Halloween Sonnet Poems | Examples
These Halloween Sonnet poems are examples of Sonnet poems about Halloween. These are the best examples of Sonnet Halloween poems written by international poets.
I am being watched in the witching hour
I know without knowing how I know
an ominous feeling Halloween night
ethereal entity’s superpower
east winds rise up, a blustery blow
magic is involved, I feel it might
entity soon materialized
starting out from a surreal glow
werewolf rose up to an unnatural height
my frightened blueblood homogenized
I never divulge this devilish sight
Eighteen years ago, a Halloween 'morn
With eyes of baby blue, Iyla was born
She grew, we knew, she came from the best stock
Perfect pedigree, Neikirk and Peacock
Her nature's in Nature, Earth and water
She loves travel and all that it's taught her
San Miguel stay nine months she did venture
Wait what!?!?! A Tanzanian adventure
Now high school grad, college credit galore
Time to decide what is next and in store
True team player saving funds for first year
Fashion, business...or both? Find her career
Sweet Iyla! The world is out there for you!!
SO proud! 'Tis the fam loves you through and through
All the streets were filled with trick-or-treaters.
'Twas not so long ago on Halloween.
I, too, joined the costumed candy eaters.
A vibrant sight now no more to be seen...
Door to door marched children of all ages.
Our neighbors were all people we could trust.
Passing time has turned too many pages
And memories are now just so much dust.
Still, I can recall sweet flavored laughter,
The bag of treats that lasted but a day.
And, yes, the tummy aches that came after,
And consequences of the tricks we'd play.
Those days are gone, a sad but honest fact.
Perhaps our grandchildren will bring them back.
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!
Bone Beach was the favorite spot
for a Halloween town stop.
It had a castle made of blackened sand
that had the claw prints of bony hands.
Bone Beach straight out in full display
with no secret did it try to convey.
Back in time I traveled in my minds eye
wondering what stories they had before they die?
Bone Beach cracked with tails of the deceased
listen to them all for the anguish increase.
Perhaps at Halloween one would go for a gaze,
although to navigate it might be a maze.
Bone Beach, is a stop full of gloom
But some people want to visit I assume.
Spring Sonnet
The microscopic lifeforms in my soil
Sense the rising in degrees Celsius.
Old Summer’s red wiggler worms now uncoil,
While hungry birds look down most odious.
Most showers now done, the weeds envelope
The surviving herbs, flowers, plus veggies.
Like the weeds, slimy molluscs interlope,
Quitting the shadows with their progenies.
Scooping composted chicken & steer
Into my orange Home Depot buckets;
Troweling in costly mineral grit -
Then turning the soils, crushing silt nuggets.
The difficult tasks done, seeds in the grounds –
October pumpkins will surround the mounds.
The magical season, so bewitching
in displaying three seasons in a row.
Fall’s mystique starts with Summer’s warmth pitching
fun in the sun, strolls under moonlight glow.
Weeks in, comes splendid spectacle of hues
of Autumn leaves, green leaves turn to array
of yellow, orange, red, gold, brown diffused
creating one of nature’s rich displays.
Then flaunt of Halloween decorations,
costumes and delight in many faces.
Months in, the awaited celebration
of nature’s richness and thankful praises.
Fall ends with preview and taste of Winter.
Snow, like crystals glitter, but can hinder.
When night calls moaning winds to come
‘midst chilling currents from the Sound
Hart Island’s hidden souls rest from
life’s heartaches known above the ground.
Come hear the raven’s haunting cries
as slanting shadows overtake
to grip forgotten graves that lie
in scattered fields’ neglected state.
An ancient tarnished bell is rung
by nothing save the wailing winds
its clanging haunts, it’s notes are flung
like pleading cries to cover sins.
Forbidden shores where tombstones lie
a hallowed ground ‘neath stormy skies.
Where ebony portals pool, the wind blows,
and demons emerge from the depths of Hell.
Why only on Halloween, no one knows,
but their presence is marked by a rank smell.
Reality's skewed, and quickly dismissed,
as your imagination takes control.
And feelings of dire danger persist;
sending a shiver through your heart and soul.
As howling phantoms gather in the night,
their guttural growls converge, one by one.
And every creak and groan adds to your fright;
the night of All Hallows' Eve has begun.
And on this night, the gates of Hell won't close;
where ebony portals pool, the wind blows.
Put away your bathing suit the dips in the pool are done
get the rake out of the garage, jumping in the leaves is fun.
The Halloween decorations include the ginormous spider;
exchange the ice-cold lemonade for hot apple cider.
The summers end raced tirelessly to the full autumn stop,
and the rain chills more with each pounding drop.
The heat of the sun fizzles out with each windy howl,
and the moon glared its face with an ice cold scowl.
Early fall boast trees with the most fiery bright hue
but time marches on colors become brown and gray stew.
Around the campfire people gather around and sing
as a church group leader strums his six strings.
Autumnal is the transition from summer to winter
Its weather patters are nestled in the center.
Halloween
Beneath the moon and the stars so bright,
hideous creatures born of the night.
Their screams of horror and wailing fear,
for we are coming and we are here.
These fleeting spirits take dark winged flight,
calling to the heavens spreading fright.
They are ghosts, goblins, banshees, and more,
hordes will come and pound upon your door.
And if you dare to open it wide,
welcome these spirits to step inside.
With bags held open each girl and boy,
chime trick or treat with smiles filled with joy.
All hallows eve has come it is here,
with children laughing and children’s cheer.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
I died on a Tuesday last Halloween
an October day where old donkeys graze
dying was real, not just a quick phase
as a spirit ghost I was rarely seen
a large brilliant light was just out of sight
I had just had my pumpkin pie with cream
highly whipped like a fat woman’s best dream
demise was naturally caused, not of fright
dying is easy, rolled over in sleep
thanks to an angry cancerous tumor
I did not even bother to ask why
my heaven kept me alone in the deep
Halloween huh? angel said with humor.
That sounds about right, I said in reply.
Written 4-28-23
Contest: I Died (Sonnet)
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Love is most busy when
It's at dutiful play
Carelessly In the rays
Thy Great father shall notify
You as to the ways in which
Love blooms
Do not close your ears
But care and listen
Love is most busy in
The clarity of the day
Be of full care not to over bear
Love is most busy when it
Carefully seeks the foundation
Of life
Love is most busy when it
Assumes poetic design
One Halloween, darkness was descending.
I saw a graveyard, and then walking fast,
I felt the gloom of something bad impending.
The tombstones’ silhouettes that I walked past
were creepy! I decided then to run.
But in the dark, I failed to see a hole,
and when I fell, my great dread had begun.
Terror like I’d never known filled my soul,
for I had landed in an open grave.
I scrambled to get out, but felt the touch
of something living! Being not so brave,
I hollered like a baby – scared so much
I ran like the devil was chasing me.
From who or what – I wonder – did I flee?
Oct. 29, 2022
For Emile Pinet's "Halloween" Poetry Contest
All I felt was excruciating pain
until I awoke lying in the rain;
Crimson stained lips and a new set of eyes
insatiable thirst raging deep inside;
Splattered with raindrops I wanted to drink,
all consuming rush I could barely think;
In the midst of night so easy to fool,
instinct told me what I needed to do;
What an incredibly amusing stunt
to acquire skills and a desire to hunt;
I always knew that I never quite fit
sadistic smile as I learned what you did;
Made me your partner in this massacre,
gifted the grace of a new born vampire.