65 Horror Poems for a Batch of Ghoulish Fun

Prepared to be spooked as you enter the world of horror poetry.

From past famous works to modern tales, these horror poems will take your imagination on a captivating journey.

Whether you are looking for a chill down your spine or hoping to sharpen up your writing skills, this hand-picked anthology is sure to give you some ghoulish fun!

As Arthur Conan Doyle said, “Where there is no imagination there is no horror” – and it certainly needs an imaginative venture into the unknown realms of verse if one really wants to experience terror of its finer nuances.

So let’s dive right into our collection: here are some scary poems that would leave any reader at the edge of their seat!

Best Horror Poems

Are you in the mood for some heart-pumping, spine-tingling fun? Look no further than these horror poems! With their chilling words and haunting images, they’re sure to set the perfect mood for a delightfully spooky evening.

1. In the Night

       by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

The light was burning very dim,
The little blaze was brown and red,
And I waked just in time to see
A panther going under the bed.
I saw him crowd his body down
To make it fit the little space.
I saw the streaks along his back,
And bloody bubbles on his face.
Long marks of light came out of my eyes
And went into the lamp—and there
Was Something waiting in the room-
I saw it sitting on a chair.
Its only eye was shining red,
Its face was very long and gray,
Its two bent teeth were sticking out,
And all its jaw was torn away.
Its legs were flat against the chair,
Its arms were hanging like a swing.
It made its eye look into me,
But did not move or say a thing.
I tried to call and tried to scream,
But all my throat was shut and dry.
My little heart was jumping fast,
I couldn’t talk or cry.
And when I’d look outside the bed
I’d see the panther going in.
The streaks were moving on his back,
The bubbles on his chin.
I couldn’t help it if they came,
I couldn’t save myself at all,
And so I only waited there
And turned my face against the wall.

2. At Home

       by Emily Dickinson

The night was wide, and furnished scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.

The wind pursued the little bush,
And drove away the leaves
November left; then clambered up
And fretted in the eaves.

No squirrel went abroad;
A dog’s belated feet
Like intermittent plush were heard
Adown the empty street.

To feel if blinds be fast,
And closer to the fire
Her little rocking-chair to draw,
And shiver for the poor,

The housewife’s gentle task.
“How pleasanter,” said she
Unto the sofa opposite,
“The sleet than May — no thee!”

3. Haunted House

       by Tommy Garrison

This is a story of a haunted house.
The spookiest ever, with eyes and a mouth.

Walking by you’d feel a death cold chill.
Look in windows, you’d see ghosts for real!

Witches! Bats! and black cats.
Zombies! Ghouls! and giant rats.

Inside this house are real bad dreams.
Each night you’d hear shrieking screams!

Trust me when I say, stay far away!
Near this house, you don’t want to play!

For it’s the creepiest house
I would never dare go,
because everyone says….
it will keep your soul!

4. Scream for Me

       by Justin R Patterson

He sees distant memories flash before his eyes, the past
He is in a memory, able to interact
Hearing over the comms, “We are coming” and “Do you believe”
He is terrified, he does not know where he is
Christian Parker walks out the infirmary on the other side of the hallway
He is wearing a white shirt with blood on it
Some joggers and his padded shoes
And blonde and brown hair, looking like a surfer dude
He starts to walk towards you with his short scythe
There are no guards, no one is coming to save you
I will make you scream for me to stop
You run towards the library, it is locked
There is a set of doors leading outside, they are locked
He is locked in with him, the walls turn to blood
His appearance starts to get distorted
The ground turns to some jungle looking sand
Looking down, he is sinking through
You will never escape
He sinks all the way through, he wakes up on the ground
Next to the blown up cell, is this place haunted
Or was he experimented on and he was just seeing memories
His own memories but he does not remember
It is like someone stuffed someone else’s memories into his brain

5. All You Who Sleep Tonight

       by Vikram Seth

All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above –

Know that you aren’t alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.

6. The Listeners

       by Walter de la Mare

‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest’s ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller’s head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller’s call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
’Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:—
‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,’ he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.

7. A Book

       by Emily Dickinson

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!

8. When You Come

       by Maya Angelou

When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,


9. Bed & Breakfast in the Mist

       by Sonia

I made reservations at a bed and breakfast,
it was miles away from my cozy home,
the picture on the website showed an old house,
advertising a Victorian theme from the past,
the map gave an an address of 666 Lucifer Trail
it was off a major road and up a hill not for the frail.

