Halloween poems

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All these poems are very popular with children and grown-ups at Halloween

Five Little Pumpkins Sitting On A. Gate.

Five little pumpkins sitting on a. gate.

The first one said,

"Oh my, it's getting late."

The second one said,

"But we don't: care."

The third one said,

"I see witches in the air."

The fourth, one said.

"Let's run, and run, and run,"

The fifth one said,

"Get ready for some fun."

Then, whoosh went the wind,

and out went the lights,

And five little pumpkins rolled out of sight!


- by Sandra Liatsos

There's a goblin at my window,

A monster by my door.

The pumpkin at my table

Keeps on smiling more and. more.

There's a ghost who haunts my bedroom,

A witch whose face is green.

They used to be my family,

Till they dressed for Halloween.


- by Mary Jane Can

Witches flying past on broomsticks,

Black cats leaping here and there,

White-robed spooks on even- corner,

Mournful moaning in the air

Goblins peering out of windows,

Spirit-things that rap and run-

But don't be scared-it's just October,

Helving one last hour of fun!

Haunted House

- by Jack Prelutsky

There's a house upon the hilltop

We will not go inside

For that is where the witches live,

Where ghosts and goblins hide.

Tonight they have their party,

All the lights are burning bright,

But oh we will not go inside

The haunted house tonight.

The demons there are whirling

And the spirits swirl about.

They sing their songs to Halloween.

"Come join the fun," they shout.

But we do not want to go there

So we run with all our might

And oh we will not go inside

The haunted house tonight.

The Scariest Thing

- by Mairi Tereas Gallagher

Some things are scary

Others are not,

Like ghosts and goblins,

And things that rot

Cats and dogs are not scary

At all,

All they do is play chase

And catch a ball.

But the scariest thing

Creeps around at night,

Looking for victims

To scratch and bite.

It hides its face

It's too ugly to see,

It rules all the monsters,

Both tall and wee.

Those who've seen his face,

Their eyes burst and bleed,

They beg for mercy

"Spare us, spare us," they plead.

But he's not a giver

He takes what he finds,

All sorts of people

Both sightseers and blind.

You've got the picture,

That he is the king

Of everything scary,

Every little scary thing.

So watch out at night 'cause if

By him you're seen,

He'll give you an evil grin

And say...


Pumpkin Time

Pumpkin time is here again,

Time to play trick or Treat.

Pumpkin time is here again,

Our Spooky friends we'll meet.

See the costumes we have on,

Monsters, ghosts, goblins too.

See the costumes we have on,

Hear us all shout "BOO!"


-by Jack Prelutsky

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!


-by Jack Prelutsky

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.


-by Flora Joy

't was the night before Halloween when all through the town

Some horrible creatures were stalking around.

From inside a grave in the land of the dead

Out stepped the bones of a man once named Fred.

His soul had been wild since the day he had died

For he had been murdered by someone named Clyde.

He stamped on the soil with such vengeance and wrath

That he nearly destroyed everything in his path.

And then from the opposite side of the land

Came another old skeleton, bouncy and grand.

Fred turned to that creature to loudly exclaim,

"Before you come near me, you must state your name."

That skeleton stopped and politely replied,

"When I roamed the earth, my friends called me Clyde."

Then all of a sudden Fred's fury was fueled

From the thoughts of that trigger which Clyde had once pulled.

He took a step forward, then said to his foe,

"Come closer, dear Clyde, for I must say Hello."

With curled-up phalanges all drawn up in rage

Fred landed two blows on his murderer's rib cage.

But to his surprise and his utter alarm

He watched as each hand broke apart from his arm.

They snapped and they popped, then they sailed through the air,

While Fred stood aghast in a state of despair.

But that didn't halt his malicious intent,

His anger increased and his fury was bent.

He lifted each ulna (with each radius, too)

And flailed them at Clyde like a wild caribou.

But just as they struck his opponent's faint heart,

They too came loose and therefore fell apart.

But there was no stopping these bones from this game.

Fred whistled and shouted and called them by name.

The humerus, metatarsals, tibia and "fibs,"

The femur, the hipbone, with vertebrae and ribs.

And each as he named them sailed briskly toward Clyde,

But as each one struck, it was bone suicide.

And then with a pause Fred looked all around

And saw his whole body sprawled over the ground.

"I don't understand this," he said with a roar.

"It surely was my turn to even the score.

I'll admit that on Earth I deserved what I got.

My whole life was quite foul I was such a big shot.

My goal was revenge when I saw you tonight,

But I've fallen apart, so I'll give up the fight."

And with his last breath as he lay on the floor,

He said, "Clyde Smith, you've destroyed me once more."

But then a calm voice told that big pile of bones,

"You've made a mistake - my name is Clyde Jones."

Then I heard him exclaim as he vanished from sight



Sometimes big and sometimes small,

But always round and yellow.

When children make my famous grin

Then I'm a scary fellow.

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