Great Halloween Poems
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Great Halloween Poems – 12 Poems about the Living and the Dead

Halloween is an opportunity to explore the spookier themes that haunt our minds as we transform them into poetry. Like a witch’s brew, the emotions boil over onto the page and let us confront the things that scare us the most.

Kindly share these great Halloween poems with your friends after reading.

1. Title: “The Lady in White”

Beware, benighted traveler on Donadea’s road,
A ghostly sight awaits, a tale to be told.
Between Baltracy’s mill and Borheen’s crossroads,
A vision in flowing white, fear in her folds.

Emerging from the dark, over the fence she’ll glide,
To walk by your side until the crossroads betide.
There, on a grassy spot, her lonely vigil she’ll keep,
Hoping for her child to return from eternal sleep.

The Hungry Hall, a house of horrors so grim,
Lured the lad to his fate, a tale dark and dim.
Butchered by a foul witch, his fate sealed in a pot,
Filled with grim joy until the witch was caught.

Brought before the magistrate, her guilt laid bare,
Doomed to hang, justice in the air.
So, benighted traveler, fear not the lady in white,
Pity her on this and every haunting night.

The Lady in White - Great Halloween Poems

2. Title: “On Halloween”

The nights draw in, the veil grows thin,
On this Hallowed Eve, the Dead begin.
Mists roll in, death’s silent creep,
All Hallows Eve, where devils may weep.

Black cats cross paths, witches laugh,
Echoing around Pendle Hill’s dark half.
All Souls creep, angels may weep,
Over vales, silent, and still, secrets to keep.

Bumps in the night, hounds’ eerie howl,
Twilight filled with dread, an unearthly scowl.
Tricks or treats, effigies line the street,
Dawning of the Day of the Dead, shadows meet.

Stone circles at dusk, moonlight’s spell,
Portal to Hell’s fires, where tormented souls dwell.
Pumpkins and bats, pointy black hats,
Magic and spells, as witching hour knells.

On Halloween - Great Halloween Poems

3. Title: “Enchanted Whispers of the Witchwood”

In the witchwood, a woodhenge whispers lore,
Aligned with stars, ancient roots it bore.
Amidst rowans and beeches, a mystic ground,
Where mossy stumps create a ring profound.

To bind eldritch energy, felled in days of yore,
A wicker spell woven, secrets to explore.
In a clearing atop the eerie hill’s embrace,
Rotten apples pave where croaking birds embrace.

Songs echo in the dead of night’s serene,
Of sorrow and revenge, haunting the scene.
Flames crackle, an eternal witchwood dance,
In the heart, there lies a woodhenge’s trance.

Beneath the moon’s ghostly, silvery gleam,
Whispers linger like an enchanting dream.
Through the witchwood’s depths, the echoes range,
In the sacred woodhenge, where tales exchange.

Enchanted Whispers of the Witchwood - Great Halloween Poems

4. Title: “Halloween Party”

Dressed as Dracula, cool and sleek,
Black hair, plastic fangs, ready to mystique.
Cape flowing, makeup paints my face so white,
Prepared for Halloween, a thrilling night.

Pointed red nails, like the risen dead,
Mom drops me off, excitement in my head.
I rush into school with a confident stride,
But stares from classmates make me want to hide.

The Halloween party, not today, it seems,
A week too early, in my Dracula dreams.
Kids stare as if I’m a peculiar freak,
Oops, a mix-up, but Halloween’s next week.

In my Dracula costume, I stand alone,
Feeling a bit like a monster, all on my own.
But laughter erupts as the truth is revealed,
A week too soon, my Halloween zeal.

Halloween Party - Great Halloween Poems

5. Title: “Witch’s Cauldron Chant”

In the caldron’s depths, toil and trouble brew,
Fire burns, and the bubbling caldron stirs anew.
A fenny snake’s fillet, to the mixture add,
Boiling and baking, a concoction so mad.

Eye of newt and frog’s toe, a witch’s brew,
Wool of bat, dog’s tongue, and a serpent’s sting too.
For a charm of potent trouble, let it boil,
A hellish broth, a potion of turmoil.