In the midnight hour I saw the place built on a bluff,
it was shrouded with an eerie mist wrapped around,
slowly I climbed the deep and creaky wooden stairs,
rang the doorbell and heard footsteps behind the door,
before me stood a gaunt man dressed in black linen,
he introduced himself as Jack Leroy McKinnon.

Lacking a smile he grabbed my one light suitcase
and led me up the stairs to my room number thirteen,
he said breakfast will be served at eight promptly,
the room was decorated from another era and dark,
I turned on a lamp so I could see my way around,
the bed welcomed me as I fell asleep without a sound.

By morning the mist disappeared and the sun shone,
I looked out the window and saw ravens flying above,
walking into the dining room people were eating.
they were enjoying their breakfast and conversing,
all were dressed in clothing from another time,
sitting by myself I heard the grandfather clock chime.

All the guests got up at once and left out the door,
the women were wearing long dresses from long ago,
men donned suits which our great grandfathers wore,
they must be part of a celebration of yesteryear,
perhaps a parade of folks who are part of a fair,
all dressed in their finery with elegance and flare.

I left the Bed & Breakfast in the Mist before noon,
headed down the steep hill to the main road,
stopped at a station on the road for gas and break,
asked the clerk about the B & B on top of the hill,
the person looked at me and shook her gray head,
it burned to the ground and everyone was found dead.

Famous Horror Poems

Whether you’re hosting a Halloween party or just want to scare yourself silly, these famous horror poems are the perfect choice. So why wait? Dive into the world of horror poetry and prepare to be thrilled and terrified in equal measure!

1. Screaming Won’t Help You Now

       by Krystal Shade

With all the anger in the world nothing could explain how angry I was,
That night when I saw you with them,
The night I watched you pierce the knife into her gut,
And run like a coward into the darkness as if I wouldn’t find you,
You’ll be found,
Trust me.

Finding you was like looking for a dead flower in a field of living ones,
So easy I didn’t even try,
So easy I found myself trying to make it harder,
But you stuck out like a sore thumb,
One that would never be better,
So that night I finally cornered you,
and did exactly as you did to my sister,
You screamed but no one came to your rescue,
No one was going to try and stop me.

Scream you will,
but help will not come,
For you have set eyes on the devil and,
that is me.

2. Unease

       by Anonymous

Somehow just now I don’t feel so good
Just saw two black cats in a row
One in the alley
One crossing the road

Not a good omen
As the leaves are also falling
Like so many
Dead bodies.

3. Something Holy

       by Katrine Kærsvang

Oh i’d be a nun – if i could
This world makes me think i should
I am not of sensuality
I’m made for a different reality

I could never judge – i could not care
But yet i shake with scare
This is not a world for me
I have something other to be

I can laugh – at myself for this
At how differently i seek bliss
If i see no light in it
Here i will be still and sit

Apathy – for this modern world
I am a 19th century girl
I miss a world that believed in love
And something holy up above

4. Best Man

       by Nick Willson

something is wrong here, can you feel it too?
not obnoxiously loud, not terribly subtle,
like when I rode the ferris wheel at navy pier &
coasting smooth, swinging towards the sky
when I noticed the guy—waving,
he wouldn’t stop staring—

directly at me & he’s wearing this out-dated
all black suit & tie—
smile so inhumanly broad & amplified,
his jaundiced yellow broken teeth are glowing,
reflecting the sun as brightly as a full moon
illuminating the entire landscape
high-pitched squealing iron above me,
the volume of large rats dancing around him,
snap the trance the poisoned man has cast upon me,
commanding focus now are the two thick bolts
unscrewing themselves, separating the solitary
joint suspending me 300 feet in the air
so panicked i’m a crippled blob, but for the gravity jerking my head back to the man in black who was gone.
“what does that have to do with your sister’s wedding?”
he’s the best man

5. Ballad for the Werewolf

       by Elizabeth John

Slowly, slowly
I creep, I creep
into the wood
I seek, I seek
the goddess, the maiden
that presides over night
I’m drawn to her essence
her light, her light
So I creep, I creep
the time has come
to worship the moon
it’s begun, it’s begun
onto the rocks
I climb, I climb
to howl at her
it’s time, it’s time:
a transformation,
a change, a shift
from man to beast
so swift, so swift
a transformation
a shift, a change
gone is the human
only instinct and rage
she gives me power
oh might, oh might
quickly I steal
into night, into night
I seek my prey
magnificent feasts
of tender flesh
and I’ll eat, and I’ll eat
for now is the time
that I creep, I creep
through the dark wood
and I seek, I seek…

6. And the Moon and the Stars and the World

       by Charles Bukowski

Long walks at night–
that’s what good for the soul:
peeking into windows
watching tired housewives
trying to fight off
their beer-maddened husbands.

