Halloween Quotes & Poems

      With October 31st right around the corner―the annual night to celebrate Halloween; the night for dressing up in costume; the night for trick-or-treating in hopes of collecting sugary sweets; the night for swapping spooky stories that cause a chill to run down your spine; the night to keep a lookout for flying witches, foul goblins, haunting ghosts, thirsty vampires, howling werewolves and the like―I thought it would be spooktacular of me to share 31 entertaining Halloween quotes & poems taken directly from my books. Enjoy the reading, and have fun with your traditional Halloween activities as well!

#1 

 Be truthful with the things you say and do

Or else the imps may get ahold of you.

Each lie you tell will make them ever bold.

They’ll feed your greed and tempt you sevenfold!

Then turn your credibility to ash.

At last, your lying tongue is theirs to lash.

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Hope Evermore

#2

 “Tell me the truth,” I said to the jack-o-lantern. “Do you make those spooky faces just to scare little children on Halloween night?” 

With a glowing wink and a grin that bared his pumpkin fangs, the jack-o-lantern answered me with a lyric poem.

“I must grin full-wide

so my glow will be bright

and light up the way

on this Halloween night.

The faces I make

urge each child not to tarry.

My big eyes aglow

tell them all to be wary!

For goblins, foul witches,

and ghosts will give chase

if boys and girls linger

too long in one place.

So look sharp and hustle

those two little feet!

Remember this truth

as you shout, ‘Trick or treat!’

My pumpkin face lights

a safe path through the street.”

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Hope Evermore 

 

#3 

Halloween. 

Screech and scream!

Monsters rally, fierce and mean.

Devils dance.

Pixies prance.

Trolls will trail you, giv’n the chance.

Witches fly.

Up so high!

Imps and goblins multiply.

Ghosts in sheets.

Tricks or treats!

Truth be told, it’s all for sweets.

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Hope Evermore

 

 

#4 

Halloween trickster.

Spiders on string.

Children in costume.

Startle and scream.

 

Halloween treater.

Apples on sticks.

Caramel. Chocolate.

Come, take your pick. 

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

 

#5 

On Hallows Eve, we witches meet

to broil and bubble tasty treats

like goblin thumbs with venom dip,

crisp bat wings, and fried fingertips.

We bake the loudest cackle crunch,

and brew the thickest quagmire punch.

Delicious are the rotting flies

when sprinkled over spider pies.

And, my oh my, the ogre brains

all scrambled up with wolf remains!

But what I love the most, it’s true,

are festered boils mixed in a stew.

They cook up oh so tenderly.

It goes quite well with mugwort tea.

So don’t be shy; the cauldron’s hot.

Jump in! We witches eat a lot!

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

 

#6 

Treats of hot cocoa,

pumpkin pie, and candy corn.

Yummy Halloween.

― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

 

#7 

Black cat,

Get off my mat.

You bad-luck feline, scat!

Don’t come my way, stay where you’re at!

Oh, drat.

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

 

#8 

When I was a youngster,

I trick-or-treated.

I dressed up in costume,

rang doorbells and pleaded.

 

Today I’m a grown up

who treats and tricks.

I cackle at children

and share candy sticks.

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

 

#9 

Frankenstein.

Big oaf by design.

The monster pines for romance.

But sadly, he cannot dance.

―Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

 

#10 

Vampire,

Share your secret.

Turn into a black bat.

Quench your thirst before the day dawns.

Drink blood.

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

 

#11 

     “Halloween colors, less or more,

are pumpkin, witch, and bloody gore.”

     “You must mean orange, black, and red.”

     “Indeed, that’s what I said.”

―Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

#12 

Bat, fly high.

Pumpkin, sit.

Black cat, cry.

Spider, knit.

Wicken, chant.

Phantom, moan.

Mummy, rant.

Zombie, groan.

Werewolf, howl.

Owl, hoot.

Goblin, growl.

Pirate, loot.

Skeleton,

Frankenstein,

Curse the sun.

Poem, rhyme.

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

#13 

What do Halloween creatures eat?
Hot spider soup with pumpkin meat
and toasted, no-salt, bat-wing chips, 

served best with Transylvania dips.
A thistle-horehound salad mix
has added crunch from sun-dried ticks.
The plat du jour is hairy beast
fried crisp in grimy goblin grease.
Now, don’t forget dessert so sweet;
try puss-cream pie or candied feet!

  ―Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

#14 

Pumpkins

in October,

as fat as the full moon,

they sit on our doorstep at night

and glow.

―Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

#15 

When a monster grows quiet and crumbles to the ground weeping, you feel sorry for him. You may approach with caution and hope, whispering words of peace. But in the morning he will rise to his full height, roaring and stomping and baring his sharp teeth because he is, after all, a monster.

