Lyric Halloween Poems

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Details | Lyric |
I can't get no Halloween candy.
I can't get no Halloween candy.
But I try, and I try, and I try, and I try.
I can't get no.  I can't get no.

Well I'm walking door to door.
And a man comes out to greet me.
But he's telling me there's no more.
So he says he likes my outfit.
What he really means is "beat it!".
I can't get no.  No no no.
Hey hey hey.  That's what I say.

I can't get no trick-or-treat candy.
I can't get no trick-or-treat candy.
But I try, and I try, and I try, and I try.
I can't get no.  I can't get no.

So I'm dressed up like a zombie.
Saying "trick or treat" and "thankyou ma'am".
Still my pillow case is empty.
It took forever to put on this get-up;
Spent two hours just on make-up.
I can't get no.  No no no.
Hey hey hey.  That's what I say.

I can't get no Halloween action.
I can't get no trick-or-treat action.
But I try, and I try, and I try, and I try.
I can't get no.  I can't get no.

Still knockin' on those doors.
I'm trickin' this and I'm treatin' that.
Just trying to make some scores,
But the lady says come back early next year.
I'd be better off just bummin' beer.
I can't get no.  I can't get no.
Halloween candy.  Trick-or-treet candy.
Halloween action.  Trick-or-treat action.
Satisfaction.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014




Details | Lyric |

The ghosts and goblins are out tonight
If you don’t watch out you might get a fright!
Super heroes are dressed with a cape
Some costumes might have reflection tape.

You might see Indians with paint on their face
Or maybe a bride all dressed in lace
A jack-o-lantern all big and round
Or a mummy that doesn’t make a sound.

A princess with a pretty dress
Maybe even a costume where you have to guess
You might even see a trash can walking about
Or something so scary you may even shout.

How bout someone dressed as a present
A flower costume would be ever so pleasant.
A robot that will walk all stiff
A dog that walks round and might sniff

A witch with a nose so ugly and big
Do you think someone will dress as a pig?
I wonder if someone will dress as a dog
Or maybe look like a big fat log.

I know, how bout dressing up like a pickle
Dress up like money, how bout a nickel.
No matter what costume you wear
You’ll probably get laughs or even a scare.

Make sure you say trick or treat
If you’re polite you’ll get goodies to eat.
So young or old and in between
I hope you all have a Happy Halloween!

By…….barbara.poor

Copyright © Barbara Poor | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
Don't sit inside and wear a frown,
go outside see what is found.
Gaurenteed you won't be bored,
the four seasons will be adored.
Winter for Christmas, Spring brings flowers,
all that grows loves warm showers.
Summer we swim and get lean,
fall brings a Boo on Halloween.
No matter what time of the year,
the four seasons are enjoying and dear.
So Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall,
these great seasons complete all.

Copyright © Diane Pennestri | Year Posted 2016




Details | Lyric |
Hello? Hello? Is anyone here? I am here for the “Freak Show”. Fine don't come out. If you can't see yourself in a mirror, Come here Come here. If you don't fit in, Come here Come here. If you're full of terror, Come here Come here. If your made of tin, Come here Come here. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Down here we don't judge, We don't care if your fudge, If you have flames, Or even fangs, If your made of fur, or if you purr, Come down for the Freak Show. 30 seconds on the clock, Those hands go tik tok, It's almost time for halloween night, Get ready for a real fright! Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Just scare those kids, Into little bits, I'm sure they won't mind, It isn't a crime, Invite them inside, For a little surprise, You are supernatural, Or even bichemical. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. WELCOME HOME.

Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |
Daddy I'm a Zombie
I eat brains night and day
My flesh is falling off my bones
as it's turning gray 

Last night I was bitten
as I went out on my walk 
My tongue is feeling numb
it's strange that I can talk

Daddy I'm  a zombie
I'm part of the undead
daddy are you listening 
have you heard a word I've said?

Tonight I'm going out
to get someone to eat
I'll gather up some brains
to last until next week

daddy I'm a zombie 
but there's no need to fear
I may leave tonight
but I'll be back next year!

