Halloween Poem Generator
If you’re looking to write a Halloween poem, story or song, you could use one of our existing tools and select some spooky words.
For example, here is a poem I wrote with our Haiku Generator:
An old, hairy witch cackles
beside the pumpkin
Here’s cinquain written with the Didactic Cinquain Generator:
Walloping, running, crying
Ever so haggard
Or, if you want something longer, there’s our Sonnet Generator. Here’s one I prepared earlier:
Ode to the Halloween
My Halloween, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you haunt, occur and scare,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the dark armchair.
Let me compare you to a cold crowbar?
You are more spooky, creepy and drippy.
Damp storms whip the twiglets of October,
And autumntime has the scary hippy.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your darkness, lanterns and witches.
Thinking of your bold lanterns fills my days.
My love for you is the sleepy ditches.
Now I must away with a weepy heart,
Remember my old words whilst we’re apart.
And, if it’s not poetry you’re after, you can use our Song Lyrics Generator to quickly create a spooky song, for example this rap we just knocked up:
A Transylvania State of Mind (The Claw Hip Hop)
Ayo, you, it’s time.
It’s time, you (aight, you, begin).
Straight out the scary dungeons of rap.
The hat drops deep as does my fang.
I never haunt, ’cause to haunt is the friend of gang.
Beyond the walls of teeth, life is defined.
I think of vampires when I’m in a Transylvania state of mind.
Hope the gang got some hang.
My slang don’t like no dirty bang.
Run up to the harangue and get the tang.
In a Transylvania state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The sharp hat?
You complain about getting bitten.
I gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the mat.
I’m rappin’ to the claw,
And I’m gonna move your law.
Spooky, creepy, rancid, like a broomstick
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a sic.
I can’t take the getting bitten, can’t take the cape.
I woulda tried to bite I guess I got no agape.
I’m rappin’ to the law,
And I’m gonna move your claw.
Yea, yaz, in a Transylvania state of mind.
When I was young my friend had a cat.
I waz kicked out without no rat.
I never thought I’d see that caveat.
Ain’t a soul alive that could take my friend’s bat.
A bad toth is quite the troth.
Thinking of vampires. Yaz, thinking of vampires (vampires).
For stories, you might like to try Horror Plot Generator.