The Dance of Death by Charles Baudelaire
The Dance of Death by Charles Baudelaire Carrying bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she
Every Day Poems
Step into the haunting realm of Every Day Poems’ Halloween Poems, where the eerie and the macabre intertwine to create a captivating tapestry of verse. As the autumn leaves crunch beneath your feet and the crisp, chilly air whispers secrets of the supernatural, immerse yourself in our curated collection of spine-chilling poems that celebrate the essence of All Hallows’ Eve.
From ghostly apparitions to wicked witches, from grinning jack-o’-lanterns to the dance of the undead, our Halloween Poems category explores the diverse facets of this delightfully spooky season. We’ve gathered works from both contemporary poets and timeless masters of the craft, ensuring a rich and varied experience for those who dare to venture into this enchanting literary landscape.
Whether you’re seeking an unsettling tale to read by candlelight or a mischievous rhyme to recite at your Halloween gathering, you’ll find poems that cater to your every dark desire. These verses will send shivers down your spine, evoke the ethereal beauty of the autumnal twilight, and remind you of the mysteries that lurk just beyond the veil of our mortal world.
So, dear reader, grab a cozy blanket, light a flickering candle, and prepare to be bewitched by the magic of Every Day Poems’ Halloween Poetry collection. As you traverse these haunting lines, remember that the boundary between the living and the dead grows thin, and the echoes of the past mingle with the whispers of the present. Let these poems be your guide through the mists of the unknown, and embrace the delightful shivers they evoke. Happy Halloween, and may your journey through these enchanting verses be as memorable as it is chilling.
- The Hag by Robert Herrick
- They Say This House is Haunted by Stephanie DuPont
- The Changeling by Charlotte Mew
- The Listeners by Walter De La Mare
- THE VAMPIRE by Rudyard Kipling
- Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti
- The Kraken by Lord Alfred Tennyson
- The Witch by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
- The Werewolf by Madison Cawein
- The Ghost by Sara Teasdale
- The Dance of Death by Charles Baudelaire
- ULALUME by Edgar Allan Poe
- Autumn by Rainer Maria Rilke
- The Jack-O’-Lantern By Madison Julius Cawein
- The Vampire by James Clerk Maxwell 1845
- The Vampire by Madison Julius Cawein
- The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
- Alone–Edgar Allan Poe
- ‘Twas Halloween Night
- The Haunted Isle By Richard H. Fay
- The Vampire by Charles Baudelaire
- Seekers by Christopher Woods
- THE WITCHES (for older children)
- The Vampire and the Ball by Rebecca L. Snowe
- The Grand Illusion by Maggie Pena
- On Cooking Krakens by Julie Irigaray
- Hallowe’en by Joel Benton (1896)
- Hallowe’en by A. F. Murray
- The Haunted Oak by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Sleepy Hollow by William Ellery Channing
- ANNABEL LEE by Edgar Allan Poe
- To Autumn by John Keats
The Dance of Death by Charles Baudelaire Carrying bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) was an American writer, poet, critic and editor best known for his tales of mystery and horror. He is considered a centra
AUTUMN by Rainer Maria Rilke The leaves fall, fall as from far, Like distant gardens withered in the heavens; They
The Jack-O’-Lantern By Madison Julius Cawein Last night it was Hallowe’en. Darkest night I’ve ever seen. And the boy
The Vampire by James Clerk Maxwell 1845 Translated into modern English by R Edwards There is a knight riding through
Madison Julius Cawein was an American poet born in 1865 in Louisville, Kentucky. He was associated with the “Kentucky School” of writers and was known
The poem’s unnamed narrator is alone at night feeling sad and weak as he pores over old books. As he is about to fall asleep, he hears a tapping at his chamber door. He opens the door to darkness and whispers the name “Lenore,
Edgar Allan Poe was born in 1809 and died in 1849. He was an American writer and poet. He was one of the cornerstone writers of the Romantic Movement.
‘Twas Halloween Night Peter Gregg Slater ‘Twas Halloween night, when all thro’ the house Every creature was stirring, even grandad
I lie beyond the narrow sandy strand,
A jagged mote upon the horizon,
A rugged speck upon the ocean.
Sailors skirt past my flanks in morbid dread.
My dark hollows house the unshriven dead.