7. The Worst Terror

       by Anonymous

Pumpkins grin,
As shadows merge in a midnight dream.
I slink through the dark questioning
What these images before me mean.

Ghostly orbs and moving shadows
Make me to want to run away.
Whispers of my name felt in my bones
Cause me to shake and pray.

Then I remember true horror exists,
No place is safe. It occurs all of the time.
The worst terror is when the world forgets
Your skinless bones once housed a mind

8. We Real Cool

       by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

Short Horror Poems

If you’re looking for a quick and spooky way to get into the Halloween spirit, then you won’t want to miss these short horror poems. These eerie verses are perfect for a haunted night in with friends, or for anyone who loves a good scare. Check them out!

1. Insomniac

       by Maya Angelou

There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.

2. Faith” Is a Fine Invention

       by Emily Dickinson

“Faith” is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.

3. Passing Time

       by Maya Angelou

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk

One paints the beginning
of a certain end.

The other, the end of a
sure beginning.

4. Dreams

       by Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

5. A Question

       by Robert Frost

A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.

6. A Conceit

       by Maya Angelou

Give me your hand

Make room for me
to lead and follow
beyond this rage of poetry.

Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.

For me
Give me your hand.

7. Nothing Gold Can Stay

       by Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

8. Suicide’s Note

       by Langston Hughes

The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.

Horror Poems That Rhyme

Whether you’re a fan of classic horror or prefer something more modern and macabre, these scary poems that rhyme are sure to get you in the mood for some ghoulish fun. So why wait? Check them out today and get ready to embrace the darkness!

1. Strange Tree

       by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

Away beyond the Jarboe house
I saw a different kind of tree.
Its trunk was old and large and bent,
And I could feel it look at me.
The road was going on and on
Beyond to reach some other place.
I saw a tree that looked at me,
And yet it did not have a face.
It looked at me with all its limbs;
It looked at me with all its bark.
The yellow wrinkles on its sides
Were bent and dark.
And then I ran to get away,
But when I stopped to turn and see,
The tree was bending to the side
And leaning out to look at me.

2. A Very Short Song

       by Dorothy Parker

Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.

3. Lurking

       by T.J. Morrissey

I sat in a cabin, alone by the fire…
It’s a cabin bearing no water or wire.
The candle flickers, frigid breeze–
The limbs of trees which flail and seize.

And then a harsh crash could be heard from the shadows,
A knocking upon all the doors, walls, and windows!
A face stares by corner of eye…
A phantom of shadow gone by?

So I then paced back and forth to look there, behind…
Has this been a cruel joke or had the stars aligned?!
There it sat, face ablaze with rage,
A burning power like a blaze!

This creature’s sodden horns were drawn out from its head,
And had teeth with more poison than a bar of lead.
Nostrils which flared, smoke and ash,
Its eyes of evil, void of lash.

A body of smoke still having physical form,
Crowned with a diamond, with which it had been adorned,
Feet like the most powerful beast,
And a tail, so long, last but not least.

4. Hot and Cold

       by Roald Dahl

A woman who my mother knows
Came in and took off all her clothes.

Said I, not being very old,
‘By golly gosh, you must be cold! ‘

‘No, no! ‘ she cried. ‘Indeed I’m not!
I’m feeling devilishly hot! ‘

5. Mystic Realm

       by Ravens Requiem

In a place where shadows dance and sigh,
Where moonlight weeps and stars deny,
Harrowing secrets, darkness unfurled,
In the depths of night, where mystery’s swirled.

A haunting wind, with whispers dread,
Tales of sorrow in every thread.
Through the veils of time, a chilling rhyme,
In this eerie realm, where lost souls chime.

Beneath the shroud of the enigmatic moon,
In this cryptic night, the spirits croon.
Mysterious forces, both near and far,
In this harrowing world, where mysteries are.

Seek not the answers, for they may elude,
In this mystic realm, where shadows brood.
A tapestry of fear, both deep and wide,
In this harrowing, mysterious, ghostly ride.

6. Kingdom of Shadows

       by Ravens Requiem

Beneath the shroud of midnight’s embrace,
I am the angel of doom, a spectral grace.
In hands that clutch a crown, heavy and cold,
A kingdom of shadows, its stories untold.

