Halloween Poems

Halloween poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of halloween poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on halloween are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Halloween

Halloween short poem

Soaked trees from the rain and fallen leaves, that cover paths lined with glowing pumpkins Houses with dimly lit porch lights and Halloween decorations welcome youngsters of all ages Children running amok dressed as their favorite character and yelling ‘Trick

Halloween

Halloween short poem

Soaked trees from the rain and fallen leaves, that cover paths lined with glowing pumpkins Houses with dimly lit porch lights and Halloween decorations welcome youngsters of all ages Children running amok dressed as their favorite character and yelling ‘Trick

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Zombie

Zombie ode

Entombed beneath the cold cold ground Lie remains of one who grisly drowned Flesh and bone and stench of bile Is this really his eternal domicile? Legend has it they come back To rule the night for they lack The

Tricks

Tricks short poem

Trees toss their canopies horses shaking their manes all the manmade arbor street signs, power lines each motion exaggerated in woeful orange glow we’re smashing pumpkins torching porches huffing spraypaint and praying for violent excitement cops chase blue flashers and

Witches

Witches short poem

There’s fury in the sky With a full moon hanging low Something’s creeping slowly And the wind has no control The evil that lingers Is the evil that will seize Surrounded by the nothingness Escape is out of reach Witches

Poems containing references to : Halloween

Strong Foundations

Strong Foundations short poem

In ranks and strange constellations Neighborhoods bunch like uneven muscles On the elbow of a river that smells Of cypress and motor oil. They contain buildings you’ll never live in Houses you will never enter Even if every night was

Lantern’s Night

Lanterns Night short poem

Let’s sit around together here on the sleepy grass with our lovely families and well crafted Halloween Lanterns, It’s warm and peaceful The wind is slowly blowing, making some funny shadows on our faces Let’s hear the sounds of fire

On The Way To A Better World !

On The Way To A Better World ! long poem

I hid my face securely between the soothing palms of Mother Earth, And passed by, the world without caring, taunting and laughing, Some do stop just to ask, “Hi joker, feeling pity for your maker?”, But I stay as dead

Puddy Mccuddy The Fuddy Duddy

Puddy Mccuddy The Fuddy Duddy long poem

So here’s a quick study On a guy that’s kinda nutty; His name? Puddy McCuddy, And he’s a real fuddy duddy. In a nutshell, this nut is stuck in Time; At least that’s the case in his dusty mind. There’s

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Lonely Love

Lonely Love short poem

When you sit next to me, Feeling the warmth of your shoulders, I’m free. Yes,I felt your touch only for me. Did you see? It’s alright if you don’t love me. It’s alright if you don’t want me. But this

Cunning

Cunning short poem

Man Penniless but manages to take girl friend for date Brainless but Advises one & all Unemployed but Pretends to be very busy Ugly looking but thinks Very handsome A girl’s smile makes Him act indispensable Egoistic & proud of

Being Me

Being Me long poem

Does the society know my stand? I am not with a price tag to be sold to a man. I work everyday till the sky is red, till the earth turns black and the sound is dead. Why me? My

She.

She. short poem

She is the elegance, She is the start, She is to burn, And let others be the star! She is the power, She stays in every heart, She is to spread glory, Through whuchever corner she pass! She is to

Fancy Fine

Fancy Fine short poem

The Beloved is simply vivacious now discarded shyness And I find difficult to deal with her acts with no guess I fear then when congenial is our love relation Idea occurs which perturbs me and that is one With music

A Simple Life

A Simple Life elegy

The old log cabin in the woods half hidden by the evergreens, a cozy home once filled with hope, was now a box of broken dreams. A tired body, tired mind, and lonely heart was all she had. The man

Bulgaria

Bulgaria prose poem

The grafitti marked the new beginning The rubble in the streets A telling symbol of political decay A girl crosses the street A new way on the other side An outstretched hand calling for democracy I see vestiges of propaganda

Nature Is Turning Sour

Nature Is Turning Sour ode

In the beginning flowers used to blossom The flowers never worried about winter The vivid spring was there to welcome the bees Man later grew wise in Eden Nature got poorer and poorer , trees were cut down Our owned

Mother

Mother prose poem

Thou art light of heart- Radiance of soul That which has become perpetual in me Is the pleasure of thy embrace- All noble men taught to world thy reverence- We possess the most precious- Is nothing but thy joy- The

Something Knocks Out

Something Knocks Out short poem

Ceramic memories and terracotta pain; the injured crypt ultimately got opened. At urn burial, the name was absent. A pristine ritual for a nameless martyr. The sword within him was not used and pubescent bomb went unexploded. You leave a