Copyright © Anne Hessler | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed
With all your best friends from back in the day
Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks
I'm on the front line of battle
Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle
puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples
crack in Lauren's snapple
Staddle Liz like mclovin
But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass
Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle
Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles
Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle
Its abominable, so unbelievable
But its inevitable, the end is kissable
I have rattled these kids psyches 
squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery 
hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets
as the  creepy bells of the chapel ring


I remain a mystery
You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to
Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room
Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom
Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms
Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too
You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you
Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe
And As you look the other way,
I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck
Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next
Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy  rex 
with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch
Hang him from bunny man bridge
Yo dude turn the lights on
But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script
Its bewitched with no miss to kiss
Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit

So the town clock strikes half past 3
There's one last gas before i must sleep
Or i will crash fast if the light touches me
Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream 
I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks
Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens
As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe
Run up on you  with nine a knife, and the head of your wife
Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive
To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear
Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears
And as you look up in the mirror
I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair
as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then
Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor
But I hear a knock on the door
Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy,  just got a cold sore"

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2012

Details | Elegaic Lyric |
Shadowy Scavengers 

The darkest hour of the  hallowed night 
Wake up the blood dried shadows with
Unfulfilled desires rotting in  purgatory
Wriggle out of their graves to earth flying
To  their unwanted descendants' homes
To fill them with fearful reminders that
Their ancestors are connected through blood ties
Beware of the denizens of the night!

Crosses and candles at the door
Scare these lifeless invisible parchments away
Thresholds laden with goodies satiate these 
One night scavengers howling with the wind
Gifting and treating the tiny devilish vampires
Purge them of their undoings and guilt ridden lives
All the empty hungry souls are tricked 
To the golden ladder of salvation to heaven


EIGHTH
Balveen Cheema
October 18, 2015
Contest: Halloween- Prompt-2
Sponsor: Bev Smith

Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |
Death
Zombies are out tonight
The dead are ready to fight 
Kill
Monsters are under the bed
Staining your blankets red 

What will you do 
When you find out that 
Hell is true
What will you say
When you see
It’s no longer day
The night is coming for you 

Why are you so comfortable
While monsters are having a ball 
Why are you so naïve
When zombies are ready to thieve   

Death
Zombies are out tonight
The dead are ready to fight 
Kill
Monsters are under the bed
Staining your blankets red

This may be just another Halloween song 
But these nightmares just may
Keep you up all night long 
Not matter what you say
This night is fading to grey
You better be ready to fight

What will you do 
When you find out that 
Hell is true
What will you say
When you see
It’s no longer day
The night is coming for you

Death
Zombies are out tonight
The dead are ready to fight 
Kill
Monsters are under the bed
Staining your blankets red

Copyright © Zach Mitchell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
DO YOU NEED A DRESS FOR A HALLOWEEN STROLL?
I MEAN THE PERFECT ONE TO MAKE YOU ROLL?
THEN HEAR ME OUT AND FOLLOW NOT THE WIND:
 AND TRULY YOU SHALL ENJOY THE HALLOWEEN.

 A MOUTH WITH PROTRUDING INCISORS,
SHARP AND FEROCIOUS AS A BABY SCISSORS:
AND A BLEEDING MOUTH TO CHARM ALL THE VAMPIRES
WILL MAKE YOU THE PERFECT ATTIRE.

A FACE SO GREEN AND EYES BLOOD SHOT AS IN THE MOVIES
WITH AN OVERGROWN HAIR DYED WHITE,GIVES THE FEAR DISEASE.
LIKE GANDALF'S,SO BE YOURS AND YOU ARE IN.
FOR THIS IS A PERFECT HALLOWEEN.

A HEAD WITH PROTRUDING HORNS,
CONJUGATED WITH ELVISH EARS WITH THORNS,
GIVES A PERFECT HALLOWEEN IMPRESSION.
BUT DON'T FORGET A BLACK OVERCOAT.IT IS NO DIGRESSION.

RUN TO THE MARKET AND ASK FOR THE DEVIL'S PERFUME
AND BE BACK BEFORE THE HALLOWEEN TUNE.
YOU ARE ALMOST IN FOR THE MARCH
BECAUSE MANY VAMPIRES SHALL WATCH YOU PASS.

..THEN YOUR HALLOWEEN DRESS IS COMPLETE IF
YOUR MOUTH BLEEDS THE TRUEST BLOOD
THAT WILL MAKE THE VAMPIRES PROUD.
LOOK IN TO THE MIRROR AND ENJOY THE SIGHT.

THUS YOUR HALLOWEEN DRESS IS COMPLETE.
BUT DO NOT FORGET:
IF YOU SLEEP IN YOUR HALLOWEEN DRESS,
YOU WILL MEET THE DEVIL AS I DID.

