Free Verse Halloween Poems | Examples
These Free Verse Halloween poems are examples of poetry about Free Verse Halloween. These are the best examples of Halloween Free Verse poems written by international poets.
he was a hybrid; no one had a name
that was fine, he knew his calling
he was a flesh-eater, a blood-drinker
he liked his food still moving and warm
his parents had disappeared years ago
he spent his life in the forest
a thick furry outer skin kept him warm
his enormous feet helped him to travel fast
hunters had tried to capture and kill him
one of them had met a terrible fate
no one understood what had happened
werewolf? vampire? something in between
he loved chasing down his prey
food was singing a little song this morning
he followed her down the bramble bush line
waiting for his chance
death hunter appeared on the back of a flying skeleton
the first thing I noticed was his hooked beak and dead eyes
they were both straight from the bowels of the underworld
neither spoke, yet there was some kind of animation
they circled around my bed, I felt here to claim me
I waited for the grab I knew was coming
anticipating being snared and dragged into the never world
the terror I felt cannot be described in any language
I was a goner, resigned to my fate, feeling vulnerable and alone
Nothing could save me; they were scarier than the grim reaper
the death hunter put up a bony finger in warning, and they circled again
I shuddered, closed my eyes, and waited for the grab.
crackled lightning was frightening
that was me ghost said in a boast
could loud thunder have been a blunder?
it gave me a bit of a twitch said the witch
young ghoul did not understand the rule
twisted slightly, scene was unsightly
Halloween so vividly and intensely in the swing
stormy night made it right for a Jack-o-lantern king
Ghouls just wanna have fun
I smirked when I heard this
who said it? Just one?
Don’t know said my friend Chris.
we were at a Halloween ball
and this slogan was being passed around
not by one, but by all
the answer I swiftly found
There was a young ghoul named Jenny
She did not have a filter, not any
She told everything she knew, was about twenty-two
Ghouls just wanna have fun was something for her to do.
one distraction at tonight’s rodeo was all it took
for him to lose his balance, concentration and one leg
we were confident in the corn maze
until we reached the tall black ghoul
garbed in wrinkly clothes
with a face that could frighten a devil
we sisters were the brave ones
our brothers hid behind us
terrified of whatever was about to happen
the ghoul held something in his left hand
was that a skinny buzz saw?
Two of the boys took off screaming
the other sister and I held hands
as we approached the monster
ready to give him severe words
for scaring our big brothers.
Bewitching winsome witch played to the Halloween crowd
Many old wizards cheered for her to win, long and hard
Gliding past the festivities was a huge October cloud
Intrigued and mesmerized thanks to her spell, he paused and bowed.
the front of that book said thirty cute bats
Cute bats! What about a bat would be cute?
I shuddered a little at the thought.
Then I looked at the artwork.that accompanied that cover
It was a darling stained glass bat
A bat dressed to the eleven’s.in purple, turquoise and oranges.
I had never seen such a bat!
A cartoonist myself, I had to open the book a whisker.
I found myself staring at some mighty cute bats.
some in stained glass, others on t-shirts or in jewelry.
Many of these bats I had to have!
The book was a cataog, and it cost a mere $28.99.
First impression was now out the window
I bought the book and ordered some of these cute bats
flimflam Freddy, Frankenville’s only funeral director
actively sought out numbskulls, dimwits and nitwits
an expert in cajoling them into signing contracts
assuring them that their funerals would be exquisite
he verbally mentioned doves, orchestra, and magic shows
none of this was in the contract they signed
a contract that guaranteed nothing
a contract that assured him of unbelievable amounts of money
funerals that cost others six thousand,
cost these nimb-nuts twenty thousand
in teeny tiny print it mentioned that additional expenses might be incurred
and they were
when I grow up, I’ll be a chef
sounds good What will you make?
I am a connoisseur of spider web soup, she told me
I do my best to not overreact
Any other delicacies?
I will make spider web bread and spider web muffins
Will you feature anything else on your menu?
Maybe spider web tea
What has inspired your menu? I asked her
I love spider webs, she tells me
he is known as the bat who juggles leaves
we have to go see him!
he will be in the courtyard at ten tonight!
I thought my friend was nuts.
Who wants to see a bat juggle leaves?
She would not let up.
She hounded me and hounded me.
I finally relented.
Yes, it was a bat.
And he juggled leaves.
Nothing else to say.
one of the first rules of ghostliness is to be invisible
if you have to be seen, make it a glimpse of a blip or a flash
even an orb would be too solid
the little ghost decided he wanted to dress up for Christmas
his parents saw him walking through the house and had to re-do him
he was a walking talking overdecorated entity
something older ghosts know is an enormous no-no
skeleton looked discarded by the side of the road
we slowed down but then he waved, and we sped up
he looked alive, my husband said
I could tell his heart was beating faster now
I think he might have been real, I said
we were not sure how, but we did not return the same way
we have turned into little chickens in our old age
they told her to be original
she thought about dyeing her hair with ketchup
it got all sticky and gooey
her pillowcase was a mess now
you will think of something before Halloween said her mother
her father thought all this fuss over hair was silly
he is a man
what does he know?
she wanted to do something unique
something special
something that would get her noticed
she told her girlfriends about her plans
They thought it was adorable
She walked into the dance with eighteen mini-jack-o-lanterns in her hair
thought she would be unique
she would have too
if she had not told so many people
who also thought it was a great idea
ghostly Malvern Manor
haunting southwestern Iowa
growling in her attic
harsh warnings to psychic visitors
no bodily harm yet that I know of
definite psychological warfare
a few have run out screaming
others notice nothing at all
resolved to ignore the possibility of ghosts