I believe in you

I believe in you long poem

I believe the ‘wee of a day’ Is the early morning when The babes are still sleeping The cocks have not yet crowed Hounds are just coming from the hunt Owls have not yet started dreaming. I believe the ‘wee

Battle

Battle short poem

I know your hurts, and I know the pain I gave them to you but it wasn’t in vain So that one day you’d freely give me your all And cry out “yes Lord?” When you heard the call I’ve

Each Thorn Was Crying

Each Thorn Was Crying short poem

Sometimes I will interplay the secrets: faded rose in a book, a distant star spelling out your name. When I go, will you come to my home? Hold my eyes wide open and become my iris? I wanted to see

Cerebral Sacrifice

Cerebral Sacrifice short poem

Maggot-like thoughts burrow, creating Casu Marzu from curds. Turning reason into food for doubts, which suckle and multiply. Impurity concealed in greyness of cells, nourished by lack of words, Spawns malicious self-possession, no exorcist could sanctify. Spiralling desperation deepens the

Fooled Again

Fooled Again short poem

She passed me by throwing me the crumbs of a smile, no sign of the love she swore would last forever, some time ago we were kissing now we’re passing. I know what she feels like under jeans and anorak

The Tree

The Tree short poem

I can feel the warm sunshine bathing me in light Comfortable, joyful, pure I see bright green grass, soft on my feet Lush and cool Comforting I am happy here I smile here I sit in the tree Never really

Beginning Begun

Beginning Begun short poem

In a nearby flat a radio whispers, Birdsong begins its chatter in the bushes And giggling lovers tickle the dawn; Rain beats its gentle rhythms on the window, Occasional cars issue hushed rumble escapes And those still awake Wonder about

Blue Whale

Blue Whale short poem

Meaninglessly traversing into the havoc of vanity With a fake logic justified, Leaving the players into the deathly chasm. A Blue bottle game denying the soul of life! Two and two they say ten, And it is their game playing

I Love Her

I Love Her sonnet poems

I love her. I love hearing her voice,  seeing her smile, staring into her eyes, and loving her. I love her. If I could I’d do every thing with her; sleep, eat, walk, play, live. I only want to be

Keep Faith

Keep Faith short poem

Behold, a new world awaits, With promises of a better future…! But the road is not so easy, With turbulent seas as a gift from nature…!! You’ll either learn to survive, Even in the harshest of conditions…! Or will perish

Come No Closer!

Come No Closer! short poem

Stop! — don’t! — I need not your help. Don’t look down I do care for myself. Just go! — Left me alone If you will have no care Just let myself be prone. I will have no wonder If

On Independence Day

On Independence Day long poem

See here came again Independence Day with pain. This day says that we are free From bondage of British decree, They troubled us with tyranny And looted our mind and money, Much blood was stained And Our freedom was regained,

The Refuge

The Refuge short poem

I see the colours shading the pretty smile in thoughts forlorn, The tears as bright as a diamond, but that shone aloof and alone. I hide the whimsical rays in the pocket of hope, But the hope that knows nowhere

Crazy Days

Crazy Days short poem

Perhaps I am crazy, I sought the limit of the boundless ocean, I implored the river to stop for a moment to listen to the music of my soul– Perhaps, perhaps Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow there is

Ride Not Desires

Ride Not Desires short poem

None knows the borders of the sky so also there is no limit for persons greed So why do you want to dream to fulfil your never ending desires Go slow in per suit of your desires Why you want

Journey Of Self Discovery

Journey Of Self Discovery short poem

What I am Who I want to be Am I just a stranger in this dinosaur world, or my is existence limited to rest ,eat and pee. Every day is a new day , I try to discover myself, The

Toeless Fear

Toeless Fear short poem

The name calls the name spraying the moon with red colour. It touches a nerve, when there is standoff on the lake. A blueish eye invades an iron space between near solids of docks. The gap was widening and the

Singularities

Singularities short poem

You are everywhere In the speckled dust Entangled with the subtle smell Of the river fish Silvery, fragile. I want to kiss you In all the dark places. Haunted by the impossibility of a dream. Singularities, Shadows. Open the door

Shapeshifter

Shapeshifter short poem

A lost soul on stolen time wonders like a landscape drifter For I am that which stands before you, a bottom feeder and shapeshifter Wizards watch wrath without wondering why Wither away like roses in winter whispering a thundering cry

Give Me Strength

Give Me Strength short poem

God!! Give me the strength – to live with what you have given me, to let go what you have taken away, to hold the memories that you wanted me to have, to forget the bliss of being loved and

Twice Programmed

Twice Programmed prose poem

I was born here. You were born there. I was raised here. You where raised there. I was educated here. You were educated there. I have my beliefs. You have your beliefs. We do not agree. We may go to