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.
the vampire queen was on the hunt at the vampire ball
vultures, beasts and demons came to her as if by a call
she transmogrified devils into trolls with one flick
this queen was cagey, incredibly sneaky and slick
in the vampire king’s manor, the ballroom was dimly lit,
gnomes were as at home here as claws and hoofs that fit.
there is a hunger that must be satisfied, this is for sure.
the vampire queen advanced quickly, her motives impure.
hidden in the dark, dank, dismal shadows was the vampire king.
watching the queen with all of his might, her neck quite the thing.
the dance began slowly, as he advanced from her left without genuflect.
She turned and gave him that come-hither look and let him see her neck.
The Home Goods store was filled
With tons of stuff for Halloween.
October’s weeks away, but it’s
The most I’ve ever seen.
There were glasses and ceramics,
Decked in orange and in black,
Painted witches, ghosts and goblins
Meant to give a heart attack.
For the home were lots of pillows,
Shaped like pumpkins, ghouls and bats,
Plus assorted signs and dishes
And some scary welcome mats.
But what really did surprise me
Were the many queen-sized sheets
With a Halloween design;
I never knew, aside from treats,
That to really feel the spirit,
We should decorate the bed.
Did I miss the memo sending
Such ideas into my head?
Next are turkey sheets for T-Day
And for Veterans, some tanks.
Dear Home Goods, guess for showing me
The way, I owe you thanks.
Write a poem about Halloween.
The night to be seen.
Maybe a Halloween delight.
A poem with a lot of fright!
Write about ghosts and the basement.
Where the memories went.
Memories of the lost and found.
A twitchy sound.
Feeling like eating pumpkin pie?
Maybe I can feed it to my eye.
Why not, when my face is unglued?
And vines start to protrude.
Write a poem about Halloween.
Hope that it will be seen.
A ghost will haunt me.
I feel like a dead tree.
I feel like a tree stump.
Like a little bump.
Like a pimple on a nose.
Could pop at any time don’t you suppose?
Write a poem about Halloween.
With memories unseen.
Darkness unfurls everywhere.
Halloween is like a stray hair.
Like a stray hair.
Without a care.
A poem about Halloween is weird.
But strange things are much revered.
Write a poem about Halloween.
I did as if I was a living being.
I might be a skeleton but who really knows?
But I wrote a nice poem, I suppose.
Apple pie and fudge galore.
On Halloween I opened the door.
Just someone in a ghost costume.
And a witch with a broom.
Cars outside are covered in rust.
I always leave out the best pie crust.
For him to eat.
He needs a treat.
He needs a treat better than sugar and flour.
So I baked for an hour.
Made some concoction.
Which he takes with no reaction.
No inflection.
No reaction.
Just fireflies flying around.
As he cleans without a sound.
Washing the blood away.
As well as the baking tray.
He trusts anyone who will give him food.
He’s sometimes in a bad mood.
Then he eats the flies, filled with old flesh.
He knows that no one will confess.
That they watched him.
Transform from within.
Apple pie and fudge galore.
Cleaning up is quite a chore.
Once you’ve baked the best pie around.
There’s sure to be a mess on the ground.
The organs and blood.
Pretending it’s just mud.
That’s how the cycle goes.
When he smells it with his nose.
When you use enough sugar and flour combined.
You can cook the body up for no one to find.
Then you just need a supernatural being.
So no one will believe what they are seeing.
Sneaking through the graveyard
in the dead of night
to a hidden garden
in full moonlight
you want to be careful better beware
the fiery eyes
of the scarecrow's stare
if the spell is broken
you open Pandora's Box
and it's lights out
for the jack-o-lanterns
they're in for a nasty shock
you have to be careful better beware
the Halloween screams
of your worst nightmare
'cause something's jumping in the pumpkin patch
it's goblins going trick or treat
they're a-getting hungry
for something good to eat
In the moonlight almost midnight
clearly witching hour is nearly here
time for ghosts gremlins goblins ghouls
beware the phantoms but have no fear
don't take candies or sweets
from strangers you will meet
as there be scary zombies
out there on the streets
and if you don't believe
then when trick or treating
ask and ye shall receive
for tonight is All Hallows' Eve
She loves to twirl and jump
expressing without a care
This is a girl that has big curly hair
her eyes filled with life, makes me want to hug her with all my might.
She can’t sit still, always has something to do
Using her imagination, how I wish I could look inside too.
She’s grown so much, i’m so proud
so happy she exists, she’s changed my life around.
Monkey don't love you real; goodbye...
To stay alive is a taboo,
Except you are put on standby-
Banana next to bid adieu.
Bankers don't lend you funds for free,
To uncover your house address-
Except you are up to foresee...
Trustee of good record's finesse.
Farmers don't store for long in barn;
To make ends meet for just upkeep,
Except it is of season's yarn:
Consumption awaits other reap!
Darkness does not give chance to light,
To illuminate atmosphere...
Except it enforce dark, it's fright-
Such sets in, a new stratosphere.