Paradise is lost in the tapestry of time,
A haunting lament, a melancholic chime.
The celestial realms weep, their tears unseen,
As I navigate realms where darkness convenes.

Wings draped in shadows, feathers stained,
A serenade of despair in a world unexplained.
I tread the path of forgotten dreams,
In the hollowed echoes, where silence deems.

The crown I bear, a burden of thorns,
A sovereign of shadows, where sorrow adorns.
Lost in the fragments of a celestial scheme,
I’m the harbinger of fate, a ghostly dream.

7. Haunted Heart

       by Stephanie Liquori

Ghost of shadows past roam
like a mist of deepest night sewn
floats silently mind is heightning
flash minds eye, sudden lightning

Spooky sounds from beyond abound
creeping about my hollowed ground
empty echoes, I can’t be saved
deathly lonely as the flowered grave

Rapid beats pulse go madly
cold thoughts touch so sadly
grabbing, scratching evoking soul
digging deeper a permanent hole

Essence of life ebbing gray
wind howls, gusting away
shadows play on inner walls
creaking around darkened halls

Dying tree of skeletal hands
holding me down, I cannot stand
never letting me free to be
story died deep inside of me

I’m a true possessed place
dead and gone from this space
fleeing from frightened times
macabre feelings, dread climbs

Mood whispers, disembodied moans
most desired to be called home
where peace and rest can abide
exorcist sage my haunted insides

8. Stand Your Ground Lil’ Sue

       by Jon Von Erb

so goes hell’s creepy night
filled with Halloween fright
scare him back, evil pumpkin
a watering would leave him sunken

stand your ground
feelin’ sound

Horror Poems about Death

Guaranteed to send shivers down your spine, these hauntingly beautiful creepy poems about death are the perfect addition to any Halloween gathering. They will have you cowering under the covers and jumping at every bump in the night. So light some candles, put on your scariest costume, and settle in for a night of bone-chilling poetry that will leave you wanting more.

1. Nightmare

       by Sabrina Millicent

The innocent glint seized by dark shadows
As the wintertime breeze blows Crows howl in fear as foreign eyes glow 
Anonymous corpses line icy roads 

Shivering stars crouching behind the moon
The sound of runners’ feet echoes the air
They elucidated a bloody typhoon
Those left cover moist gapes so they won’t stare

Smiling in glee they muffle timid cries
As the elders count the heads they linger
Hairy hands made marks 
 compiling a prize
They scan pale clouds for the winning finger 

They’d compiled nutrition for famished kin
Joyful they did a pirouette and spin.

2. The Final Moment

       by Viviene Ramsay

The trees by her window bowed down low,
And the leaves cried and their voices echo
The sun greeted her with its red, hot stare,
And her thoughts wondered if her time was near.
The aroma of the honey-filled bees filled the sun lit room,
But the dancing waves down by the sea spoke of doom.
Her heart sang a mournful song and her eyes began to weep,
And in that very moment she sighed heavily and drifted off to sleep.
She awoke in the stillness of the night to the noises in the wall,
They called her by name to fight and stand tall.
The bed was a cat sinking its claws deep into her skin,
And the walls continued to beat loudly as she grasped for strength from within.
She twisted and turned in agony as she couldn’t bear the pain anymore,
Death was now her only company and it was then that she was sure.
The fan sang her a lullaby and the floor held its breath,
As the lights hugged her close she whispered not just yet.
Oh she wished that she had wings that she could fly away,
But death called her name and said in its soft voice, today.
And she wished, oh how she wished that time was finally her friend,
But she was not a friend, she had robbed her of her will to live,
How could she stop death when she had nothing more to give?
Kiss me on my cheeks death and whisper my name very fast,
Wrap your arms around me death as my time has come at last.

3. In Death We Still Have Each Other

       by Jenny Hunt

Apocalyptic acid rain falls,
with you and I standing in it.
We will die either way,
just get it done already.

I know we’re still young,
but death is upon us.
As our faces burn off, melting,
our faith will remain in the afterlife.

I know it’s scary,
but death is inevitable,
just like the pain that haunts us.
Unable to let go, in hell we will suffer.

In death there is a silver lining,
we may have died,
but we have died together.

