By W. S. Di Piero
They’re gathering now cone-head ghouls Spider-Man fly-by-nighters’ burnt-cork cheeks flailed sheets ...
Explore Poems: Halloween
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- By Stacy SzymaszekI saw this day coming class would end and it would be night time to attach bike lights tonight I lit...
- By Darren SardelliOur grandma kissed a pumpkin on a Friday afternoon. She also kissed a crayon and a giant red balloon...
- By Craig Santos PerezDarkness spills across the sky like an oil plume. The moon reflects bleached coral. Tonight, let us ...
- By Edgar Allan PoeOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume...
- By Kenn NesbittWe’re having a Halloween party at school. I’m dressed up like Dracula. Man, I look cool! I dyed my hair...
- By Louise ErdrichYou knew I was coming for you, little one, when the kettle jumped into the fire. Towels flapped on the...
- By William ShakespeareDouble, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the caldron...
- By Michael WatersThat Halloween I wore your wedding dress, our children spooked & wouldn’t speak for days. I’d razored...
- By Maurice Kilwein GuevaraTonight I light the candles of my eyes in the lee And swing down this branch full of red leaves. Yellow...
- By Samuel Taylor ColeridgePART I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering...
- By Louise GlückEven now this landscape is assembling. The hills darken. The oxen sleep in their blue yoke, the fields...
- By Nancy PriceThe ghost is a torn sheet, the skeleton’s suit came from a rack in a store the witch is flameproof, ...
- By Dorothea TanningBe perfect, make it otherwise. Yesterday is torn in shreds. Lightning’s thousand sulfur eyes Rip apart...
- By Edgar Allan PoeBy a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black...
- By Carl SandburgI spot the hills With yellow balls in autumn. I light the prairie cornfields Orange and tawny gold clusters...
- By Phil BolstaThe monsters in my closet Like to sleep the day away. So when I get home from school, I let them out...
- By Adelaide CrapseyListen. . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from ...
- By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow“Speak! speak! thou fearful guest! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to ...