Do we really need a holiday to say i love you
Do we really need a date to do the things we do
Spend money on a gift anytime of the year
Do we really need the fourth of July to relax and have a beer
Valentine's Day is here so you express your love
Any day is priceless when it comes to kisses and hugs
Mothers day should be everyday not just a day in May
Call her or send a card and express your love in different ways
I guess the month of June is a set time for your father
If this is the only time you cherish your parents why even bother
Parents spend time with their kids and give out candy most feen
Is that the only close time you spend because its Halloween
Lets not talk about Christmas because Christ isn't getting the gifts
If its about him why complain, keep receipts and have misfits
Thanksgiving is a meal that shouldn't be done annually but every week
So without holidays it seems family time would be bleak.
Veil of midnight, shroud of ache,
A hollow heart begins to wake,
Unfed, unwhole, in shadow curled,
Craving life within this world.
A wraith unseen yet bound to thirst,
The agony—a wicked curse,
Flesh untouched but essence bled,
Hungering for what is shed.
Through trembling dark and frigid moan,
I grasp at souls, yet stand alone,
Each stolen breath a fleeting glow,
Still starving deep in depths below.
Ravishing grimness, wretched plight,
A suffering that breeds delight,
To drink, to drain, to taste the soul,
To feel—then lose—control.
In tortured pangs, my hollow cries,
A thirst that burns, that never dies,
No blood will sate, no flesh repair,
Only whispers in the air.
The void consumes, yet I remain,
Bound by hunger, wracked with pain,
A phantom lost, unseen, yet near,
Feeding off your trembling fear.
And when the night betrays the dawn,
Another voice—another gone,
A feast of echoes, dimly bright,
Devoured whole before the light.
A Nightmare Before Christmas
What an awesome movie.
Beyond creativity.
Released in 1993.
Animated movie 100 times.
Is it a Hallween movie?
Is it a Christmas movie?
You decide.
It could be both dark and light.
So many characters.
A really cool plot about him and her.
In between the lines.
Was alove story.
One was in prison.
One was always wondering.
What is Christmas?
I am Jack the king of the pumpkin patch.
All dress up as Santa.
Spooky, creepy, toys to drop from the night sky.
Lights sparkling, fireworks blaring.
It’s Christmas time for Halloween.
Sally and Jack, true love finely.
Frankenstein 1818
A long time ago, there was a creepy guy from 1818.
He stood very tall in green.
The author Mary Shelley told the story.
Way back then it was gorry.
To create a creature.
Held up in a castle not to be bothered.
A scientific experiment.
With lightning for evidence.
A race to write the best horror story.
In black boots with metal rods in his neck made history.
A gothic novel in a laboratory.
A monster that came alive.
Frankenstein was as tall as the sky.
With electricity, his brain was fried.
8 Foot tall.
Hideous and deformed in the dark.
No pitch fork, no fire.
Just a monster created through literature.
Dress up like Frankenstein for Halloween.
Stand tall in green.
Day Of The Dead
Do you celebrate the dead?
They are laid to rest.
For those who live in the spirit world.
Have you seen the painted skull girl?
A celebration of those we have lost.
They are not forgotten.
Let’s have a feast.
Lay roses at their feet.
Put on the music.
Drink into the sun set.
This is our tradition.
Raise a candle, they are listening.
One day, we will meet again.
Have fun until then.
Remember them always.
This is our holiday.
Welcome back the souls of their deceased.
A reunion in the night that is brief.
It’s almost Halloween.
The souls of loved ones are dancing.
We can’t see you, but you can see us.
Cover the graves with flowers, one day we will be one.
One day at a haunted house....
You'll never guess what I saw!!!
Well, it was a great big ghost...
Coming out of the wall!
The ghost just stared at me...
So I stared at it too..
And I thought..."This just couldn't be?!!"
Until that ghost yelled BOO!!
After it yelled BOO! at me!
I ran all the way up the stairs!
And guess what else...."I did see!"
Ghosts nearly everywhere!!
Then at me they came a flying!!
They kept on yelling BOO!!
and I almost felt like crying...
Until I yelled my BOO!!!!
After I yelled my BOO!!!!
You should've seen them run!
Now let me tell you!
I've never had so much fun!!
So then I left that old haunted house...
And went walking down the street..
When up to me came a little mouse...
And the mouse said..."Trick or Treat!"
So I asked the mouse, "What's with this Trick or Treat?"
"Just what the heck do you mean?"
Then the mouse said...."Give me something to eat!"
"Don't ya know Bubba it's Halloween!!"
It whispers low on midnight’s breath,
A shadow wreathed in mist and death.
Not born of grace, but spectral might,
It haunts the veil 'tween dark and light.
It stirs the winds, it bends the flame,
A nameless force none dare to name.
Through hollow halls, its echoes creep,
Disturbing souls that once could sleep.
A ghostly hymn, a mournful wail,
It rattles chains that time made frail.
A shrouded guide, a cursed friend,
To those who stray where sorrows end.
Its eyes, unseen—yet ever near,
It feeds upon the breath of fear.
With spectral touch, it marks the air,
A lingering chill of pure despair.
Yet some would call upon its hand,
To guard their steps through haunted land.
A force unknown, its wisdom deep,
Though bound within the night’s cold keep.
So heed the whispers in the night,
When lanterns flicker, dim with fright.
The Haunted Spirit waits below,
In mist and moonlight’s spectral glow.