Copyright © Gerald Nforche | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |
SUNG TO THE TUNE OF “MY FAVORITE THINGS” 
As Found in the “Sound of music”
Lyrics by JTC



I like confections, that feed all my craving
Macaroons covered with coconut shavings
Sugar plum cookies so big, you should share
Theses are the things that I like to prepare

Raspberry jelly, fills my cookie centers
The icing on top, I learned from my mentors
Sprinkling Jimmies fly free through the air
Theses are the things that I like to prepare

Marzipan made from pumpkin and spices
Covered in chocolate, serves all my vices
Lemon drop candies are made with such care
These are the things that are fun to prepare

But when the night comes, and the moons out
And I’m feeling dead
I simply remember, that I like fresh brains
And turn to eat them, instead

Eyeballs and ears with curdled blood icing
I hand the brains to others for slicing
Mincing the meat, to make pies with a flare
These are a few of the things I prepare

My special treat, are raw ladies’ fingers
As soon as they’re served, they seldom do linger
When pickling livers, the others just stare
But these are the things that I like to prepare

I boil skulls till they’re soft and chewy
Cook down the blood till it’s thick and gooey
Resisting these snacks,  Is the thing I can't bare
Cause these are the things that I like to prepare

But when the day comes and the suns out
And I’m filled with life
I simply return to the living again
And cook up some sweets........ till night

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
As life comes to pass
We think of what will be,
Always in our minds,
The past events that must end,
The past shall be barred,
The life that once was,
Will be laid to rest,
Great respect,
To those who have gone,
Now we can take joy,
Knowing that this is,
A new beginning,
A new happiness,
A new life,
At our Cemetery Wedding On Halloween.

Copyright © M.L. Goodwin | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |
A couple of zombies were walking down the street
Those coupla zombies were my girlfriend and me
Looking to go out and terrorize the town
Searching for some brains but no one was around
We searched and searched but found nothing
It seems everyone was hiding from my girlfriend and me
We gave up and returned to our graves
Decided we would eat some other day
Oh won't you feed us?
Feed us some flesh
Oh won't you feed us
Some brains would be best
Oh won't you feed us?
We're hungry for you!
Oh won't you feed us
Your brains will do
So I guess it will suffice to say
My girlfriend and I never ate that day
Life's real hard being zombified
Sometimes we both just wish we had died

Copyright © Tommy Carson | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It's our town, everybody screm
In this town of Halloween

I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red

I am the one hiding under yours stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair

Copyright © Broken Lyndsey Gaurkee | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |
On Halloween, ghosts are seen,
skeletons too, they may be you,
Trees come alive at night,
Gorillas too,
They may be you.

(written by my firstborn son as a child)

Copyright © Arlene Binner | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |
Four years later, it's hard to hate her,
And yet the blisters blossom away;
It doesn't mean loving is any easier,
Than it was on that painful day.

In the darkness it's easy to harness,
The mood of a brewing old witch,
Four years later, the same stew brewing,
Always ripping with every new stitch.

In the morning my mind begins sorting,
The emotions of the previous night,
When I ponder the pain and the envy:
This vain vampire with a casual bite.

Four years later, it's no debate- her
Views will always be malignant it seems:
I'll slip in a few drops of poison myself,
Destroying her presence only in dreams.

Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |
water in my misty like tears
rolling down my~ 
dreams 

watery pools of dreams 
bathing the haunting of me~

haunted by pass 
things that go 
bump in the night

things that hold you 
so tight 
you can't even 
breath  

with bare Breast
heaving up and down
with deep pleases 

the Beast knows 
you can never 
leave 
forever trap 
in the mounting  
of flesh...

aka:lyricvixen

Copyright © verlecia fields | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |
The dance floor here is heaving
Seething bodies coyly weaving
Down town in Sanfrancisco
At the best halloween disco
Gyrating and rotating
Wildly spinning and pulsating

Oh, oh, oh..... oh.....oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh..... oh.....oh, oh

Slow dancing with a werewolf
Dressed in his black tuxedo
Gliding softly on his bare hoofs
He's flaunting his libido....

Oh, oh, oh..... oh.....oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh..... oh.....oh, oh

The music is hypnotic
Bodies moving quite erotic
Down town in Sanfrancisco
At the best halloween disco
Rotating and gyrating
Wildly captivating

Oh, oh, oh..... oh.....oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh..... oh.....oh, oh

Slow dancing with a werewolf
Dressed in his black tuxedo
Gliding softly on his bare hoofs
He's flaunting his libido....

Oh, oh, oh..... oh.....oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh..... oh.....oh, oh

Slow dancing with a werewolf
Dressed in his black tuxedo
Gliding softly on his bare hoofs
He's flaunting his libido.....

Oh, oh, oh..... oh.....oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh..... oh.....oh, oh

Jane Shiels (C)

Copyright © Jane Shields | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
call the grim reaper
tell him to postpone
give him a rain check
hang up the phone

'cause you're living real slowly
speed up, run steady
bite the cap off a pen
wondering when you'll be ready

oh, 'cause the air never stops
talking 'bout the local drama
while your ear's already buzzing
with your ghostly mental trauma

'cause your brain never stops
even love can't cure the worst
while your ear's always been buzzing
with those voices, say the words

grim reaper, will you cure me?
i've been living off of flight or fight
grim reaper, you're so pretty
i've been living with no light

Copyright © Ashlea Senft | Year Posted 2017