6 Spooky Poems for Halloween

Spooky season is upon us at last 

Reminders of witches and ghosts of the past

The air is so crisp, and the sun sets so fast

The vibrant decay of the leaves do contrast


As you gaze at the pumpkins, delight in the spice

Caramel apples and flannels and things not so nice 

Do you search for the poems that spook and entice?

Read on, as these choices will surely suffice


Nicholas Nemitz 

 It’s that time of the year again

where the harvest ends for most, 

but also begins within the selfish and wicked.

The leaves in which healers 

have kept green for so long,

turn a bright orange

as if the color

had been slowly strangled out of it.

Those leaves fall to the ground,

raked into graves 

and the hands that held them

are no longer hands

they are tombstones.

‘Here lies change,’ 

who knew

that death could be this beautiful. 


Lydia Raven, “Witch Crossing”

Bewitching and charming,

my lady in black.

A glance so alarming,

I had to look back.


To ensure that no dream

could excite or beguile,

to subdue or redeem

her half-crooked smile.


I could never withstand

the way she enthralled 

with a mind to enchant,

Her romantic assault


For you ravished and thrilled me

as our spirits entwined

and that look nearly killed me,

Now it rests in my mind. 


Beth Vermander, “Black”


as Pitch, 

as still

water in

cast iron,

as rotted 

figs, or


wraPPed in



Reading Under the Radar, “Haunted”

“We are all preoccupied, 

haunted by the people

we should be. 

By the ghosts of everything

we promised ourselves,

as children we would be,

until we faced life with all its cruelty

and it turned us into graveyards

of our dreams, our choices, 

of what should have been our history.”  


John Grover, “Seasonal Spirit”

Autumn nights, witches in flight,

The ghosts remember when,

The pumpkins grinned, and the veil was thin,

On a night when scarecrows dance again.


When bats spread their wings, black cats screech,

From moonlit graveyards where ghouls roam,

To barren roads where skeletal trees reach,

The denizens of the dark have come home.


Seas of dead leaves herald the season,

The nights grow long to remind us,

We once feared the dark for a very good reason,

It’s Halloween night and the dead are ravenous.  


Jess M. Collette, “Sink”

Down in the depths

of the murky deep

are the discarded Jack-O’-Lanterns

That no one ever keeps 


After that night

Called All Hallows’ Eve

When they light up the dark

Until the trick or treaters leave 


Then their candles grow dim

And at the chime of midnight

All the Jacks are collected

Under filtered moonlight 


By a glowing specter who drops them

In a swamp with no name

Plunk, plunk, plunk

The dark water douses their flames 


One after the other

The Jacks sink into the moat

Beneath the fallen tree

Where the autumn leaves float 


There they lay in wait

For the same night each year

When a new crop of Jacks

Will slowly sink and disappear


Halloween is a chance to explore the spookier themes that haunt our minds as we transform them into poetry. Like a witch’s brew, the emotions boil over onto the page and allow us to confront the things that scare us the most. 


Happy Halloween, readers! Do you have a Halloween poem? Be sure to share your work in the comments!