Double, double toil and trouble’s call,
A sinister spell in the witches’ thrall.
Lizard’s leg and owl’s wing take flight,
Into the cauldron, a dark brew of fright.

Double, double toil and trouble’s refrain,
Fire burns, and the caldron bubbles again.
Cool it with baboon’s blood, the witches decree,
A charm now firm, potent as can be.

Witch's Cauldron Chant - Great Halloween Poems

6. Title: “Halloween is Coming”

Halloween is near, it’s drawing near,
Skeletons and witches, do you fear?
Witches’ cats, black bats in flight,
Ghosts and goblins, it’s Halloween night!

Miaow, miaow, the witches’ cats cry,
Oo, oo, the bats swoop the sky.
Flap, flap, in the darkness they soar,
Oo, oo, Halloween’s lore.

Gather ’round, the spooky crew,
Witches’ cats and bats anew.
Ghosts and goblins, a fearsome crew,
BOO! Halloween fun for me and you!

Darkness falls, the moon is bright,
Ghoulish delights in the eerie night.
Trick-or-treat, the children implore,
Costumes and candies, more and more.

Halloween is Coming - Great Halloween Poems

7. Title: “Jack-O’-Lantern”

In the twilight hours, when shadows dance,
Monsters emerge, a spectral trance.
But fear not, dear, in the spooky night,
For safety’s assured with lantern’s light.

A jack-o’-lantern, glowing bright,
Wards off creatures in the eerie night.
Its flickering flame, a magic spell,
Ensures they scatter, bid farewell.

Around the doorstep, its grin wide,
A guardian in the eventide.
Monsters lurking, with fear they flee,
Haunted only by your bravery.

So as the moon in darkness sways,
Know you’re safe in lantern’s blaze.
In the Halloween eve’s moonlit flurry,
The jack-o’-lantern keeps you worry-free.

Jack-O'-Lantern - Great Halloween Poems

8. Title: “Phantom Stroll on Shadwell Stair”

I am the ghost of Shadwell Stair,
Wandering near the water-house,
Through caverns of the slaughter-house,
A shadow with an eerie air.

Flesh firm, cool, my eyes agleam,
Tumultuous as moonlit gems,
Reflecting Thames in twilight hems,
Where dusk descends in wavering stream.

On purple streets, the arc burns,
I linger, watching with concern,
As shipping clanks, a tide to churn,
A ghostly presence, the soul yearns.

London’s stairs wane, dawn appears,
Creeping up Shadwell Stair,
Crowing syrens pierce the air,
With another ghost, I lay in tears.

Phantom Stroll on Shadwell Stair - Great Halloween Poems

9. Title: “Halloween”

On a night when witches ride the air,
Goblins and spooks on the staircase dare.
Bats rush out with wings held tight,
Doorbell rings in the spooky night.

The funniest thing, a mysterious call,
Invisible visitors, having a ball.
Witches’ cackles, goblins’ falls,
Halloween night, the mystery enthralls.

In shadows deep, the festivities swing,
Muffled whispers, the doorbells ring.
Ghosts and goblins in the eerie sprawl,
Halloween’s magic, unseen by all.

A night of enchantment, mysterious and small,
Where the unknown reigns, inviting all.
Witches, spooks, in the night enthralling,
A Halloween tale, forever recalling.

Halloween - Great Halloween Poems

10. Title: “Mystical Night of Halloween Delight”

In the dark of night, the goblins arise,
Witches and black cats, with gleaming eyes.
Costumed creatures, strange and unseen,
Knock on doors, it’s Halloween!

A spooky night with shadows in play,
Goblins and witches, out to sway.
Black cats prowling, a mysterious sheen,
Doors echo with Halloween.

Creatures in costumes, wild and free,
A peculiar sight for all to see.
On this night, a spectral scene,
Celebrating Halloween.

Trick-or-treaters on a magical quest,
In the night, they manifest.
Ghosts and goblins convene,
Spreading joy on Halloween.

