another in mind
One long ago, and it brings tender memories
It wasn't the usual, of Halloween kind
Of parties and goblins, of which there were many

It was a year of some changes, our family had moved
I was ten years old...struggling and shy
A small little town, I'd been replanted and torn 
It was late in October...now uprooted and more...
A different school....a country lane....no close neighbors next door

On Halloween night, it rained and it poured
The end of the world...I was unhappy and bored
Leaving what had been home, familiar and sure
Where our old street had been filled
With Halloween thrills
Here in the country, ...no one came to the door

I was dressed to go out...but storms plagued the night
My mom understood....she saw my sad plight

She went up to her room, made up her face
She combed up her hair, until it stood on it's roots
Covered her face with black fireplace soot
She threw on her robe, and pulled on dad's boots
Crept out the back door, and to the front porch

When the doorbell rang....I jumped in delight!
Trick-or-treaters had come to our house this dark night!!
When I opened the door, at first I didn't see
It was mom, ...trying to hard, bring me some glee!
She grabbed me and laughed and pulled me to come
Out into the rainstorm....up the road we would run
We ran in the downpour, getting soaked to our skin
Laughing and yelling....such fun it had been!

Later that night, we warmed by the fire
She let me stay up....no one was tired
So cozy and warm...no longer so cold
With popcorn, and candy...and the ghost stories told
That one Halloween, on that night of the storm
Was the best Halloween....and reminds me of home.....
I'll never forget  when each Halloween comes
The gift of the fun....   all thanks to my mom.....


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Halloween Night Zombies

One Halloween night, I woke up screaming, There were many zombies around me, all furiously staring; With their burning red eyes, they were ready to smash my head; When they pulled my arms and legs, I squirmed and jumped out of bed. I ran to take my bike and drove it as fast as I could, I knew they all wanted to eat me, so I thought of hiding in the wood, While I was driving on the way, all I heard were growling sounds, With disco music, it looked like a big celebration outside the grave grounds. “Did they ruin the whole city?” that was a query in my mind, How can I get back to take my shoes and see if my friends are still around? On my way, I saw some female zombies walking with their arms stretched, I tried to avoid them, so scared to see their faces that had been wrecked. I’d finally arrived at the wood but with some bruises, I got off my bike to relieve them with hoarfrosts on leaves and branches; Suddenly, I heard strange sounds not far from the back, I saw group of male zombies… so prepared to attack! I stood, turned around and I could see them everywhere, In morass, I convinced myself to stay alert… losing my poise…I didn’t care; I ran to a long tangled vines and swung myself up to the tree, Once I landed on a big branch, a large snake hissed at me. “I would rather die being eaten and joined with those zombies.” I thought, Than to be poisoned and strangled by a snake, I tried not to be caught; I swiftly took branches to defend myself through an Arnis and Taekwondo, Then, I jumped down back to the zombies with a messed up hairdo. Everyone was coming towards me but I kept calm, With my two crooked branches, I did my best not to be harmed; Profusely perspiring… I courageously prepared myself, When they were approaching, I wondered why a zombie behind was left. As the darkest cloud revealed its full moon and the wolves howled, I recognized the zombie at the back and I cried out, “It’s my Dad!” All the zombies turned around and looked at him, At the snap of my dad’s finger, they went away with him as one team. “Wait for me, Dad, please wait for me!” I was then crying, But they never looked back anymore, all their bodies started melting; I realized that in a Halloween Night, even if it’s so scary it’s also amazing, In the darkest of its night, an angel is still there for us--protecting.
Oct. 20, 2013 8.2o am Notes: ©2013by Leonora Galinta • Arnis Sport/Jendo Arnis is one kind of a martial art sport similar to a karate and taekwondo which is also called stick-fighting sport. To know more about this sport and its origin, you can google it. ;)))) Thank you so much. First Place Contest: Halloween Only Judged: 11/9/13 Sponsor: Poet Skat Second Place Contest: Latest Poem Judged: 11/17/13 Sponsor: Poet Linda/PD First Place Contest: Story Poem Judged: 7/21/14 Sponsor: Poet Carol Eastman


