Halloween Poems for Kids!

Ghosts are Spooky!

Halloween is great, the ghosts rise from the grave,

And, fly through the cool autumn sky

They haunt little girls and little boys too!

But, you shouldn’t be scared, just say hi!

Most are friendly, like Casper and Boo

And just want to wish you well

Unless you get the ghost of John Wayne Gacey

Who will drag you with him back to hell

Yes, he kidnapped young boys

Their knees he would scrape

As he strangled them violently

After a brutal rape

So be good to your ghost friends

During the Halloween season!

Except John Wayne Gacey

Who will rape and murder for no particular reason

Trick or Treat!

Knock, knock, knock

on the door

Little feet tap the porch floor

Planning a little trickery fun

I open the door and show them my gun

Bang! Bang! Bang!

No more on the door

An electric chair, for me, I’m sure is in store

My Worst Halloween

Locked in closet, hidden away

I hide so no one can see

That I’m dressed as Michael Bay

I was proud to be him on Halloween day

But now I feel shame, please leave me be

Locked in a closet, hidden away

In my aviator glasses and directors beret

Thinking how jealous others would be

That I’m dressed as Michael Bay

I searched for props to help with my display

Finding Transformers, I don’t know why they would be

Locked in a closet, hidden away

“Action! Cut! More explosions!” I shout to children at play

They turn and looked angered, they could clearly see

That I’m dressed as Michael Bay

“Armageddon sucked,” they shout, “And, Bad Boys was gay!”

My heart sank, at that moment I wanted to be

Locked in a closet, hidden away

Now I am disgraced, and here I will stay

I do not want anyone to see

Locked in a closet, hidden away

That I’m dressed as Michael Bay

Halloween Night!

It's Halloween! It's Halloween!

The moon is full and bright

We shall see what can't be seen

On any other night

Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls

Grinning goblins with evil tools

Werewolves rising from their tombs

Witches on their magic brooms

Every year these beasts come out in cliques

To extort treats with the threat of tricks

I do the deed that others fear

I get rid of these creatures every single year

On a short little witch my machete went wild

I stabbed her; she cried “I’m only a child!”

Knowing this was some sort of witchy spell

I twisted the blade, and sent her to hell

A group of vampires screamed “We’re only ten!”

I said “Then have honor, and die like men!”

They scattered and ran, but my stake and my sword

Made all of them bleed as they prayed for their lord

I shot a werewolf with bullets made of silver

He cried and called for his mom while I dug out his liver

“I just want to go home!” I heard the mummy claim

As I doused him with gasoline and lit him aflame

A small goblin twitched as I quietly choked her

I unloaded an Uzi on eight unsuspecting Joker’s

I skinned alive Harry Potter and Hermione Granger

And axed at least a dozen blue Power Rangers

A skeleton cried “Please leave me be!”

I ignored him and used his neck as a golf tee

I busted a ghost, to him bullets I fed

His spectral white sheet now a bright crimson red

This is the norm, every 31st of October

The one time of year I refuse to stay sober

I might come to your town and help make it clean

From the demon spawn, hell beasts that come out on Halloween

It's Halloween! It's Halloween!

The moon is full and bright

We shall see what can't be seen

On any other night