Mystical Night of Halloween Delight - Great Halloween Poems

11. Title: “The Witching Hour”

When the clock strikes twelve, all is hushed,
Spirits emerge, in the darkness brushed.
Through the veil, both thin and frail,
Halloween’s enchantment weaves its tale.

Witches on broomsticks, in midnight flight,
Beneath the star-kissed, silvery light.
Ghosts whisper secrets in the cool night air,
Skeletons rattle keys, a spectral affair.

The witching hour, a moment of power,
Unleashes magic in this haunted hour.
A celebration of the strange and unseen,
A tribute to Halloween, where mysteries convene.

In the realm of shadows, the spirits convene,
A spectral celebration on Halloween.
With witches and ghosts, a mysterious scene,
In the midnight hour, the enchantment’s keen.

The Witching Hour - Great Halloween Poems

12. Title: “Night of the Living Dead”

Night of the living, tempestuous dread,
‘Beneath “beloved” stones, side by side we’re led.
Vengeful souls return with hunger unsaid,
In hatred’s grip, deteriorating, shadows spread.

Laid to rest, decay in this grim decree,
Flesh once entombed, roams without a key.
Rest in peace eludes us, a spectral plea,
Buried, yet restless, in the dark’s decree.

Haunted memories linger, a ghostly trace,
Whispers in the night, the living dead embrace.
In this spectral dance, in this haunted space,
Rotting, wandering, lost in the grim race.

Moonlight weeps, a ghostly tear,
Eternal night, the living dead draw near.
Through the mist, an eerie cheer,
In the shadow’s grasp, we disappear.

Night of the Living Dead - Great Halloween Poems

13. Title: “Enchanted Halloween Traditions”

A day of traditions, when spirits align,
Tales of the deceased, in shadows entwine.
Witches, ghouls, minions in line,
Tricks and treats, in the night’s design.

Mystery and magic, when darkness prevails,
Disney, Nickelodeon characters, familiar trails.
Seeking attention, each one unveils,
BOO resounds, as the night exhales.

From ancient times, a spectral connection,
Halloween’s charm, a yearly resurrection.
Devious tricks or sweet confection,
In this celebration, a spooky reflection.

Characters from screens, playfully obscure,
In this Halloween, spirits conjure.
BOO echoes, a festive allure,
In the night’s magic, traditions endure.

Enchanted Halloween Traditions - Great Halloween Poems

14. Title: “Moonlit Ballet of Halloween Spirits”

On Halloween, when the veil is thin,
Spirits dance with ethereal grin.
Moonlit night, a spectral delight,
A waltz of wisps in the cool twilight.

Twirling and whirling in autumn air,
An unseen ballet, beyond compare.
A dance of remembrance, lives once lived,
In shadows cast, memories sieved.

Beneath the midnight sky so bright,
Ghosts soar gracefully, whispers ignite.
A haunting dance, a captivating sight,
On Halloween, in the pale moonlight.

Through the veil, echoes of the past,
Whispers linger, a spell they cast.
In this spectral ballad, memories recast,
On Halloween, where time is vast.

Moonlit Ballet of Halloween Spirits - Great Halloween Poems

15. Title: “It’s Halloween Night”

It’s Halloween! It’s Halloween!
The moon is full and bright,
And we shall see what can’t be seen
On any other night.

Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls,
Grinning goblins fighting duels,
Werewolves rising from their tombs,
Witches on their magic brooms.

In masks and gowns, we haunt the street,
And knock on doors for trick or treat.
Tonight we are the king and queen,
For oh tonight it’s Halloween!

Beneath the spell of the silver sheen,
A masquerade, an eerie scene.
In this nocturnal realm, unseen,
A spectral ballet, on Halloween.

It's Halloween Night - Great Halloween Poems

With the following selection of poems, you can find tricks and treats this Halloween, featuring haunted houses, goblins, vampires, ghosts, as well as ghouls, along with a Halloween-inspired lesson plan and essays on poets’ graves, poets’ last words, and more.

As the annual celebration of ghosts and goblins approaches, enjoy these great spooky poems for Halloween.

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