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A Few Halloween Witch Poems

Updated on October 28, 2011

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Halloween would not be complete without sharing a few Halloween witch poems. Brew up a witches' spell with our first selection. Shakespeare's poetry has long been enjoyed by millions, and we're sure you will enjoy it too.

You can dress up like a witch and read or recite this poem using gestures as you go. You're sure to scare a few Halloween guests who'll want to hear the poem year after year! Our other selections will also help you become a success at any Halloween party. Happy haunting!

THE WITCHES' SPELL

 

Double, double, toil and trouble;

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake

In the cauldron boil and bake;

Eye of newt, and toe of frog,

Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,

Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,

Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,

For a charm of powerful trouble,

Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble.

Double, double, toil and trouble;

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

                                          William Shakespeare 

THE WITCH

 

I saw her plucking cowslips,

And marked her where she stood:

She never knew I watched her

While hiding in the wood

 

Her skirt was brightest crimson,

And black her steeple hat,

Her broomstick lay beside her -

I'm positive of that.

 

Her chin was sharp and pointed,

Her eyes were -  I don't know -

For, when she turned towards me -

I thought it best -  to go!

                                   Percy H. Ilott

THE HAG

 

The Hag is astride

This night for to ride;

The Devil and she together:

Through thick and through thin,

Now out and then in,

Though ne'er so foul be the weather.

 

A Thorn or a Burr

She takes for a Spur:

With a lash of a Bramble she rides now,

Through Brakes and through Briars,

O'er Ditches and Mires,

She follows the Spirit that guides now.

 

No beast, for his food,

Dares now range the wood;

But hused in his lair he lies lurking:

While mischiefs, by these,

On land and on seas,

At noon of Night are a working.

 

The storm will arise,

And trouble the skies;

This night, and more for the wonder,

The ghost from the Tomb

Affrighted shall come,

Called out by the clap of Thunder.

                                       Robert Herrick

WITCHE'S MENU

 

Live lizard, dead lizard

Marinated, fried.

Poached lizard, pickled lizard

Salty lizard hide.

 

Hot lizard, cold lizard

Lizard over ice.

Baked lizard, boiled lizard

Lizard served with spice.

 

Sweet lizard, sour lizard

Smaoked lizard heart.

Leg of lizard, lion of lizard

Lizard a la carte.

                       Sonja Nikolay

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      raluca 6 years ago

      hy. this poem is ok

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      BIGCSSHOP 6 years ago

      raluca, thanks so much for visiting and thanks for your comment.

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      Hannah 5 years ago

      I love these poems, It helped me with my homework! Thanks.

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      BIGCSSHOP 5 years ago

      Hi Hannah, Thanks for letting us know that you loved the poems. I'm so glad they helped you with your homework!

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      tuy 4 years ago

      stupid

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