Top 7 Spooky Halloween Poems

Bestriding the gap between fall and winter, ample and scarcity, life and death, Halloween is an occasion of festivity and superstition. For some it begins as a holiday, while for others, it turns out into something uncanny. It is all about the joy of dressing up, tricks or treats and gorging on too much candy. To add more sinister aspect to the holiday, scary Halloween poems can do the needful! With dark and short Halloween poems one can make this festival more scary and shady.

Here’s a list of top 7 spooky Halloween poems.

Spooky Halloween Poems

1. Halloween Night

When days grow short and nights get cold
And autumn trees turn red and gold
Move, we may, through sun drenched days
‘Midst leaves and berries and bales of hay

In our hearts we feel the lure
Toward darkness, shivers and things not pure
While ghostly shadows creep slowly by
Spying on witches and brooms that fly

Icy fingers that grab their prey
And do bad things ’til night turns to day
Heed this plea to stay inside
Find covers and blankets and sheets to hide

Slowly this night will fade to day
And fiends and monsters will crawl away
Once a year, on this dank night
We’ll shake and shiver ’til morning light

2. Jack-O-Lantern

Jack-o-lantern, Jack-o-lantern,
You are such a funny sight
As you sit there by the window,
Looking out at the night
You were once a sturdy pumpkin
Growing on a vine
Now you are a Jack-o-lantern,
See the light shine

3. Superstitious – Shel Silverstein

If you are superstitious you’ll never step on cracks.
When you see a ladder you will never walk beneath it.
And if you ever spill some salt you’ll thrown some ‘cross your back,
And carry’ round a rabbit’s foot just in case you need it.
You’ll pick up any pin that you find lying on the ground,
And never, never, ever throw your hat upon the bed,
Or open an umbrella when you are in the house.
You’ll bite your tongue each time you say
A thing you shouldn’t have said.
You’ll hold your breath and cross your fingers
Walkin’ by a graveyard,
And number thirteen’s never gonna do you any good.
Black cats will all look vicious, if you’re superstitious,
But I’m not superstitious (knock on wood).

4. The Goblin

There’s a goblin as green as a goblin can be.
Who is sitting outside and is waiting for me.
When he knocked on my door and said softly,
“Come play!”
I answered, “No thank you, now please,go away!”
But the goblin as green as a goblin can be.
Is still sitting outside and is waiting for me.
Trick or treat, trick or treat,
Give us something good to eat.
Give us candy, give us cake,
Give us something sweet to take.
Give us cookies, fruit and gum,
Hurry up and give us some.
You had better do it quick
Or we’ll surely play a trick.
Trick or treat, trick or treat,
Give us something good to eat.

5. Trick or Treat

Witches, ghosts, and goblins.
Stealing down the street,
Knock on every doorway,
Trick or Treat!

When your door is opened,
This is what you meet,
Scary creatures shouting,
Trick or treat!

6. It’s Halloween

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.

7. The Haunted Palace – Edgar Allen Poe

In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace –
Radiant palace – reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion –
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This – all this – was in the olden
Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A wingèd odor went away.

Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute’s well-tunèd law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace-door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.

But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch’s high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn! – for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home, the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

And travellers now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh – but smile no more.