Halloween Poems 2.

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"My Next Door Neighbor Is A Witch"

My next door neighbor is a witch,

And she lives way down in a ditch.

Her clothing is a little strange,

Because she never wants to change.

She has a black robe and a black hat,

Green skin and a smelly black cat.

A big fat wart grows on her nose,

And seventeen pimples on her toes.

But...her food is EVEN worse,

Because she eats it course by course.

Her first course is seven dead bats,

Laid on top of seven rats.

Then she has twenty flies

With lots and lots of llama eyes.

Her main course is a horrible soup,

Because it's made with doggie poop.

But worst of all is her dessert.

It's little children rolled in dirt.

Last night she had a witch's feast

And turned into a greedy beast.

I think she cooked my best friend Tilly

And ate her with some peas and broccoli.

What are your thoughts on this poem?

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"My Next Door Neighbor Is A Witch"

My next door neighbor is a witch,

And she lives way down in a ditch.

Her clothing is a little strange,

Because she never wants to change.

She has a black robe and a black hat,

Green skin and a smelly black cat.

A big fat wart grows on her nose,

And seventeen pimples on her toes.

But...her food is EVEN worse,

Because she eats it course by course.

Her first course is seven dead bats,

Laid on top of seven rats.

Then she has twenty flies

With lots and lots of llama eyes.

Her main course is a horrible soup,

Because it's made with doggie poop.

But worst of all is her dessert.

It's little children rolled in dirt.

Last night she had a witch's feast

And turned into a greedy beast.

I think she cooked my best friend Tilly

And ate her with some peas and broccoli.

Why does the author think that their neighbor is a witch? What clues do you see?

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"Candy Corn"

Against the black void, looms the lunar sphere.

Hungry ghosts haunt, satisfied by fright.

Oh my! The children's faces blanch in fear.

And thus the small summit embodies white.

Dwindle do the autumn leaves to the ground.

From the fire, the cold meets its warm demise.

Halloween's favorite gourd, carved and round

And thus the middle is where orange lies.

Farms and tractor-pulled rides, hay is handy.

The black cat's eerie eyes gleam from its face.

The vegetable tastes not like the candy.

And thus concludes yellow to form the base.

White, orange, and yellow make something sweet.

Enjoy some candy corn, Halloween's treat!

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"Candy Corn"

Against the black void, looms the lunar sphere.

Hungry ghosts haunt, satisfied by fright.

Oh my! The children's faces blanch in fear.

And thus the small summit embodies white.

Dwindle do the autumn leaves to the ground.

From the fire, the cold meets its warm demise.

Halloween's favorite gourd, carved and round

And thus the middle is where orange lies.

Farms and tractor-pulled rides, hay is handy.

The black cat's eerie eyes gleam from its face.

The vegetable tastes not like the candy.

And thus concludes yellow to form the base.

White, orange, and yellow make something sweet.

Enjoy some candy corn, Halloween's treat!

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"Mystic Magination Night!"

On one mystic, magic night,

Jack O Lanterns glowing bright,

kids with bags of candy sweet,

roam door to door and street to street,

all dressed up for trick or treat!

Wizards with wands, pirates with hooks,

monsters and clowns with spooky looks,

kings and queens with capes and crowns,

a princess in her royal gown,

witches with warts and fairies with wings

movies stars with sparkling rings,

vampires with fangs that bite,

ghost that boo all dressed in white.

Imaginations taken flight,

on that one mystic, magic night.

Oh, the fun of Halloween,

be young or old or in between!

What are your thoughts on this poem? What emotions does this poem show?

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"Mystic Magination Night!"

On one mystic, magic night,

Jack O Lanterns glowing bright,

kids with bags of candy sweet,

roam door to door and street to street,

all dressed up for trick or treat!

Wizards with wands, pirates with hooks,

monsters and clowns with spooky looks,

kings and queens with capes and crowns,

a princess in her royal gown,

witches with warts and fairies with wings

movies stars with sparkling rings,

vampires with fangs that bite,

ghost that boo all dressed in white.

Imaginations taken flight,

on that one mystic, magic night.

Oh, the fun of Halloween,

be young or old or in between!

What does this poem make you think of? Does it make you remember trick or treating?

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"Halloween Night"

When days grow short and nights get cold

And autumn trees turn red and gold,

Move, we may, through sun drenched days

'Midst leaves and berries and bales of hay.

In our hearts we feel the lure

Toward darkness, shivers, and things not pure,

While ghostly shadows creep slowly by,

Spying on witches and brooms that fly.

Icy fingers that grab their prey

And do bad things 'til night turns to day.

Heed this plea to stay inside.

Find covers and blankets and sheets to hide.

Slowly this night will fade to day

And fiends and monsters will crawl away.

Once a year, on this dank night,

We'll shake and shiver 'til morning light.

What are your thoughts on this poem?

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"Halloween Night"

When days grow short and nights get cold

And autumn trees turn red and gold,

Move, we may, through sun drenched days

'Midst leaves and berries and bales of hay.

In our hearts we feel the lure

Toward darkness, shivers, and things not pure,

While ghostly shadows creep slowly by,

Spying on witches and brooms that fly.

Icy fingers that grab their prey

And do bad things 'til night turns to day.

Heed this plea to stay inside.

Find covers and blankets and sheets to hide.

Slowly this night will fade to day

And fiends and monsters will crawl away.

Once a year, on this dank night,

We'll shake and shiver 'til morning light.

What images can you see from reading this poem?