Halloween Poems That Rhyme
Halloween, blood gurgling scream
Little children run and disguise
Ghost costumes and flying brooms
On which evil witches trip
Haunted house, a shredded blouse
A scarecrow inside the outdoor
Graveyard love, vampire’s blood
Can make this night appear so difficult
Halloween, enchanted scene
A night filled with natural terror
Freddy Krueger, plastic Luger
There isn’t any room for blunders
Rotten eggs, a neighbor begs
“Please don’t use restroom paper.”
Pranksters prey and run away
Like they just pulled a caper
Halloween, large eyes of inexperienced
A black cat is hissing loud
Ghosts say “Boo” and Mom warns you
“Don’t stray too a ways from the gang.”
Trick or treat, a candy candy
Also calories galore
Get off target and circle lower back
Maybe you’ll get a few extra
Halloween, number thirteen
A nighttime of goblins and ghosts
Pumpkin patches, bag snatchers
And a Jack-O-Lantern host
Pitch black night, kids filled with fright
Enchanting and frightening scene
A complete bag will cause them to brag
And lengthy for subsequent Halloween
Tonight I mild the candles of my eyes in the lee
And swing down this department full of pink leaves.
Yellow moon, skull, and backbone of the hare,
Arrow me to metropolis at the neck of the air.
I listen the undertaker make love inside the heather;
The sweetmaker, terrible fellow, is beneath the weather.
Skunk, moose, raccoon, they visit the doors in threes
With a torch in their fingers or pleas: “O, please . . .”
Baruch Spinoza and the butcher are inebriated:
One is the tail and one is the trunk
Of a beast who dances in circles for beer
And does not assume twice to discover ways to steer.
Our clock is blind, our clock is dumb.
Its fingers are damaged, its fingers numb.
No time for the martyr of our fair metropolis
Who wasn’t a witch due to the fact she may want to drown?
Now the dogs of the cemetery are beginning to bark
At the imaginative and prescient of her, springing up through the dark.
When she opens her mouth to gasp for air,
A moth flies out and lands in her hair.
The apples are thumping, wintry weather is coming.
The lips of the pumpkin quickly could be humming.
By the caw of the crow on the primary of the yr,
Something will die, something seem.
with the aid of Ed Justin
Keep away from Pumpkinhead,
Unless you are uninterested in a dwelling,
His enemies are mainly useless,
He’s mean and unforgiving,
Laugh at him and you’re undone,
But in a few dreadful fashion,
Vengeance, he considers amusing,
And plans it with a passion,
Time will now not erase or blot,
A plot that he has brewing,
It’s whilst you suppose that he is forgot,
He’ll conjure your undoing,
Bolted doors and home windows barred,
Guard puppies prowling within the backyard,
Won’t protect you to your mattress,
Nothing will, from Pumpkinhead.