4th:Halloween Poems

The following is a selection of the poetry contributed by 4th Class D7ET to our Blog. Subjects and themes were dicussed with Roisin as part  of the Halloween festival.


Haunted houses
Squeaky Mouses
Big bats walk
Small cats talk
Pumpkins lit
And people sit
Around the table
On Halloween Night.

 

The cat’s on the ground

The broom’s in the air

And the wand’s making spells

That none can bear.

The wind crashing down

The sounds of the dead

It is all quite scary

So jump back in bed.

You see it in the night

And you get a big fright

You wonder what it is

And you go back to the light

You turn your back

And it gives you a smack

It all goes black

It was just your dead cat.

It was Halloween Night



The children were out
Collecting their sweets
And egging a house.
They pranced through the streets without a care
Not knowing that awaiting them was their zombie mayor.
He staggered along
Humming a creepy song
Billy sprinted down the street
Unaware of who he’s going to meet.
Chidlren, parents, old and young
Heard a scream
Just the one.

Lonely as it could be

The creepiest time of my life

The quietest time of my life.

Out reaches a hand

Further, further comes the hand

and then…..

 
One deathly night young Jimmy was seen
Throwing bangers, ’twas terribly mean.
Through a letterbox he was pretty keen
Jimmy was walking quietly
‘Twas next that he heard a scream.
Louder than a banshee
Only one word was to be heard
“Jimmy” it called and called
Jimmy thought: ” Not at all.
There ain’t such thing as ghosts.”
The voice got louder
The smell of gun-powder.
The next day, people gathered round
Death was the answer of the sound.
Where was Jimmy to be found?
On the ground.
By a golden bullet
The spirit cried: “Revenge”.

On a dark, dark night

On a dark, dark site

There was a dark, dark cat

With a dark, dark bat

And in the dark, dark grass

There was a dark, dark mask

And on the dark, dark land

There was a dead, dead man

With a dead, dead glen

But there, then….then…

IT’S ONLY HALLOWEEN NIGHT!

 

The Princess of Death
On Halloween Night
At exactly midnight
She comes back to life
She touches the gravestone
Of everyone there
They come back to life too
Only look if you dare
The full moon is bright
Everything else is dark
They climb out of the graveyard
And out of the park
She looks at her list
And smiles scarily
She kills loads of people
They don’t die merrily.

On the stroke of midnight, you will see

Out your window, there will be

Ghosts and spider webs, everything

Hopping here and hopping there

Hopping just about everywhere.

dancing outside at night

When I woke up they were gone

And the next night they were there

So from that night on, there they were

Always at the stroke of midnight.

 

Out at night at Halloween
Never heard, rarely seen
Eyesight sharp, teeth wide
Prowling quietly while the moon is bright
Hissing, biting, scratching, fighting
Prowling, howling, stealing, youwling
Sneaky and quiet
Ready to pounce
Never goes into anybody’s house
All he does is fly away
On the broomstick
Never ready to play
Way too busy
Being a sneak
If you see him
Be prepared
Or else he’ll…

(Black cat)

D7ET Archivist, October 24, 2008