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Part One: 31 Halloween Poems

Updated: Feb 20, 2021

Here are the first six of my Halloween themed poems enjoy!

31 Poems For Halloween

These are weird Poems I made for the weird holiday of Halloween. Enjoy!

1) The Being

The Being lives not

The being feeds off of your thoughts

It looks like you when you see it

And when you look away

The longer it will stay

It travels as air at night

But not so much during the Daylight

You look and see yourself on that bench

That’s how it feeds

To keep its needs

For it is not a mirror

It isn’t backwards

But once you see

You become the being

2) Nailstorm

The Sky turns black

At the drop of a hat

The sky is angry

Once again

It just looks for events

To build up anger

And Release it during a harsh shower

So the metal starts pelting

Those who don’t stay inside

As screws and nails

Rain down from above

Trying to hurt

Anything in reach

The nails make a loud


As it hits the brand new

Nail-proof umbrellas

That the weather man recommends

Nowadays though

You can’t predict the rain

3) The Sanity-tizer

Step right up!

For our brand new deal!

Put some of this on

And restore your sanity!

You shall be healed

Here, good sir, buy this

Sign this contract

And I’ll call you in a day

Now give your sorry old life away!

Oh, you ma’am, I see you’ve come back?

Is it Sanity-tizer that you lack?

I see. You have things to say and think

Well, don’t worry; this will fix that in a blink!

Don’t come back again

Your problems will soon be resolved

You can’t find this product anywhere else folks!

With this your life shall always be swell

You’ll smile every time

It’s not dangerous you’ll be fine

Just sign; now print there right on the line

Don’t stress

You came at just the right time

4) The Illusion

We put wool over your eyes at night

You’ll never find us here

You won’t even know you’re near

Till you step on our home

Then you’ll be ours

You’ll help us do the dirty work

Convincing others that the stars are lost souls

Once you step in our home

You will know otherwise

You’ll know our world exists

You’ll know some of us are in the sky

And you’ll still have to say

The beautiful night sky is all of you from the past

To survive our grasp

When you’ll know the truth

At last

5) The Rocking Chair

The rocking chair

It was magnificent

In all its glory

It was given as a present to me

As an old woman

Who can’t be alone

A rocking chair

This is my throne

And I’m sitting there

As my son cooks dinner

When I look in the mirror

Beside my chair

And see something that should not be there

The chair is made up of bones

The rats scurry around my feet

There is a person rotting in the chair

At first all I do is stare

I lift a hand up

And the person in the mirror

Lifts theirs too

As they do

Their skin looks like it’s no longer rotting

In fact it now looks as though it’s glowing

I smile

And roses appear around the chair

I wave

And the rats become kittens

And then I speak

“This is amazing”

The bones are now made of gold

And the chair literally becomes a throne

The mirror person speaks back

“Come with me now we’re lacking time if you come with me you’ll be fine”

So I try hard

To stand on my feet

And then I look

I have grown wings and I fly into the mirror and am now on the other side

Before I leave I turn back

To see my son crying his eyes out

Over the body I’d left behind

A voice booms and says, “Don’t be sad, it was your time”

Then I start

To fly

6) The Interpreter


The first day on the job

My training so far has not brought me to

This moment of being here

I knock on the door

And the parent’s answer it

Crying that their little girl was alone

I ask them the standard question

“Is he still there?”

They reply they know he is

So I go in

The parents following closely behind

It’s my job to stop more terrible crimes

I tell the parents stay with her

Before I can interpret

I have to hold him down

From escaping these grounds

I look in the kitchen and see the bodies

And I walk upstairs

I can sense that there is some thinking going on here

So I go through the walls

And I see him

Ready to strike again

This is when I go in

“I need to get this done; the cops will be here soon”

I step in and say “No, you stay right here, you need to face this head on

Don’t be a coward…”

After a long time in his head

A cop comes in followed by a few others

And they arrest him

He still puts up a fight

But ultimately he gives in and I slip out

To downstairs where the souls of the parents

Are calling for me

I go downstairs

And the cops don’t know what to do with the baby

But the parents know this is there last chance

To connect with their child

I look over at the crying baby

And I ask the parents what they want to say

“We love you baby, we never meant for it to be this way. We wish this did not happen at all. We wish we could be there for all your hopes and falls, but it’s time for us to go we wish for the best

Now we have to get some rest.”

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