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Halloween Fun Poems | Fun Poems About Halloween

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Details | I do not know? |

It Must Be The Night Of Halloween

Devil horns and candy corns,
It must be Halloween!
Black cats and witch's hats,
It must be Halloween!
Trick or treats and ghosts in sheets,
It must be the night of Halloween!

Dark nights and scary frights,
It must be Halloween!
Werewolves cry as bats fly,
It must be Halloween!
Autumn leaves blow and pumpkins glow,
It must be the night of Halloween!

Monsters roar and owls soar,
It must be Halloween!
Spirits haunt and demons jaunt,
It must be Halloween!
Skeletons walk as vampires stalk,
It must be the night of Halloween!


Written - August, 28th, 2013
For - Russell Sivey's contest - Everything Halloween


Details | ABC |

Beast



Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night, 
from an evil source that I fear to strike. 
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices 
that when I found my stallion horses. 
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide, 
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide. 
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep 
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat 
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast. 
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.

by Keith Relf


Details | Quatrain |

Apple Pickin' Time

Pick those crisp, red McIntoshs, 
And warm some caramel for dippin',
Pick those green Granny Smiths,
And heat some cider for sippin'.

It's time for apple pickin',
Down on the rural farm,
And Halloween treat or trickin',
With some rustic country charm.

From the beginning of September,
To the last day of November,
We will be gone apple pickin',
Makin' fun moments to remember.

Pick those crisp, red McIntoshs,
And warm some caramel for dippin',
Pick those green Granny Smiths,
And heat some cider for sippin'.

None of you will be sobbin',
Cause right before your eyes,
There's a game of apple bobbin',
And some homemade apple pies.



Written for Isaiah Zerbst's contest -  
"Apple Pickin' Time"


Details | Sonnet |

Warlock Halloween

This eerie night when the moonlight drips down Tips of the stars reach out to all this night Darkness has its reign during this night’s crown Showing Halloween the master of fright Took the last pumpkin to its resting place They’re lit for respect of the dead tonight All are glowing wildly within their space Alight to bring awe and joy from this sight Children love to see the path of pumpkins Frightfully dressed to scare with all their might Some of them look like they have rotting skins To front porch they walk smiling with delight They get their candy and scream to enjoy The night sure adds to the fun with their joy
Russell Sivey


Details | I do not know? |

Autumn is Here

Electricity is in the air

as the wind kiss skin and tease hair

 and Red and Gold leaves float 

to the ground

as the little squirrels scurry around



Autumn is here



Pumpkin patch field trips

as apples are dipped in candy

with caramel and buttered popcorn 

and savory turkey legs at this year's state fair

laughing on 

hay rides and carving pumpkins

while eating pumpkin pie 

sitting near a bonfire as the smoke stings our eyes



Autumn is here.



Ghost tales whispered

and

marshmallows roasted 

while sipping hot apple-cider

giving sweets to the sweeties knocking at our door

exclaiming "TRICK OR TREAT" 

and

"MAY WE HAVE MORE"



Autumn is here.



Families gathered together 

seated from great to least

with humble head's bowed

in blessed thanksgiving 

as a kingly feast delight senses

and conjure up images of the next season



Autumn is here.












Details | Tanka |

Creepy Feeling


    Something was watching

        leaving a creepy feeling

            i could not shake it

                finally closing the door

                    behind me eyes in the tree...


Details | Light Poetry |

Lilly and FunkunDilly

Our little Orphan Troll, named Lilly, and was always happy as a lark.
She had a squirrel named FunkunDilly always ready, with fun to embark.
They slept and ate together, and rolled around, playing on the ground.
A happier troll you never could see, as when FukunDilly was around.

I made them matching ninja suits, to practice ninja moves in the park.
And the firemen let them sit up front in the fire truck to blow his horn.
Everything was so very perfect, until all the birthdays came around.
As we discussed the birthdays', Lilly ran to the corner to cry, for real!

Lilly didn’t know when her birthday was, and just knew she’d be left out.
So as I ran to poor, little Lilly, I ask FunkinDilly if she knew the date, about.
She has never spoken, but the little squirrel had come with Lilly, you see… 
Around here, you never know, crazier things seem to happen, a lot lately.

