Poetry Project October – Spooky poems!

October is here! There’s a chill in the air, though the days are still warm. I have two tiny pumpkins sitting on my table, reminding me that October is here. October happens to be my favorite month. When I was younger, school was still exciting and new, the weather is getting cooler and the leaves are changing. I always loved when the leaves would fall and my great-grandfather would rake them up into a pile and I would dive in with my dog again and again.

Now that I’m older, October is the end of a busy summer. It’s the time when I can finally relax and enjoy the season. I can start to wear tights and bake things and really enjoy stew and all the foods I love best. Sure, I love watermelon and fresh corn on the cob, but give me a hearty stew or a roasted butternut squash soup any day. It’s also one of my favorite times of the year to read, with spooky stories. And let’s not forget the yearly viewing of Hocus Pocus. A completely necessary tradition.

But we’re not here to talk about all those things, we’re here to talk about the best thing about this October: spooky poetry for The Poetry Project. Whether you want to go with a classic Edgar Allen Poe poem or you want to branch out and see what contemporary spooky poetry is like, this is your chance!

There are several great resources for spooky poetry:

Poems tagged “Halloween” at the Poetry Foundation
Poems tagged “Halloween” by the Academy of American Poets
A digital collection of poetry by Edgar Allen Poe

But other than spooky poems, there are also a lot of poems written about October and fall. I hope you’ll read some of those as well. This is a good time to completely immerse yourself in the season. Enjoy the cooler air. Take a poem with you. Then, tell us about it and sign up with the Mr. Linky below. Here’s one to get started:

October by Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.
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2 thoughts on “Poetry Project October – Spooky poems!

  1. I love the line in the Frost poem about the wind “wasting” the leaves. That’s what I’ve been watching out my window for the past week.

  2. this was something I knocked up for last years all Hallows Eve.

    My Little Fools.

    Have you? —
    Have you ever been scared?
    I ask you again, my poor little friends
    have you ever been scared?

    Hiding – buried deep in the cupboard
    where the hot water-pipe rattles your soul
    hearing a foot on the stairs
    feeling those worries and cares
    Knowing, you, are their only goal! or
    now running down a dark lane
    the screams and the shouts just behind
    you stumble fall, graze your hand on the wall
    knowing there is nowhere else left to hide
    Your hearts beating faster and faster
    you think it’s about to explode
    but there is no relief in this tension
    as you feel this anxiety grow.

    Have you? —
    Have you, ever been paranoid?
    I ask you again, my poor little friends
    have you ever been paranoid?

    Don’t! hide in the deepest of corners.
    Don’t wrap yourself up in the gloom.
    Don’t wait for the knife, on
    some drear weary night, or
    you’ll find yourself deep in some tomb.
    Then, you may think your troubles over
    well, friends you can’t know me that well
    because I’ll raise all the ghouls
    and those sleep-sodden fools
    to make sure they stir up your hell.

    Oh paranoids, paranoids! show
    me all your little toys, hide
    from me all you little boys
    ————————-and girls.

    Have you? —
    Have you, ever killed someone?
    Laid, down, their bleeding corpse.
    I ask you again, my poor little friends
    have you, ever killed someone?

    Seen the knife, flash bright in the moonlight
    heard the pistol, bark and sigh
    seen the terror and fright,
    felt the thrill and delight
    as you realise it’s not you who’s to die.
    Then you read all your deeds in the paper
    the infamous things you have tried
    gun in hand, knife in your waistband.
    You know it’s you who will fry! But
    you’ll wait for your moment of glory
    a shootout you’ll face one dark night
    with the forces of law, to even the score
    as they judicially finish your life.

    So, now, my little paranoids
    scared killers all!
    You’ll meet me some day
    in some infinite way
    and realise you were my
    little fools!

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