Halloween Rhyme Poems | Examples
These Halloween Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Halloween. These are the best examples of Rhyme Halloween poems written by international poets.
her power is in her finger tips
she is concentrating, with closed lips
there is intent in her half smile
if you are scared, better run a mile
for witchy woman flies on a broom
she can catch you with a simple zoom
her eyes are black, her hair is red
she can conjure a spell to raise the dead
her incantations are right and strong
she has the force, she can’t go wrong
witchy woman, you scare me a bit
your familiar Cat stares me with a hit
you are formidable, not unassuming at all
Your cauldron is full, your spells are a call
I am terrified when you get down to biz
Your incantations better than a whiz
your power is vast, your stare is lighting
frankly, woman, you are a bit frightening.
Welcome my pretty, the carnival man said
I felt gloom and terror, a sense of horrible dread.
Let’s go I said to my sister, who pushed on ahead.
She marched straight in with our cousin Fred.
What choice did I have but to follow these two?
Gruesome sounds were coming from a tent painted blue.
Maniacal laughter surrounded me, hurting my soul.
Would we get out alive? This was truly my only goal.
They had run ahead to a twirling ride with a ghoul.
His laughter was spooky, I felt shaky, not cool.
Go on, my pretty, the ringmaster yelled into a mike.
I was terrified now, this being a truly scary hike.
On ever single ride you could hear us kids screaming.
The vampire music I heard, made me wish I was dreaming.
The scariest part of scream town was expecting to be killed.
I will go back next year; because at the end I was thrilled.
Who just who? Accepts these gouls.? All halloween haloed un-God like kerls.' And gals ?Blooded in innocent helpless blood.' Aa birds swirled in panick dancing in deaths
Confusing flood.' Did they chew some gum.' Made from animals bone.' Did they
Plan romancing some one, at a place they
Call home.? Will they caress their children
Who will get more jabs of mnra adulteration.? Now the font of 'pure strains?
Is erased in a violent, unasked for acceleration coupled with invasion and evil altercations 'are they playing now the bad cop role?' School yard antics.! Can't
They get the real.world.? Do they see beauty.?Or only a Or only a carney one? (Wrong and mis-directed) that
Shouts down shoots down, ruins health and wont rest.' Untill all of Canada is i'll affected ( with much distress.)
On Halloween, someone
Wore Jackie’s pink suit,
All spattered with blood –
She thought it a hoot.
The Rose Garden’s gone
Like the East Wing’s demise,
Though none of these acts
Should be any surprise.
We live in a time
Where behavior’s debased
And where gilt covers up
All the class it’s replaced.
With a leader unhinged
And the government cowed,
Will we ever regain
What once made us so proud?
Our Jacqueline days
Have been dragged through the mud
When now people can laugh
About feces* and blood.
*Truth Social showed an AI-generated
video of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named
in a fighter jet dropping feces on “No Kings”
protesters.
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
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
An evil man decided to become a killer clown after he watched 'It'.
He showed no mercy, murder was a crime that he loved to commit.
And just like in Stephen King's miniseries, he loved to kill kids.
People are still terrified because of what that killer clown did.
Parents started locking their doors and they made their children stay inside.
Human life meant nothing to that clown and he committed many homicides.
He murdered over and over, he committed murder 32 times.
He was eventually caught and executed for his horrible crimes.
That evil clown went to a birthday party and was going to kill every kid there.
But the police were waiting for him and he was arrested and sent to the chair.
As he was being electrocuted, his head burst into flames.
It was a horrific death and he only had himself to blame.
He died in agony because of his horrible sins.
He vowed to reincarnate and start killing again.
Because that evil clown was executed, people are feeling a lot of relief.
The world is a better place because he's no longer causing terror and grief.
'Tis the season of the spooks!
Don't look into dark corners or nooks.
Laughing pumpkins and witchy hats,
Dancing brooms and flying bats.
Evening teas with Casper and Frankenstein,
Don't look under the bed once the clock strikes nine!
spirits scream
demons dance
hair-raising dreams
cold-sweat romance
31st of October
hyenas and jackals
graves overturned
crosses burned
lightning crackles
witches cackle
The looming house smelled of stale pumpkin pies,
When I stepped in through the creaking door to distant cries.
The lore said a mistress had waited a century for her lover,
Before drowning herself in the nearby river.
Her portrait still hung over the fireplace,
Her face was veiled in translucent black lace.
Her armchair still rocks deep into the night,
Her footsteps echo down the hallway to the right.
I stare back at myself in the mirror by the withering parlor,
And see a replica of the portrait in drenched clothes, with a sickly pallor.
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.
A trick or treating little tot
asked, "It's Halloween, is it not?"
I answered him politely, "Yes".
To this, he said, "I must confess,
I fancy your bowl of sweets.
I'm growing tired of these streets.
Would you mind parting with your swag?
Please empty it in my bag."
Piggy Face was her name
hiding under beds was her game
she would wait until you were asleep
crawling out, she would creep
She'd rip you right out from bed
if she got you, you were dead
deadly nails and face covered by panty hose
fully covered in black with nothing to expose
Check under your bed at night
and guard yourself from this terrible fright
for Piggy Face is on the lookout
getting her name from that upraised snout.
Orange pumpkins glow so cute
Making children smile in spacesuits
Halloween pumpkins filled with candy
A cosmic stash, so handy-dandy
Each planetary pumpkin has a special face
That beams like stars in aerospace
Each one has a candle inside
Its galactic shimmer is big and wide-eyed
The nose is shaped like a triangle
Without airlocks to be entangled
The mouth may curve in spooky shapes
From every smile, light escapes
A dreamscape shines for starry-eyed kids
Enchanted by secrets the Cosmos forbids.
On the night of Halloween, I see
A place so unnerving, so restricted yet free
Opening the creaky gates, I walk
To sense a creature that wishes to stalk
It takes no specific form and stares
As if it doesn’t understand, doesn’t care
Suddenly, around me, the world turns bright
My vision clears as I gaze upon a strange sight
The world around me has changed, and now
It seems lively instead of lost, I wonder how
I try to turn back to return to my life and find out
The other world has disappeared, and it's because of the cemetery, no doubt