Halloween poems
Halloween, also known as the night of the witches, is a festival of Celtic origin that is celebrated especially in the United States, Canada, Ireland and the United Kingdom on the night of October 31. In this article we show you some poems that you can teach your children or students about this holiday.
Halloween
It's the end of summer
and the harvest ends
it is the soul that hallucinates
to the distant spirit.
The return of the dead
It certainly has to happen
the graves have to be broken
It's the sure thing, the truth.
The dark night black
sunrise orange
will shatter your power
the house will be safe.
Sweets and food
will provoke your attention
it is an illusion celebration
daring celebration.
The ghost
This is the story
of the ghost Fair
that every night
He dies of fright.
Live the poor guy
in a subway
between some spiders
raised for years.
As soon as it gets dark
groans of dread
Will he come tonight?
What a scare! How awful!
At twelve o'clock
Luis Vampiro arrives
I came to accompany him
They are very good friends
Tell me, ghost!
What frightens you?
Ask the mummy
from your corner.
Cry the ghost
Sizzle
and then whispers:
I fear mice!
Miss witch
To be a beautiful witch
you should always smell garlic,
have a greenish face
and the scrub hairs.
Be bony and orejuda
and look in the nose
a hairy wart
long as a worm.
Have a single tooth
and a colossal hump.
Speak with a shrill voice
and lean on a broom.
If besides all this
you always wear dark
and you live in an infected place,
You will be Miss Witch, sure.
The Cucufate ghost
The Cucufate ghost
yesterday there was a stifle:
It got chocolate
the cotton sheet.
He put it in the washing machine,
he put a lot of detergent
and washed it half an hour
with very hot water.
And now as a soul in pain,
angry and afflicted,
wander of battlement in battlements:
The sheet has shrunk!
It reaches him by the knees,
just like a shirt,
and it shows the calves
and the stockings of sock.
It has a huge dislike
because, front or back,
Who will he kill with fright
a ghost in a miniskirt?
Among the pumpkins
Among the pumpkins
the eyes in flame
they reflect in the embers
the blackness of the sky.
Oh costume!
you hide behind
of that mask
in gray presence
of night shine
hide your presence
agitated in murmur ...
They dance on your pupils
from midnight
the mysterious pendulums
Checking twelve.
