Famous Halloween Days Poems, Happy Halloween day Poetry & Poem
“Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having been
picked clean, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:
This is the barrenness
of harvest or pestilence.
And the wife leaning out the window
with her hand extended, as in payment,
and the seeds
distinct, gold, calling
Come here, little one
And the soul creeps out of the tree.”
(BY LOUISE GLÜCK)
Night Of Fright
Monsters stalking through the night.
Halloween is the Night of Fright.
Fear is what this night brings,
Along with many other things.
Are you sure you are prepared?
Tonight is not for the easily scared.
Creatures from hell roam on this night,
For tonight is the Night of Fright.
Trick or treat you say,
You should not have waited until the end of the day.
Tonight you will lose your tricks and treats,
For the monsters need to eat.
You better not take this night lightly,
Or else you will truly learn what fright means.
In ancient times people feared this night,
The night they greeted with fright.
Why they were so scared you will soon see,
On this “All Hollows’ Eve.”
(More By Jasmine)
Anything Goes On All Hallows’ Eve
The sun set in the early eve.
No light could pierce those mammoth trees.
Dark and dense for miles wide,
You could wander lost forever inside.
Oh, the tales of horror that Forest weaved
Of monsters and ghosts behind each tree.
Werewolves howling at the fullest moon
Those screeches of witches and baleful loons.
We’d hike all day and camp at night
When those campfire stories would fill us with fright.
Tales of terror too grim to conceive
But anything goes on All Hallows’ Eve.
We knew we wouldn’t get much sleep.
Instead, we’d listen to footsteps creep.
We’d watch the shadows in the firelight,
Staying quiet and safely out of sight.
Blood splatters upon the walls of our tent.
We’d cling and we’d cry, repent and lament.
We’d tell ourselves that it was all make-believe
And that anything goes on All Hallows’ Eve.
The night was so black, and the air was so chilled,
The hours passed by as if time had stood still.
Some fetid, foul creature whispered nearby,
And from deep in the woods came a scared baby’s cry.
Some would become full of panic and fear,
They’d run into the forest and just disappear!
Filled with such horror, they’d suddenly flee
Forgetting anything goes on All Hallows’ Eve.
We would doze off and awake, again and again
Until the harrowing night finally came to an end.
And we’d wait for the welcome light of the day
And see another Halloween just creep away.
Then the sound of the leaves in the soft autumn breeze
And the sun peeking through those fluttering leaves
Filled us with so much relief inside
We couldn’t believe we had somehow survived.
But we’ll do it again come this time next year,
With no trepidations, hesitation, or fear,
Because nothing was really as sinister as it seemed
It’s just that anything goes on All Hallows’ Eve.
(By Patricia A. Fleming)
Celebration Of All Hallows’ Eve
This poem is for we who actually love Halloween or All Hallows’ Eve, as certain individuals allude to it. I’ve generally adored the fun of this collect festival. This season has a unique strange ghostliness to it, particularly around evening time. Insects are turning the most awesome networks. Some of the time the moon shines yellow, full and splendid. Different times there’s a dull white sparkle with foggy passing mists and coldness. It’s a phenomenal season to appreciate and some of the time permit our minds to have some good times!
Fearful, Foggy Night……
Damp darkness befalls as gray fog settles in.
Frightening shadows lingering within.
Footsteps echo through the black, eerie night
With scrapings and rustlings, yet nothing in sight.
Misty clouds floating across the dull moon.
Heart stopping feelings of horror and doom.
Howling squeals pierce the smoggy air.
My heart pounding harder in panicky fear.
The faster and faster I try to race,
My shaky, weak legs won’t keep up the pace.
A scary, awful blood-curdling scream.
I feel so faint, as if in a dream.
Ghostly eyes glowing in bushes distant,
Getting closer and closer in an instant.
Frozen stiff, I shut my eyes tight,
Holding my breath with all my might.
Then swishing past in the chilly breeze,
Opening one eye, I suddenly breathe.
Finally putting my fears at ease.
Oh, it’s just Trick or Treaters on All Hallows’ Eve!
(Patricia L. Cisco)
The corpse that walks,
its solemn line.
The vampire stalks,
finds blood to dine.
The werewolf howls
at the silver moon.
His human form
what’s showing at noon.
The mummy’s cries
of pain and loss.
His wraps that musty smell and moss.
The witch that flies,
upon her broom
and spelling doom.
The black cat scurries,
hisses and claws
through the graveyard walks his paws.
(More By Michelle)