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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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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: • 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: Poetess Skat Second Place Contest: Latest Poem Judged: 11/17/13 Sponsor: Poetess Linda/PD


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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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Rent A Ghost

Hello my friend, glad to see you.
I have a question and I really hope you don't mind me asking.
You see...it's...well...really a bit embarrassing.
I suppose I best come out with it then.
Do you know where I can rent a ghost?
Oh my,...well I do say you look a trifle startled.
I do however admit, I was expecting a response like that.
Now let me explain my predicament.
I am expected at a séance on Friday at 8.30pm sharp on behalf of
Lady Riviera.

You see the poor woman has recently lost her husband and in her
hour of grief would like to converse with her dear departed’s spirit.
Well now I surely cannot disappoint her.
On this particular night there cannot be any trickery and well it is
not something I would do at these events anyway.
Oh my goodness no, it would surely ruin the reputation I have built
up carefully over the years.
Now the Ghost I am seeking would of course only be temporary.
I certainly don't want this establishment haunted by the hired spirit.
No, what with all this original Wedgwood crockery that has been in
the family for generations the last thing I would want is any
breakage!

Now my good sir I suppose I best get to the reason I need to hire this
ghost.
You may need to lean in here as I must keep the reason in the utmost
confidence. I shall be entertaining elsewhere on this night.
Yes a silly and rather embarrassing situation. I must say I do feel
quite the fool about it.
I have double booked and well you know we can't be in two places at
once.
You see as the years pass my memory is really not as it once was.
I had simply forgotten about the previous booking until this morning.
I cannot back out of the first booking now especially as all the
relevant paperwork has been done and money has changed hands. Now Lady Riviera has gone through quite a lot of trouble to organise
her soiree and as she is a wealthy benefactor I simply cannot let her
down.

I am at a loss as to how I can please both parties and hence my dear
sir I am seeking your rather knowledgeable advice.
Your name was highly recommended to me by none other than Lord
Arthur and he has suggested that you will know just the right way to
solve this dilemma.
You know us ghosts really do need to stick together in times of crisis!


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The Door Creaks Open

 
   It was All Saints Eve, Halloween,
   And from my window I watched;
Children dressed in various disguises,
   Trick or treating to each house,
    Where Jack-o-lanterns shined;
                      On All Halloween Eve.

   Inside my house candles flickered,
   The corners filled with shadows;
And on an ornate table an Ouija board,
   Waited for my guests to settle,
   It was time to open the door;
                       On All Halloween Even.

   With our hands on the planchette,
   We asked the spirits that dwelled;
To show us a sign, perhaps a presence,
   A long silence was thick and eerie,
   Candles blew out and a door creaked;
                         On All Halloween Even.

   We heard a man's harsh whisper,
   I could feel his breath on my cheek;
As though he was leaning over me,
   All of us were frozen in cold fear,
   As footsteps on wood echoed away;
                           On All Halloween Even.

   It was that very night alone in my bed,
   That I felt my covers being pulled away;
And I had an odd feeling that I was not alone,
   I heard his laughter hanging over me,
    Then I was screaming and screaming;
                            On All Halloween Even.





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September 1, 2013

Narrative

Written by Broken Wings (Constance La France)

For the contest, Everything Halloween, Russell Sivey


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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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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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Ghostly Castle Halloween no. 3

I took my children in October
To a castle in the hills.
We were enchanted by its splendor
Awing grandeur and odd thrills.

Purple plumes of smoke were pouring
From big chimneys in the sky.
The silver moon came out of hiding,
Scary bats began to fly.

I heard moans and groans and cackles
Coming from the castle rooms,
And I thought I saw some witches
Flying wildly on their brooms.

I gathered up my precious children,
Fearing that one could be lost.
With ghosts and goblins in the castle
That would be too high a cost

So I took them to a motel
Where real folks were all about.
Spooks on Halloween is something
I for one can do without.

I took a head count of my children
And I seemed to have one more
Than I did when we went bravely 
Through that big old castle door.

I took him with us trick or treating
Up and down the city street.
He was already dressed in costume;
Eye holes poked ito a sheet.

I got them ready for the bathtub
Before putting them to bed,
And to help the little stranger,
Pulled the sheet from off his head.

I dropped the sheet and left it lying
There upon the bathroom floor.
When I turned to bathe the urchin
He was not there any more.

The next Halloween, my children
Went trick or treating once again.
I counted twice and there were four
Where onlly my three should have been.

So it's been forever, it is
Just the same each Halloween.
I take my children trick or treating
With another in between.

He's just as happy as the others
With his bag of candy treats,
But when I try to free him of them
He's not there beneath the sheets.

I am hoping when my children
Such small pleasures have out grown,
I'll still have the little stranger,
I need not trick or treat alone.

By Joyce







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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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