4. They Only Come Out at Night

       by Billy Jones

They Only come out at Night
Like Smoke throught the Forest
Floating in the Air
not a Sound to be heard

Over Hills They go
Down into Valley’s They Flow
Creeping slowly down a Road
Up into Your Driveway

onto Your Porch it Comes
into a Crack it flows
Black as Pitch
Cold as Ice

Looking for the One
Up out of a Slit in the Floor
it Creeps to a Door
Under it goes

Slow and steady
it is always ready
under a Bed
Ready to Grab Your Head

and take You away
where You will NEVER see the Light of Day

5. Poisonous Intentions with a Deadly Invitation

       by Jenny Hunt

Accepting your invitation for a night cap
ended up being a fatal mistake as we snacked.
Raising our glasses to new possibilities,
eerily erased all my future opportunities.

Choking on tonics of arsenic and cyanide,
poison implodes and melts my insides.
Boiling from within, my skin disintegrates,
a potent scent of rotting flesh irritates.

In your morbid mansion, on this unholy day,
melancholy melodies hauntingly play.
On your wooden table, displayed is liquid death,
toasting to new relationships caused my end.

Beware of beautiful women who teasingly flirt,
one drink, you’ll be six feet under hazardous dirt.

6. Devilish Dreams

       by Anonymous

The devil plays with my head through my dreams
Showing me dreams embodying you
I wake up with a jolt and a scream
A scream on my lips, if only you knew

Haunting the living, haunting the dead
Choking on spit, I strangle myself 
I’m not ready to lie on my deathbed
I tell my brain: ‘get a grip on yourself’

Spit to my left to chase the demons away
I close my lids and try to fall back into a slumber
Trying my best to keep my tears at bay
Specks cloud my vision: wine, frost and umber

You’re dead and I couldn’t even stop you
You were my only hope, now I see hope on a noose
Beat myself until I’m black and blue
Don’t visit me in my dreams, let’s call it a truce

7. My Nightmare

       by Edward Bonner

As I stare into the candles, I watch the doorknob handle..

Memories of laughter and fun, until the riots come.

Fire bombs, and Cub Scouts, a life of liberty and democracy.

Martin Luther King Junior, Robert F Kennedy, Charles Miles Manson,
Hare Krishnas, and LSD,
dancing around with their tambourines.

Silhouettes of the criminally insane,
an evil parasite pricking into your brain.

Flesh eating ghouls seeking a life of inhumanity, one shot in the cranium,
is a death ending legacy.

We live in the village of the Damned,
a destructive life in hand.

Don’t scream for ya mama,
cause they’re coming to get you Barbara.

8. The Ballad of Sarah Pike

       by Janine Lever

This is the tale of Sarah Pike
Who lived in a cottage at Hangman’s Dyke,
Twixt Preston and old Burnblack town
She walked the byways up and down.
Travellers stopped to buy her pies
And kissed her hands with gracious goodbyes
Till a gentleman rider on his tall chestnut steed
Strangled her dead in his wicked deed.

Sarah Pike will never go home, Sarah Pike forever will roam.

For four hundred years she walks just the same
The road wide and busy with a new name
But many have driven home in great fright
When they saw Sarah Pike cross the road in the night.
 A strange ghostly figure she sobs and she cries
Lost in her sorrow she moans and she sighs
And no-one can save her from her ghastly pain
For the old ones are gone and so is the lane.

Sarah Pike will never go home, Sarah Pike forever will roam.

Horror Poems for Adults

These terrifying horror poems for adults are perfect for setting the scene, whether it’s Halloween or you simply want to add some ghoulish fun to your evening. So don’t be afraid – check them out now and prepare to be scared out of your wits!

1. The Witch of Lonely Hill

       by P. Munson

There is a age old legend, that the locals know very well,
That’s about a witch who for money, will cast any form of spell.
For just a few coins from a farmer, she will bring forth crop saving rain,
So a very bountiful harvest, the farmer, he will eventually gain.
But with the pressing of gold, into the witch’s gnarled old hand,
She will gleefully cast forth, a most evil and Insidious plan.
So if you are a son, who’s wealthy fsther has lived too long,
Who won’t inherit your due, til your pater, is finally gone.
Or your a maiden, who’s heart is set on a rake, with a wondering eye,
And you wish, for all your competition, to weither up and die.
Then saddle up your mount, and strongly apply the switch,
And ride up Lonely Hill, with gold, for the helpful old witch.

