Scary Halloween Poems | Examples
These Scary Halloween poems are examples of Halloween poems about Scary. These are the best examples of Halloween Scary poems written by international poets.
werewolf did not think he was scary enough
He wanted to dress like a pirate or other stuff
Maybe a mummy he said, but he looked so silly
The rest of us laughed are petootsies off said Dilly
he was bewitched by the beauty so fast, we knew
she must have been a Southern witch from Al-Be-Que
he met her one night by the light of the moon
in no time she had his heart dialed to swoon
we could not talk him out of being mesmerized
it was like our cousin was completely hypnotized
we warned him, she’ll be gone the day after Halloween
He said he did not care, he wanted his beauty queen
Halloween night we saw them holding hands
They locked their arms, down by the sands
You just see we told each other, she’ll be gone after Halloween
That night they both left together, and were never again seen
the little girl was lost on Halloween night
she might have had a fright; she might have had a fright
but she found a man with a heart who treated her right
his name was Pumpkin Head Bill, and he was a sight
Others might have been afraid of this scary looking guy
But this little girl touched his heart with a teensy sigh
I am lost, I need to find home, she told this ghoulish man
He steered her across the moors and took her home to her gran
lampoonery was rampant in the cemetery
Dracula’s ghouls were frighteningly scary
Halloween jokes were flying; satire was bad
witches scarce, these ghosts were deemed beyond mad
grim reaper appeared in the midst of this gloom
campfire singing commenced as evil did bloom
whistling and stomping was loud by the fire
ambiance of the night now turning devilishly dire
Betty Boop could not live forever, for naught
But this new version was a bit scary I thought
Her face was green, she had stitches too
I am a ghoul, she informed me, a bit of a boo
Never having met a ghoul before,
I turned and ran outside, straight out the door
She chased me up a hill and back two times
She smelled like lemons, mold, dirt and grimes
I did not stop running until I woke up with a gasp
Relieved that my time with Betty Boop Ghoul was past.
Halloween Skeleton Disco was in full swing tonight
They were throwing each other around in the glittering light
Some of them hit the wall when their partners tossed them
Their legs and arms askew, and their heads doing a spin
It was interesting to the rest of us, scary to some
Don’t say a word cautioned my dad, my aunt and my mum
We were peeking at them through a peep holes in a wall
It was fun watching them do the Watutsi, the twist and the crawl
trick-or-treating at Farmer Browns was fun
headless hens were constantly on the run
the rooster would chase them around the barn
causing little distress, instilling no harm
a super tall scarecrow welcomed them all
witch’s laugh came out of a bewitched doll
gumdrops and lollipops were given out
ghouls and goblins made most of us shout
scary place was this haunted country house
tucked back in a hamlet known as Little Crouse
some of our best times were had there on Halloween
hayride, pumpkin patch, evil witch with green sheen
I am riding my spider to pumpkin town
She was singing this song as she flew down
I ran off when I saw the size of her steed
He was so scary, I think I may have also peed
Spiders do not usually scare me but this one was a brute
The witch saw my face and she started to giggle and hoot
I was not so glad to hear her enormous rump toot
There was a stench that nearly made me fall off my stoop.
angry mummy was so irritated his eyes turned blue
They were usually black, so this was surprising too
Someone had provoked him, made him totally mad
He turned from a good guy into kind of a cad.
We stayed out of his way that weird Halloween night.
He was scary and nasty, a quintessentially horrible fright
what happened? We wondered, but no one dared to ask.
He was terrifying us all, and he did not wear a mask.
in the graveyard on Halloween night
you are apt to see a scary sight
this evening a graveyard troll came by
he walked right past me and gave a “hi”.
It’s not Halloween, I thought, not feeling brave.
Where had he come from? was it that grave?
I said hi, he said, giving me a weird lopsided evil look.
I screamed, ran down the hill and fell into a cold wet brook.
This Halloween let’s everyone
Black, brown, yellow, red, white and green
Go in blackface
To unite in celebration of our roots
To free them from the guilt and shame
Of being low and down and dirty
In exile from our home.
Home after all is where the heart is
And so here I am with all my heart
Knocking on your door
Expecting something sweet
Bringing playful costume in return.
Is it scary, is it fun?
It’s always up to you.
(10/31/25)
Mirror Mirror in the look
Help me make people feel shook
Happy Halloween in start
Costume’s adding to the mark
Ready, set, rise
Thrills and chills
Preparation
Getting attention
Sensation throughout the night
Ghouls of all kinds walking the streets
Searching for victims as treats
Trick of unexpected
Lightning and Thunder roar
At the center core
Haunted and carefully disturbed
The Moon having no shine
Night skies totally black
Halloween at the max
Surprises upon surprises
Mirrors crack
Illusions with no conclusions
Are you ready for the scary embark?
Piece by piece body parts will transform
Scream on
Participation where you belong
Happy Halloween
Scary words
Sentences that say beware
Every careful step your own
Observe the darkness
Thrills of fright
Happenings at night
Darkened Moon
No Bright Stars
Clouds that gather
Nowhere to run
Screams throughout echoing
Rise of the Dead
Don’t attempt to hide under your bed
No escape with no way out
Changes in the atmosphere
Spells fear
Trick or Treat
It’s Halloween
Give something sweet to eat
The aftermath of you being eaten.
I like to walk my neighborhood
looking at all the scary decorations
giant skeletons with red eyes glowing
ghosts, headstones, witches and ugly creatures
but sometimes where is something cute
like pumpkins on a lawn and on top sits a black kitten
Warlocks, witches and wizards appear,
as they do this time every year,
exposing craggy faces, screeching sounds,
and sowing blood magic as fear abounds.
Guarding my head with pillowed quilt
hoping my craven face won’t melt!
But I cry out panicked! Horrified!
They pass me by on their frightful ride.
White-hot power rends me paralyzed
and by despair and anguish traumatized.
Terror races through my iced blood
reverberating a tortuous thud.
Ghouls and zombies teeming around
burgeoning in and out around town.
I pray to survive till sun arises
and confront no more horrid surprises.
Halloween is suitably scary.
I am vigilant, and wary.
Once-a-year is enough for me.
I savor being eerie- and freaky-free!!