Halloween Poems
Five Little Pumpkin 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!
Spooks
– 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.
Walk Into My Parlor
– by Mary Howitt
"Will you walk into my parlor?"
said the spider to the fly;
"Tis the prettiest little parlor that you ever did spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there."
"Oh no, no!" said the little fly,
"to ask me is in vain;
For who goes up your winding stair
can never come down again."
Halloween
– by Mary Jane Carr
Witches flying past on broomsticks,
Black cats leaping here and there,
White-robed spooks on every 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,
Having 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…
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
