Love Halloween Poems | Examples
These Love Halloween poems are examples of Halloween poems about Love. These are the best examples of Halloween Love poems written by international poets.
Happy faces smile and revel, never silent.
All signs and phases reveal, sadness absent.
Love, your heart carries and winkle
Lots and more you show and sprinkle.
On chairs and tables you sit on and dine,
World in bubbles of eon never whine.
Every bubble moves in silence that dabble and waft,
Eyes and ears that never rest on a moving raft.
Noises from everywhere pranking your heart, drifting so bright... don't forget to blink and sleep on this darkest night!
whimsical haunted house was created with children in mind
they promote unity, peace, hope, love, everything kind
they have witches and black cats, ghosts and gremlins too
but all these creatures want to do is sing lullabies to you
they serve you cider, pumpkin cakes, apple pies and such
I love being there, they have a warm, friendly, happy touch
this haunted house is not like any other on the block
They never turn you away, the door does not have a lock
little red-haired witch with your smile so fine
you make me want to dance, young Adeline
You have such a whimsical way, and a great attitude too.
I would love to go trick-or-treating with you.
shchriggerty priggerty figgerty foo foo
goblins, ghouls and ghosts, I certainly love you!
wiggle wackle wiggle wackle way way way
I am looking forward to Halloween day
here come Jack-o-lanterns giving me the eye
go trick-or-treating if you do want to die!
Dracula and Frankenstein dance down the street
I look into my bag for my Halloween treat
black cats and broomsticks, you make me so proud
the excitement in the autumn air is incredibly loud!
Halloween, darling, you are my favorite holiday
shchriggerty priggerty what else can I say?
the Halloween dance of the witches and such
Was attended by those who love it very much
There were skeletons and goblins, ghosts galore
All kinds of costumes, no dancer a bore.
They danced around a bonfire, witches and all
Frankenstein and Dracula, gnomes but a foot tall
Ghosts filled the sky, there were mad hatters too
As far as I know they danced in the morning ‘til two
I doubt teen witch could get any more colorful than today
She was dressed in pinks, purples, oranges, and other colors said Kay.
Kay is a witch who favors gloomy shade like black, gray, brown and tan.
Her blah-ness is known throughout witch city and warlock land.
I think teen witch looks fabulous, I said. I love her fashionable style.
I gave Kay witch my most endearing, lovely, get-along-well smile.
She huffed off then, pouting, for it was also the way of not-so-lovely Kay
And I spent time with Teen Witch, which made it a very pleasant day.
Demetri, designer Dracula was not fond of orange at all
He has consulted fashion giants since ten years ago last fall
Armani never wrote him back, McQueen gave him some tips
He dresses in pink and black, his shiny shoes are tie, not slips
The other Dracula relatives make fun of him I guess
But the murder of crows and bat colonies love him, I confess
They invite him to their festivals, where he is the fashion king
He does not care about his relatives, using adjectives obscene
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
Ebony ears carving a melody
To not listen is a fuchsia felony
Pumpkin patch a ballroom for hags
As scarecrows do the monster mash
Crop circles and winding corn mazes
People love to explore such places
In the red barn we try to get warm
A spider near apple cider does no harm
Black bats are the birds of night
A hooting owl gives them fright
Frosty air thick fall’s denim delight
Candy apple on stick take a bite
Autumn fair with colorful leaves
All is well on this calm Halloween
Festive fun despite the chill in air
Wind is a hawk that squawks and stares
Run away together
I’m waiting like you said at midnight in the forest by the tree
with a dear gift that will please you
You didn’t have to say when I thought of you
Your dreams desire you ever wanted
My mother’s coins she stole from you thirty-five years ago
Living in grandeur and it never ends the witch
Clever and cunning she was never saw me coming
While you bring me the freshest of flowers
With a fragrance I could smell from afar
Well leave together in the carriage you ride
Together faraway may we travel to a new life which never ends
One couple, of days long past
Got married on Halloween
Their wedding dance the monster mash
Was so funny it was a scream
She steps her heels on his shoes
Two left feet the bride has
He a werewolf howls confused
A happy groom wasn’t mad
She a witch so pessimistic
Decided to ditch her pumps
He howling has a fetish fit
he saw green toes with bumps
Love is brewing with these two
He bends his knee kisses toes
She’s wise as a delighted fool
When he rises kisses his nose
His groomsmen are very happy
Her bridesmaids cry with joy
She loves his fur being nappy
For straight hair makes her annoyed
Their wedding a big success
Was the biggest party indeed
They failed only to warn the guest
Of the risks of Halloween
In settings where bold forests host pumpkins,
A crimson heart and amber warmth arise,
Like Valentine Pumpkins showing olden
Glow of peaceful orbs flaming in night skies.
Valentine Pumpkins are gifts from spirits,
Reflecting Peace on their smiley faces,
Releasing new heights, no thunderous hits,
Their soothing colors emit three graces.
Red, not wrath: autumn leaves and sweet roses;
Orange, not angry, but in Harvest rites.
Each flame burns where a calm spirit dozes.
Whispered truth rises, henceforth, in these lights.
Valentine Pumpkins prevail because love
Meets the Harvest Magic of Stars above!
Halloween
A twin we do not already harbor on
The inside, cannot reach from without grasping
Its relationship — as love needs love to complete
The docket...so does fear. So does terror need
Its own horrid port if to impress.
Halloween...little devils in costumes —
wee, creatures dressed for the parade,
Door to door. Trick Or Treat! The real trick,
Is that of evil seeming harmless. Playful. In
Theatrical, fantastical sense. And the treat,
The Devil activating negative seeds for future harvest.
Evil — sly, subtle.
Our makeup exteriors reflections of far deeper
Dyes within, tattoo illustrations, spiritual stains —
The many indelible, wrongly nurtured traditions —
World fruit bear witness to their sources —
Man retaining affiliation with dark illusion.
Coated from fine sugar
Crackling joy on taste buds ,
Comes in hard or fudge rolls
Cravings peak like tonight
Children's Hallow beguiles
Crazed by spooky magic --
Candy love , you're a treat!
Witches love Halloween,
When it's their time to screech
With their old, worn-out brooms,
Willed to fly through the night
Wild flocks of bats in tow.
Wrapped in the full-moon glow,
Weird scenes repaint the sky.