2. The Encounter

       by P. Munson

T’was on a full mooned night, in hushed twilight’s daerkened gloom,
That a most unfortunate maiden encoutered, the icy hand of doom.
It was there on a winding forest path,
that a fearsome creature it did roam,
That the innocent maiden was killed, by fangs that dripped foam.
The unfortunate maiden’s words of terrot, they died unspoken upon her lip,
While upon the maiden’s throat, that the beast hungerly did rip.
So please heed my words of warning, and never act like a fearless loon,
And avoid go walking in the woods, whenever there is a full moon.

3. Would You Hide…

       by Krystal Shade

From things that aren’t real?
From someone as you watch their face peal?
Would you hide from a monster under your bed?
Or would you image it’s just Ted?
Would you hide from humanity?
or would you react rationally?

Are you scared of what life has in store for you?
And all of your friends too?
I watched Jason walk around my room..
I kept my mouth shut while he hit my door with a loud boom!
I wanted to run but i stayed.
But something made me more afraid…
when I saw Michael, Ghost face, Freddy, Samara, and Slenderman walk in.

Would you hide as well?
Or would you act like everything was fine?

yes…everything’s fine!
My friends are here!!
“Hello Michael, Ghost Face, Freddy, Samara, and Slenderman!”

4. Horrid Hole

       by Justin Patterson

What about the horrid hole or the other horrid things
Only one guy knows of these horrid things like the horrid hole
When he pulls up the small laptop it gets a few pings
The pings pinged something horrid like a pole

What could be so horrid about a pole or a hole, you will know
In due time though because I’m telling a story
The hole went very deep and the pole so low
It all started with a young guy named Cory

Cory didn’t know when you go down there, you never come up
There is no way up, just a way down into the deep dark abyss
Thankfully he brought some water in a tiny enclosed cup
The scariest gas of them all, the invisible bliss

His backpack didn’t carry all of the necessary tools
Plus he forgot his cell phone but that wouldn’t have helped
No service down there, the water underneath his feet cools
It got cold all of a sudden, he felt it and yelped

All he could do was try to survive but how does one survive
In such a horrid location like the Hole Well
How can he do all of this and actually strive
Down there in the well, it felt like some sort of hell

Poor Cory didn’t think this one through
He won’t make it through the night like everyone else
Because everyone else dies in this place, it is so rough
Cory didn’t survive his body ash just like itself

5. The Hermit in the Swamp

       by Justin Patterson

The hermit in an abandoned town in the swamp
Said to protect the man in the fog, a mysterious danger
Killed hundreds of people who have entered the town
It used to be a nice town but he had ruined it when he came
Now the town is pretty much abandoned besides the hermit
He said he can’t leave because the fogman won’t let him
A broken family man forced to live in isolation
Besides when he needs food and drinks
The fogman had let him go to another town to buy it
The swamp has more mysterious figures than the fogman though
Like the creature of the swamp and some other trapped spirits
It is definitely a very creepy swamp
No one goes through the swamp due to these figures
The fogman was the first but not the last
Now the hermit has to be careful not to meddle
Otherwise he will be dealt with

6. Ghost

       by Anonymous

when darkness unfolds, I can
no longer distinguish nightmare
and reality. teasingly touching,
leading me to second guess
whether or not I’ve actually woken up.

I move through the house like I can’t see,

like a white sheet.

I wonder if they are watching me,
so caught up in the darkness in my own head
that I mimic their movements
as if I am dead.

I ask myself if they are wondering why
I look so much like them inside my mind.

empty mirrors lining every wall,
chills to my bones coming unprovoked.

imaginary noises and demons in the corners.

I always suspected I’m only a ghost.

7. Watch Out for the Shadow Tree

       by Caren Krutsinger

Cautioned to look out for the shadow tree
She is spiderlike with white tentacles
Her venom kills on Halloween night
We screamed at her when they turned out the light

8. Hypothesis

       by Anonymous

Eyes aglow, my signal fire
Attractive persona:
deadly quagmire
Dress up ole jolly
let’s play pretend
but I just can’t wait
for your life to end

I adore light and laughter
behind young eyes
and I crave it even more
when the shadows arise
That’s fear at its peak
like waves beneath a boat
theory number 1: dead bodies float

Horror Poems for Students

If you’re the kind of person who gets a kick out of creepy tales and shivery stories, then boy, do we have a treat for you. We’ve put together a batch of the most bone-chilling, hair-raising horror poems for students that are sure to give you goosebumps and keep you up at night. So what are you waiting for? Check them out and get ready for a hauntingly good time!