None of Trolls knew their birthdays, and all ended up sulking on the ground.
I let them each pick a day, and they picked Halloween all at once, all around.
They invited all their friends for… after Trick or Treating on Halloween night.
I rounded up tons of cupcakes, and the biggest cake ever seen, to their delight.

That night witches, elves, and fairies showed up, with even a unicorn.
The weird frogs came with the bears... and all, held sparklers up in the air.
It was fun to see the costumes, or at least I hoped, that’s what they were.
Everyone danced around a bonfire… as the firemen laughed, and looked on.

I was talking to one of my neighbors dressed as a witch, when Lilly danced by.
I laughed about how happy Lilly and FunkenDilly were when playing, all the time…
And I wished her mother could see the gleam of fun, which shone in her eyes.
Suddenly, a flash of light! FunkenDilly turned into a Troll, right before my eyes.

The witch was apologetic… for forgetting to turn Lilly’s mom back, for so long.
She had found her raiding her garden, and punished her… about a year, before.
Now, FunkenDilly had had so much fun… that she wanted to be turned right back.
The toll for forgetting …was that she gave them both butterfly wings for the night.

She may not be a Troll, but, I never worry about Lilly when FunkenDilly’s along.
And the witch promised FunkunDilly, she could be a squirrel, for one more year. 
But about that neighbor witch… Whoa Boy! I’ll be WAY nicer from now on, ya hear!
Now, I really can’t wait to make more matching outfits, for Lilly and her mom.


Details | Rhyme |

Candy Crush

It’s Halloween and I've gorged again
Eating as much as several men
Sickened last year, didn't learn then
After I start I can’t say when

Now what’s left is scattered about
Stomach’s gone from thin to stout
Will take months to work this out
I’ll regret it tomorrow without a doubt

Candy corn, bars and lollipops
Tasted so good I couldn't stop
Ate so much my belly might pop
Exhausted on the couch I flop

I have to admit with some dismay
That Haloween’s still a month away
Adding shame to this display
I have to buy more later today

(Everything Halloween Free Poetry Contest 10/9/13)


Details | Free verse |

Halloween Folly

I’m a stodgy old lady with suddenly too much time on her hands.
I was always too work worn to make big Halloween plans...

But as I walked thru Walgreen’s to get my latest meds…
I came up the isle to the You Know- Hoo Hoo of a 2 story black cat, instead.
I ‘d have a silly grin on my face too, with a $49.95 sticker so delicately placed.
As I looked around his You Know Hoo- Hoo…
There was a fan in his foot, breathing life to every corner and nook.
With air going in… where was it going out?
I vote for a whistle in that You Know Hoo Hoo spot.
But fun aside… I decided I could have fun too. So I bought the dang thing.
Finally I got him in place after working my support hose as far as they would go.
Lord have mercy on me… maybe I shouldn’t have took that last med, you see…
For I began to suddenly see possibilities…
I securely anchored his back feet to the ground. 
Then got a small fan to blow on his belly, so he’d rear up on command when the Kids came around. 
I put a bell on its neck to draw their attention right there.
Then I went back and bought 2 white ghosts with pennies to spare.
I set up one to ride on his great big black back.
The other I put in his mouth and ran a string to a post for another effect.
When the kids scream, as surely they will… a ghost will climb out of his mouth
To the post residing there. I could see it flying so bravely and true.
This was amazing I said, as I had a laugh or two.
But that wasn’t enough… It seems I’d had another two med’s.
So I bought a crystal skull with a candle to glow in my lamp on top of the poll.
And got a witchy costume where I’d let my white hair flow.

Then with another med I found a cauldron with dry ice so perfectly placed.
I dreamed up some glowing mushrooms for a ring in my yard to draw the kids in.
Inside the ring was a pumpkin that was cut par excellence. 
A neighbor had made it for me with a fairy on top.
Now instead of a stodgy old bat, they brought their chairs about.
Every night after dinner they came to see what silliness next I would place.
They see me as someone with too much time on her hands, in fact.
I do have a great story and a poem to write this night.
My meds may be dwindling, but it was a hoot and I practiced a rusty old laugh.
And two more neighboring witches came over to help keep the kids in check.
Then two teenage ghouls came by with guitars and a musical score.
Next year beware, I’ll be back at it again, in fact, I’ll do more.
Contest: Holliday Hearth: CSEastman


Details | Narrative |

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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