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The Old Man

Up on a hill there was an old house and in it lived Abigail, a young lady without a spouse. One day her doorbell rang and she went to the door. There stood an old man, his head to the floor. He appeared scared and weak so she let him come in, for if she didn’t it’d be a sure sin. The old man smiled and gave his thanks, and she said, “Not to worry, there’s no need to thank.” Abigail and the elder talked for quite a long time. Sharing story after story, and soon drinking wine. The two became very good friends and laughed, and laughed ‘til night came to end. When the next day dawned, they went for a walk, down at the pond they decided to stop. It was frigid and misty, but they enjoyed the stroll because their friendship was warmer than the wind’s dreadful cold. As they stood in front of the calm, cool pond, Abigail asked, “Where do you come from?” The old man laughed a deep, dark laugh, “I come from the boneyard, the place of last breaths. I am the man, which many name Death.” The creeping old man then pulled out a knife and slashed Abigail’s throat before she could fright. Her life left instantly, her body grew cold, and the elder’s smile sparkled like gold. The pond was hungry and the old man knew that Abigail’s corpse would have to go soon. He tied a brick to both of her feet and tossed her away into the deep. As her body sunk into the watery blue, the elder stood there and felt renewed. Back on the trail the aged man went. Not a worry in mind, no remorse ever meant. He did what had to be done, to the grave his soul belonged. The elder approached another ol’ house. He rang the doorbell and waited, innocent as a mouse.


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it's magic

it's magic!

A prestidigitator I know
graciously agreed to show me
how to make quarters vanish
for small children in costume
on Halloween night.

After insufficient practice 
the night came for me to 
offer the choice, "trick, or treat".

Few came by to engage in the 
uh..."hallowed" American tradition
but that is another trick.

When asked "Do you want the trick, or 
do you want the treat?",
everyone, said "treat!", much to my dismay.

The final costumed charges came up,
a probable four-year-old girl
and her younger brother in tow,
mother at the driveway.

I asked her the question, expecting 
the previous answer in return, but
to my keen expectation, she answered "trick!"

I proceeded to pull out a quarter
and do a slight bit of slight-of-hand, 
somewhat clumsily, but when I opened
my hand to drop the vanished coin
into hers, she looked at her empty
hand for a few perplexed seconds,
then began to giggle uncontrollably
- now that, indeed, is magic to me.

© Goode Guy 2012-11-01

she got the "magic" coin and a big candy bar.


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Friday the 13th


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riding out the night 
searching for that solar storm
instead, up ahead
columns of wind 
breach the scene
green trees clobber the place 
as bedlam pulls out the white swords
and once again it's on

808 Boom! 
808 Boom!
808 Boom!

moonlight exsanguinated
even though it was full as can be
no sign of Jason Voorhees either
maybe he's graduated from the mask

this place ain't so scary
I said, 
"THIS PLACE AIN"T SO SCARY!"
(stirring up the devils)
only 15 minutes 'till we're in the clear
Saturday 14 is near


©2014 ~JSL PoetTreez Publishing


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What's Fair

Who decides what's fair?
I dunno - but I can sure
Tell you what's 
NOT FAIR:

Putting out costumed morsels
On Halloween night
And having their parents or other large beasts accompany them
Some of the large ones carry mace
The worst ones
Carry wooden stakes
or CROSSES

Tasty-looking tots go from door to door
Trusting in the kindness of strangers
Who will give them candy
And toys

But not ONE will come
Into my parlor
Willingly or not

I've had a few tugs of war
Over several treats
Who tend to scream
And somebody big always
Comes to their rescue

Then they go away
WIth all their TREATS

Whilst I remain here
Alone
And HUNGRY

Now THAT'S not fair!









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Cirque de Halloween

"In this town, everyone's waiting for the next sunrise."

Gather round children of every age, wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with me and you will see.
Let us set the stage, for this is Halloween.

Whispers hum in the wind. (I am the clown with the tear-away face)
HALLOWEEN! HALLOWEEN! the crowd chants.
Master scares and creeps.

This, our circus on Halloween.
Don't be late now, for after the show, everyone's waiting for the next sunrise.
This is Halloween.

"Life's no fun without a good scare" we sing.
 "I am the wind blowing through your hair; I am the hoo? when you call "who's 
there?!"

I am the one hiding under the bed, teeth grown sharp and eyes gone red." my friend 
sings as the rest of the group sings the pumpkin song. 

"La, la, la la la, la. Life's no fun without a good scare! La, la, la la la, la. THIS IS 
HALLOWEEN! THIS IS HALLOWEEN! HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN.