1. The Banshee’s Vengeful Ghost

       by P.Munson

The summer’s night air was fragrant, for the roses were in full bloom,
So how in this lovely garden could there be, any sense of doom?
Yet a very ancient cirse, it permeated the very air,
Calming onto death, any lovesick maiden, who was young and fair.
For many centuries before, a innocent maiden had been betrayed,
Impregnated by a feckless lover, who arranged for her to be slayed.
So now her vengeful spirit roams, whenever the roses are in bloom,
Claiming any young maiden in love, by the icy hand of doom.

2. Soul Stealing Spirit

       by Jenny Hunt

A frothy figure forms; furiously frets,
spilling sinister spiritual secrets.
Booing over past regrets,
unable to crossover until it repents.

Lending a compassionate, listening ear,
I let the ghostly spirit confess with no fear.
Translucent terrifying tales told; trickling tears,
telling truths about the lives it once seared.

Fading in and out through hot steam,
its presence is not what it seems,
its secrets I was vowed to keep,
or my soul from my chest it will reap.

My hot earl gray tea spills,
as it hauntingly horrifies me for thrills,
happily telling me those lives it willingly killed.
Next, my soul it silently, surprisingly steals.

3. Balloon of Dismay

       by Jenny Hunt

I got lost in the smog dusted woods today,
looking for my balloon on my birthday.
It all started when the wind blew it away,
quickly ending my life in petrified dismay.

As the woods snatched my soul,
my yellow balloon I finally can hold.
For the rest of eternity I wander alone,
floating with my balloon, celestially I roam.

Careful not to glide by thorny trees,
or my ballon will pop, crumbling like leaves.
Found my birthday balloon posthumously,
sacrificing my life and family ironically.

So don’t go out in the woods today,
or any other day, especially on your birthday,
or you’ll end up like me, floating away;
a hollow ghostly spirit filled with dismay.

4. The Full Moon Visitor

       by P. Munson

On the night when the moon is full, who does consistently creep,
Whilst good and God loving people, they ate fast asleep.
It is a cursed person, who howls and growls, and loves to snap and bite,
Who’s furry wolf like appearance, causes in others a great fright.
Then behind doors strongly bolted, and windows firmly shuttered,
One hears a howl and a growl, and a terrified scream is uttered.
Then as the morning sun arises, chasing the night away,
The terror of the full moon, is once more at its bay.

5. Bloody Mary

       by Anonymous

Paint the city red –
The Queen is back in town,
In her awesome head
New ideas drown.

She is Bloody Mary
And her dreams are scary,
Red like hearts of wisdom,
Full of joy and freedom…

What a nice conjunction,
A celestial function,
Fractured hands, smile witty,
She is hot and pretty.

Paint the city red –
The Queen is still around,
In her mighty head
New connections drown.

Vessels of her mind
Carry weightless blood.
In a move divine
She is close to God.

6. Zombies in Alleys

       by Anonymous

Hollow dark alleys have echoing screams
Blood painted on the brick walls
Ornamented with spider webs, dim lights, and cats who blend with the night
A snatch from the back of your shirt
Pitch black, and the croaks are louder
A scythe in one hand, his machete in the other
Slicing the shoulder, the flesh now meat, the sanguine fluid is wine
Chewing into you slowly, swallowing it all into a gulp
The gray tongue licking you all over
Gripping onto the earth losing cells
Leaking out is the memories as a human forming from the dead into new
Waking up, now looking for fuel yourself

7. A Great Shame of the Moral ‘Decay’

       by Linda Sue

A great shame of the moral ‘decay’
so muted but if you listen
you will hear the “blood-curdling” screams
of the “abandoned” babies in the clinics

Who lost their “forever”
because of parents broken “dreams”
so “disgusting” that infant “blood” is shed
and will never see Disney land

I wish I could take you
to a place “frozen” in time
where children’s “hair”
was blowing in the wind

where children did not
have to “run” and “hide”
afraid of being “cut”
by the bad guys

Walking through the “cruel” “crowd”
with jagged “teeth” and “burning” cigarettes.
Children are afraid of their “eerie” “shadow”,
Disney sure ain’t what it used to be.

