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Halloween Sonnet Poems | Sonnet Poems About Halloween

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

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Evil Basks

It’s a dimly lit, darkly entombed spot Here sits a lone black weeping willow tree Night encroached leaving nothing you can see Its cold, nothing about this place is hot Not a ray of light surrounds to get caught Evil basks within the nooks quite empty She sits, there on a stump she sits flatly Devoid of emotion, hope isn’t brought Expressionless she stands with great power The tree bows right to her beck and call She stands mighty and tall like a tower Grove seems to be protected by a wall All who happen to see her would cower All she sees is hate, her soul crushes all * Left over Halloween poem, I forgot to post this, enjoy! Russell Sivey

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Halloween Night Spectacular

She sits on a broomstick, one that’s floating Looking at the full moon, she is gloating She holds the fiercest lit pumpkin ever Glowing with a demented face clever Below is a witch near a huge cauldron She’s stirring greatly for a large potion Both of them cackling evilly with glee While pumpkins shutter on ground fearfully An owl calls his song along the long night And the bats carry their own sounds with might There are red blinking eyes within the tree The witches both desire to be quite free Free of the restrictions of Halloween They want to go out any night between
Russell Sivey

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A Halloween Sonnet

When the wind in the Hollow begins to cry
And the rustling leaves begin to fly
When black ink seeps into an autumn sky
As the man in the moon begins to rise

When pumpkins turn evil and bare their teeth
And sit on your doorstep waiting to eat
The hobblin, goblins, passing down the  street
As the dead in the graveyard slowly creep 

When a cackle, crackles into the night
When bats and witches on broomsticks take flight
When you find yourself trembling, filled with fright
Lost in the chill, thrill of a scary sight

As you run door-to-door for trick or treat
On a night when no one,  will dare to sleep.

Everything Halloween
September 1st, 2013

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Be quiet now, the full moon scrapes the hour
when evil ghouls crawl on bleak streets, unknown 
a gruesome feast they thirst to devour 
the carnage of the living, down the bone.
As midnight howls, dare not open the gates
shadows can transform into bloody paws;
to unplug the light, a rampage awaits
the wailing screech of flesh drilled by chainsaws.
From graveyards of old, more corpses arise
with maggots on tongue gnawing spoiled debris,
and hissing winds darken the view; be wise
since terror reeks a plague like a red sea.

It's witching time; beware of fright undone
Pray... I'm one of them watching you, so RUN!

Gail Doyle's On Halloween Night Contest

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The Poetry of Halloween

It’s autumn time, and leaves are turning gold.
Before the harvest , folks still celebrate
a fascinating holiday of old.
With black and orange, you might decorate
the inside of your home. Perhaps you’ll thrill
to carve a pumpkin with a scary face.
Black cats might pose upon your windowsill
while ghosts and goblins hang from your fireplace.

As darkness creeps, it’s likely you will see
parades of costumed children in the streets,
so if they’re seen in your vicinity,
remember to be generous with treats.
And if a haunting wind begins to blow,
the poetry of Halloween may flow!

Written Sept. 10, 2013 for Russell Sivey's Everything Halloween Poetry Contest

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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

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Trio on Halloween

There’s no moon out tonight, the witch killed it She’s an evil soul, with a black spirit Deep and dark she has turned really green A perfect color just for Halloween Next to her is a flying bat above She often gives him a real jolting shove To see him change into the vampire form Frightening being that loves her alarm Next to them strolls the motioning scarecrow Desiring to catch the lost that don’t know How evil the trio surely are tonight The trio have red beady eyes that fright This night is the only night they come out Halloween is what this is all about
Russell Sivey

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A Valentine Sonnet

Oh, how lonely might I be this sad year? With no chocolates, love, or Valentine. . . A Halloween at home, Christmas, no cheer, Now February, with none to call mine ! So will I spend it sadly, bored, at home, Writing, or reading, or browsing the 'net? Spend a lovers holiday all alone- Distracting myself, hoping to forget. 'Least without chocolate, I won't gain weight. And the flowers would just wilt anyway! And it cost money to go on ONE date, So why do I care, it's only one day. . 'Cause Cupid shot not an arrow, but dart, Oh, and I want to be someone's sweet heart!

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Beautiful Lies

December 18, 2012

Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach

Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate

Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new

The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?

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Heavy Halloween

*Heavy Halloween 

Atlanta 1997, my first visit to America I recall
I went with a friend called joyous Jessica 
With no real intention of “dressing up” at all 
But to see and know what Halloween is after all.
There came a beautiful girl Iris and asked me
If I wanted my face to be painted for Halloween play.
Nodding I consented, I don’t know why till today
She painted my face as nothing in particular to see.

Ah, the experience of looking into her eyes blue
Touching her alluring body almost to the full
And she touched my heart while she painted
It was the beginning of relationship wonderful 
What a sweetheart! What a heavy Halloween fool!
Wherever you’re, Iris, with love I’m still painted.

Heavy meaning wonderful

Dr. Ram Mehta
Fifth Place win in:
Contest: Holiday hearth by Linda-Marie, the sweetheart of the PS