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.
How dark the air that winter brings to bear
Its dampness crawls into my very soul
A sickly moon attempts some light to share
As through the mist a bell begins to toll
Against all odds, in saturated air
A moth flits round the incandescent glow
Of a candle flickering in despair
From witnessing that masochistic show
A fledermaus is beaten to its prey
By a widow descending on a thread
Vague shadowed forms of hounds are stood at bay
Watched over by an owl that turns her head
Two amber eyes now pierce this witching night
For tricks and treats that dwell beyond our sight ~
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.
Afternoon ember flare coddles forest
Nodule noses, from dark bark eyes sap drips
Naked soldiers, Summer’s subside promised
Farewell foliage, spun fairy floss gossip
News spew swept red runaway train carriage
Ridiculed witches watch fireworks astral
Rudimentary broom aircrafts encourage
Twilight wake creatures creep from log capsules
Twitching whiskers, dusk susurrate translate
Trampled damp mushrooms mulch to mildew fleece
Orange fungi full moon balloon inflate
Hot flight flame exhales exhausting release
Grey limb wind tortured troops groan, familiar
Guards gravely wait for Winter’s insignia
31st August
Written for Contest:
Whispers of Autumn
Sponsor: John Lawless
The rush of wind c h u r n s sported leaves of fall,
charming the r u s t i c path so warm and cold.
A u t u m n a l gal whispers in brief e n t h r a l.
S e v e r i t y of chill is c r o u c h i n g bold.
Pumpkins don’t scream when scooped of seeds and fruit.
The hush of f l i t t i n g eyes, f l a m i n g with oils,
f r i g h t e n the dark, the b l a c k e s t cats recruit,
And bring to mind c h a r c o a l-c a l d r o n that boils.
I worry n o t of l a t e s h a d o w s of a g e.
Skulk-stares s h u d d e r when sight is lit with peace.
I iron n o t my w r i n k l y smile, my s a g e.
In Autumn’s a c e, serpent’s r e c o i l and c e a s e.
Ruby, amber, and b i t t e r s w e e t, the s h a p e s.
The gentlest c r u n c h and flung football e s c a p e s.
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.
10/310/2023
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
In the frame of grim dusk the shapes curved of wolf bark,
Out of the iron gate a man tall in grey cloak
appears still on the hill looming large in the dark,
he comes down as the grips of the night firmly choke.
Thin arms stretched, in the air he’s afloat like a bird,
as the moon rises high in slow pace in the sky,
when he drifts, he’s the Count, thus all old people heard,
as he stands at my door, to be bold, so I try.
Eerie night’s blue haze thick covers long ashen face,
red eyes glare, all the fangs protrude through bloody lip.
I do fail to escape, see myself in chill brace,
I hear him whisper cold, “your hot blood I will sip”.
I then freeze to the core when descends Hallows’ dusk,
fearsome scene irks me still by fun fright, man in mask.
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November 15, 2022
Syllable count checked at HMS
Contest : All Hallows' Evening
Sponsored by : Craig Cornish
In the gloom of the night came the screams from the scree
from the foot of the mountain, from inside the cave.
Are they human or animal… phantoms set free?
Will my heartbeat deliver a hero or knave?
So beyond the flat land with a cover of frost
rose the beasts’ craggy peaks with its hair-raising sounds
and the grass neath my feet crunched like bones as I crossed…
Now, I shiver in sync with my pulse as it pounds.
On the steps cut from stone to the chaos I rise
as the hills seem to mock giddy knees as they knock,
but there’s magic in mayhem… all cloaked in disguise
and bewitched by the hauntings inside this old rock...
and as lantern-lit skeletons spook this dark place
for the tricks and the treats there’s a smile on my face.
Susan Ashley
October 13, 2022
~ First Place ~
Contest: All Hallows’ Evening
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
*Meter: anapestic tetrameter
*English Sonnet rhyme scheme: abab cdcd efef gg
There was not in the sky one small patch painted blue
when the sun wrapped in clouds set unnoticed unseen.
Eerie sounds; what they were, he did not have a clue
but in darkness it’s known that the spectres convene.
Rolls of thunder ensued in the pursuit of light
then the droplets of rain soon increased, landed hard.
Swishy beating of wings betrayed shaitans in flight…
He stopped dead in his tracks as they caught him off guard.
Then a split in the clouds let the moonlight appear,
to the hamlet he strode, ghouls he tried to avoid.
With a spring in his step, shedding aura of fear,
niggly doubts were dispelled. He got back his sangfroid.
Midnight struck and at last every curtain he drew.
An inversion of roles: Jekyll sipped on his brew.
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An English Sonnet in anapestic tetrameter
rhyme scheme (abab-cdcd-efef-gg)
All Hallows’ Evening Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
© 8 November 2022
Halloween heist
(Anapaestic Tetrameter)
As the ghosts of tomorrow amass in the hall,
unaware of the darkness descending around,
from the silhouettes crawling along the back wall,
to the creaking of doors with the faintest of sound.
Then a walking ensemble invaded the room,
as the gremlins start growling their threat and demand,
made the joy of the people turn quickly to gloom,
with their creepy attire and light weapons in hand.
A true heist is afoot, no trick for Halloween,
“Now just open the wallets, hand over the cash.
if you follow our orders, we will not be mean
just surrender your jewels, we’re out in a flash”.
In the land of the living, there’s instants of dread,
Be afraid of the mortals, not scared of the dead.
11.02.2022
Contest: Halloween poetry contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Words used: creepy, descending, silhouettes, gloom, darkness, living, open, walking, Halloween, dread.