I will take you
where you can see
Mickey’s big teeth
and show yours as you scream

8. The Creature of the Swamp

       by Justin Patterson

A spooky green creature that can stand upright
It’s mutated body has adapted to the environment of the swamp
It can breath underwater and hunt other fish in the water
It’s part of a species of swamp creature called scaliene
The long claws are used to hurt people and hunt fish
The gills make it look like an underwater creature
But the scales make it look like a lizard
It is a weird looking creature but not many have seen it
So it could just be over exaggeration
Some of these legends that seem to be true
Have some over exaggeration and false rumors around it
Be careful what you hear, it might not all be true

Horror Poems for Middle School

Are you ready to get spooky and embrace your eerie side? From ghastly ghosts to freaky phantoms, these scary poems for middle school will have you hiding under your covers and peeking through your fingers. So turn down the lights, grab a blanket, and settle in for a night of bone-chilling fun with these creepy and chilling poems.

1. My Worst Nightmare

       by Caren Krutsinger

bats in the church yard
weird spooky sounds from the graves
it’s my worst nightmare

2. Even the Sharks Are Afraid of Puffer Fish

       by Caren Krutsinger

Puffer fishes are always threatening each other
Especially Wormo and Inez, sister and brother.
Don’t kill your sister, Wormo, their mother says.
Leave your brother alone, father says to Inez.

Pufferfishes are so dangerous, they do not play.
Rather scare each other most of the day.
Other fish run off, even sharks won’t eat them.
They are the scariest in the ocean says my cousin Jem.

3. She Needs a New Familiar

       by Caren Krutsinger

She needs a new familiar, she is frightened of black cats.
This was told to them by a wizard named Charlie T. Matts.
No one believed it, for she was a powerful witch after all.
It is true, agreed a nonbeliever, seeing her hiding that fall.

She was behind a birch tree, as cats paraded by in masks.
Some of them were mealy mouthed, focused on their tasks.
They scare her to death the now believer told the others.
She needs to be straightened out said both of her grandmothers.

4. Weirdest Dead Rabbit I Ever Met

       by Caren Krutsinger

Weirdest dead rabbit I ever met is still not dead, not yet, not yet.
He lives in a house down by Dr. Armstrong, my favorite vet.
Sits in a chair by a window, scaring kids every Halloween night.
Has been slowly dying since eighty-five, if I am right.

He is the scariest dead rabbit I have ever met in my life!
He is not quite dead corrects the farmer’s wife.
Go look at his eyes says her husband, who knows about him.
I am too afraid to peek in the window, so send my Uncle Lem.

Lem runs back screaming like a girl whose feet are on fire.
Now, I say to the farmer’s wife, who is the liar?
She decides to also take a tiny peek into the screen.
Her screaming can still be heard this Halloween.

5. Cat People

       by P. Munso

All that I truly desired, on that warm and romantic summer’s night,
Was just some friendly loving, and not a deadly fight.
Not a terrifying confrontation, with a black panther in my bed,
Whom upon my liver, it wanted to be fed.
Listen guys to my words of warning, and avoid any dark haired miss,
Who begins to hiss and growl, on receiving just a Kiss.

6. Holding in Their Boos

       by Caren Krutsinger

We do not want to frighten anyone, especially the kids.
This was told to us by the ghost walkers – two Susies and two Sids.
Susie Mom and baby Susie, and Sid One and now Sid Two.
They were careful not to scare anyone, holding in each enormous boo.

7. Maybe a Christmas Story

       by Caren Krutsinger

Spook settled in for an October night
It was brisk and breezy; it felt just right
The pumpkins were sitting within sight
A scary story! Said the littlest, Light.

About carving pumpkins? Spook asked them.
No! Much too scary said his cousin Clem.
About witches and bats? And ghouls then?
Maybe a Christmas story said scaredy cat Mim.

8. Please Stick to the Story

       by Caren Krutsinger

Please stay on track Dad, the young mother said.
She wanted him to stick with the story others had read.
As soon as she was out of sight her twins pleaded with him.
Tell us the story of how they bashed and hanged Uncle Jim.

I heard that! Their mother said, now leave your grandpa alone.
So he got real quiet, and told them not to share when they got home.
He told them the story of a rat snake who ate children, dogs and lamps.
They were so frightened, they could not sleep, glad he was their gramps!

Final Thoughts

In conclusion, this collection of horror poems provides your fix for some ghoulish fun.

Creepy poems can be a great way to get into the spooky spirit and really engage your imagination.

From dark twisted tales of terror to simply funny rhymes that spoonerize monsters, this horror poetry issure to send chills down your spine.

If you’re looking for something extra creepy this season, this post would be an ideal source of inspiration.

Please comment in the comments section below about this post – your questions and comments will be much appreciated as we continue cheering on this horror poetry collection.

Stay safe and keep reading everyone!

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