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold

 

 

#16 

Go put on your mask.

Say “trick-or-treat” in costume.

It’s All Hallows Eve.

― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons

 

 

#17 

The coldest day in fall

is at the Hallows Evening Ball

where ghoulish fun

avoids the sun

as monsters mingle wall to wall.

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons

 

#18 

Treats and tricks.

Witch broomsticks.

Jack-o-lanterns

Lick their lips.

 

Crows and cats.

Vampire bats.

Capes and fangs

And pointed hats.

 

Werewolves howl.

Phantoms prowl.

Halloween’s

Upon us now.

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons

 

#19 

Witches cackle.

Goblins growl.

Specters boo,

And werewolves howl.

Black cats hiss.

Bats flap their wings.

Mummies moan.

The cold wind sings.

Ogre’s roar.

And crows, they caw.

Vampires bahahahaha.

Warlocks swish their moonlit capes.

Loch Ness monsters churn the lake.

Skeletons, they rattle bones

While graveyards crack the old headstones.

All the while the ghouls, they cry

To trick-or-treaters passing by.

Oh, the noise on Halloween;

It makes me want to scream!

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons

 

 

#20 

The whispers you hear in your ear that you fear

in the air everywhere,

they are ghosts.

The moans and the groans in the lowest of tones

no one owns or condones,

they are ghosts.

You might deem them gremlins or water or wind,

while others say shadows or rodents or sin.

But oh! I say no!

‘Tis not so, child, for lo!

The chills that you feel in a thrill that proves goose 

bumps are frightfully real,

they are ghosts!

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons

 

#21 

A Halloween flower,

if ever there was one,

would smell like an onion,

have thorns like a rose.

 

With charcoal black petals

and vines that entangle,

t'would grow under moonlight

in mud, I suppose.

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons

 

#22

The jack-o-lantern follows me with tapered, glowing eyes.

His yellow teeth grin evilly. His cackle I despise.

But I shall have the final laugh when Halloween is through.

This pumpkin king I’ll split in half to make a pie for two.

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons

#23

A pumpkin lives but once a year
when someone sets its soul afire,
and on that night it stirs up fear
until its flame is snuffed.

But e'en one night of eerie light is fright enough.

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons

 

#24 

“Silly little monster” all would say.

They’d scratch its head and turn away

until it snatched their tiny noses.

They couldn’t even smell the roses!

Ever after, every child

dreaded monsters, fierce or mild.

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons

#25 

The Harvest Moon glows round and bold,

in pumpkin shades outlined in gold,

illuminating eerie forms,

unnatural as a candied corn.

Beware what dare crawls up your sleeve,

for 'tis the night called Hallows Eve.

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes

 

#26

Haunt an old house.
Ask for a treat.
Laugh like a witch.
Lick something sweet.
Offer a trick.
Wander a maze.
Echo a boo.
Exclaim the phrase— 

Normal’s unnatural on Halloween!

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes

 

#27

Life is a walk through the forest. 

Don't fear the trees, fear what lurks behind them.

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes

#28

Monsters excite us

in this way or that.

They make our pulse thrum

and steal lives from the cat!

They’re frightening creatures,

one peek and you’ll see.

Yet life without monsters,

how dull it would be.

Your tense, nervous laugh

tells me you disagree?

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway

#29

The handkerchief—or so I thought it was—tugged away from my fingers until I let go. It was shocking to discover the piece of fabric could move of its own accord. The cloth twisted itself, forming wing-like appendages at two corners that fell on the book and cleaned the pages, magically sweeping a new cloud of dust away from me. When the job was complete, the square of fabric fell limp onto the table. I stood there frozen and utterly amazed. The words my husband had said earlier echoed in my mind: “People believed this place to be haunted.” I could understand why.

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse

#30

The guardians are in fact those hideous monsters concealed within the shadows of Dreamland’s surrounding forest. They are terrifying creatures—the essence of a spine-chilling nightmare! With giant eyes like a pair of full moons bulging from fur-covered faces, and fangs as sharp as daggers snapping over a nasty growl, and claws protracting from heavy paws, these ferocious monsters perform their function well; they act as deterrents to anyone nearing the ivy-covered gates. 

 ― Richelle E. Goodrich, Secrets of a Noble Keykeeper

#31 

On Halloween night we will come to your homes

in costume as witches, foul goblins, and gnomes.

Our cackles and howls will pervade the night air,

entangled with screams as we frighten and scare.

We’ll hold open bags for your offerings of sweets.

Beware childish tricks if you cheat us of treats!

―Richelle E. Goodrich, Smirk & Snicker

 

 

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