Halloween Triolet Poems | Examples
These Halloween Triolet poems are examples of Triolet poems about Halloween. These are the best examples of Triolet Halloween poems written by international poets.
The bones, lay flat, without a sound,
Then one by one, clickety-clack.
Departed souls’ cold backs did crack.
The bones lay flat without a sound,
Until their jaws did flap, confound.
Each found its skull a lantered-Jack.
The bones lay flat without a sound.
Then one by one, clickety-clack.
The bones lay flat without a sound.
The bones lay flat without a sound.
The bones lay flat without a sound.
Then one by one, clickety-clack.
Then one by one, clickety-clack.
Deceased army prepares attack.
Halloween Horror
The walls are closing in on me
In this creepy crawling scene
As she slides out I can see
The walls are closing in on me
Her decaying face a grave canopy
Please let this be a dream.
The walls are closing in on me
And no one wakes to see.
This week, snow is expected in the hills
A bitter cold Halloween like I remember
Thinking about it gives me the chills
Mostly the looming winter heating bills
It’s time to caulk up the windowsills
Against a blustery, blizzardly November
This week, snow is expected in the hills
A bitter cold Halloween like I remember.
Written October 16, 2022
September spells the end of the summer
Halloween decorations will soon appear,
The signs of cold weather are a bummer
September spells the end of the summer,
Appearance of a frost is not a newcomer
With few sunny days; cloudier and drear,
September spells the end of the summer
Halloween decorations will soon appear.
Written September 6, 2022
“I am the monster that breathing men would kill. I am Dracula.”
Bram Stoker
The successive pounding of the hammer.
The stake in his heart took my breath away.
Came the bright torches, village clamor,
the successive pounding of the hammer.
Rosin of the vampire, screeching glamour,
tightening of cold hands, recant to pray.
The successive pounding of the hammer.
The stake in his heart took my breath away.
10/28/2020
Projected on to a large screen
The gruesome shape of evil’s face
A haunting form from Halloween.
Projected on to a large screen
A lantern cheats – don’t intervene
To stop the nightly ghoul’s forays
Projected on to a large screen
The gruesome shape of evil’s face.
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Pick-A-Title, Vol 24 – Triolet Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Chose: Title 2. Phantasmagoria
Placed 1st
© 20th October 2020
A witch's moon glows full and bright,
Casting shadows all around,
Its orange glow an eerie sight.
A witch's moon glows full and bright,
Awakening spirits of the night -
Their mournful cries a frightful sound.
A witch's moon glows full and bright,
Casting shadows all around.
10/15/19
At this time of year,
When the air's crisp and clear,
And the wind blows the leaves 'cross the ground,
They say there comes stalking,
That the dead come a-walking,
And spirits and ghouls haunt the town.
When the moon shines bright,
You may see by it's lght,
As witches on broom sticks fly by,
And the will-o-the-wisp,
When the air's cool and crisp,
Tries to lead astray all passers by.
The wind in the trees,
Is blowing the leaves,
And making a ghostly moan,
'Round the house outside,
Warning all what betide,
Any who fail to stay home.
Stay close by the hearth,
If you be faint of heart,
For the ghosts and the ghouls are at play,
Till the witching hour,
When they lose their power,
And they must return to the grave.
Three bad brothers were killed on Halloween
Their spirits were released into the night
No other evil group has sure been seen
Three bad brothers were killed on Halloween
They were the worst lot of men, they were mean
They’re said to be trapped in trees without light
Three bad brothers were killed on Halloween
Their spirits were released into the night
Russell Sivey
The cauldron boils with the witch’s brew
Ghosts prowl the darkness fearlessly
Jack-O-Lanterns lit, shining through
The cauldron boils with the witch’s brew
Black cats walk the streets like they do
Halloween holds these completely
The cauldron boils with the witch’s brew
Ghosts prowl the darkness fearlessly
Russell Sivey