As the song ends, it is replaced by the eerie tinkling of a music box; slow and scary.

But, hey. That's what we're here for; the scares.


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Please Pass The Entrails

You stand at your front door.  Looking down, you see horror.  You freeze in that spot 
as from under the door, comes the bloody seepage of carnage.

It pools around you.  As you push open the door and walk in, it makes a sickening 
squishing and suction sound.  The gore seeps into your sandals.

You know that you shouldn't, but fear also rules curiosity.  You walk further into the 
room.  Afraid that something is going to attack.

As you step through the room, you here an odd *pop* .  You gaze down at your feet.  
There oozing over your toes, is the remnants of an eye.

Your throat starts to burn, as the bile rises up.  Your eyes lose focus.  You faint and 
slink to the floor.  You lay cuddled in the blood.

Upon your waking, you find yourself soaked in the blood.  It is gelled in your hair.  
When you can finally stand, bits of raw flesh cling to your clothes and cold skin.

There before you are your freshly painted walls.  Covered in...someone.  It is then that 
you notice that you front door is now shut...and locked.

All you can think of, is the plumber that you had called in to fix you leaking kitchen 
faucet.  Oh no!  Is that a pipe wrench?

A noise from behind, has you quickly spinning around.  You see a shadow move.  It 
slinks in to the kitchen.  You give chase.  Stepping on entrails.

You had dreaded this.  You knew it would happen again.  There is no way to stop it.  
There, like the last time,  on the kitchen floor is Diablo, your cat.  Daintily licking it's 
paws.  Looking very satisfied with himself.

You walk towards your little demon of a cat.  It stares back at you with eyes, green as 
jade.  You stand there, not knowing what to say or do.
As Diablo looks and says......

"Next time, order Chinese, O.K."



Ahhhh, I hope I scared you a bit.  This is my Halloween offering for Oct. 5th

Bwwwaaaaahahahaha


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The Diary Of Lord Kellington (18) Finale.....?

I am a pandora's box.

Let loose upon an unsuspecting society.
Once my night life begins,
complications arise.

Let me pen an example.
Keep in mind, it was not my fault.
well, not entirely.

I awoke in my usual good humor.  
I dressed with my usual care.
I gave more than adequate time to
the choice of parties to crash.
I fed Crystal.  Picked up her toys; dead mice and a human ear she had gathered from 
some unsavory alleyway. Kissed her upon her flea ridden cantankerous little head.

Then I stepped outside of my crypt.

Pandemonium ensued!

Young lads running hither and yon.
Screaming!  Bodily functions letting loose.
Not mine, I should add.

You see, it was all quite innocent.
Upon my stepping into the moonlight, one of the young bucks, at that exact same 
time, jumped out from behind the bushes.  Which flank my lair.

He had on the most ghastly costume.
Red cape.  Black tie and tails.  Fake fangs!  
Fake blood dripping from whitened lips.

I may have over reacted....a tad.
My preternatural instincts erupted.
I saw, briefly mind you, a rival in my territory.
I went from the Gentleman of night time adventures, to my full Monstrous glory, in the 
blink of an eye.

I dropped six inches of battle fang.  I bulked up to three times my normal, quite 
muscular, size.
Ruining yet another splendid jacket.  
Oh, what to tell my tailor?

There you have it!
Young men, out and about, on an All Hallow Eve's lark.
Running about as if the Devil himself were after them.

When it was only I.


~Lord Kellington


I hope you have enjoyed our little journey with Lord Kellington.  In what must be just a 
snippet of his long lived life.  
I grew to love his wit, his charm, his devil may care attitude and his kitten..Crystal.
But, the time has come.
I now close the cover on this dusty Tome, to place it, reverently, upon my bookshelf.  
Maybe, on a stormy, wind swept night, I may take it down, to open it once again.
Or perhaps, Lord Kellington, is at this very moment searching for his lost Diaries.  To 
save them from prying eyes, such as ours.  Wanting to kill all who now know his secret.
He could be in your home right now.
Hear that sound?  It wasn't a floor board, nor the house settling.  Nor the wind.
As you are now engrossed with your reading of my warning, he could be standing 
behind you....right now.
Reaching out with hands like claws.  Fangs, ready to rip out your throat...
                    LOOK OUT!!

Happy Halloween   
Bwwwwwaaahahahahahaa


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