Short pumpkin poems are little treats of words about pumpkins. They’re short and sweet, just like the pumpkins themselves!
These poems use simple language to talk about everything pumpkin-related, like their round shape, bright colour, and how they grow.
Short pumpkin poems are fun to read and perfect. If you’re a fan of pumpkins or just love cosy autumn vibes, you’ll enjoy these cute little poems!
These poems reflect the spirit and atmosphere of the season, bringing to life the sights. So, get ready to enjoy some short pumpkin poems that’ll make you smile and feel all cosy inside!
The Pumpkin Dream
Would you walk with me into the pumpkin patch?
Lost among the grassy meadow
Would you dance around the scarecrow?
Staring at the smoking cauldron
Do you see the spirits flying over our heads?
Now its time for us to call them
The Sad Little Pumpkin
By Robin L. Gass
The Sad Little Pumpkin
Little pumpkin very sad
for in white he’d been clad
To be a lantern was his dream
but woeful he was white as cream
So I said, to his delight,
that I liked his coat of white
Now, because I liked him most,
my Jack O’ Lantern is a ghost
Pumpkin (A Mirrored Acrostic)
By Laurie Grommett
Prize pumpkin pile, perfectly plump
Unique jack-o-lanterns bred for you
Mixed up medley by a nearby farm
Pageant posed for a harvest stomp
King-size spiderman sells his stock
In orange, white or dotted tutti-frutti
Nickels, dimes, or quarters, stop in
Get the pencil, Get the knives,
We can’t wait til night arrives!
Pumpkin Carving is so much fun,
Scoop out the seeds, we’re almost done!
Take off the lid, Put in a light,
Keep us scared all Halloween Night!
By Mother Goose
Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater,
Had a wife and couldn’t keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her very well.
By John B. Tabb
Tell me where you hide by day?”
“In the cradle where the vapours
Dream the sunlit hours away.”
Who rekindles you at night?”
“Any firefly in the meadow
Lends a Jack-o’-Lantern light.”
October is pumpkin time,
The nicest time of year.
When all the pumpkins light their eyes,
and grin from ear to ear.
Because they know at Halloween,
They’ll have lots of fun.
Peeking through the window panes
and watching people run!
Perfect Pumpkins big and round
They lay upon the muddy ground
with leaves and vines all intertwined
THAT’S the one that should be mine
By Carl Sandburg
These are the tawny days: your face comes back.
The grapes take on purple: the sunsets redden early on the trellis.
The bashful mornings hurl gray mist on the stripes of sunrise.
Creep, silver on the field, the frost is welcome.
Run on, yellow balls on the hills, and you tawny pumpkin flowers,
chasing your lines of orange.
Tawny days: and your face again.
By Sara Kendrick
There once was a girl from Arizona
Who could only fit in a kimona
She vowed to lose some weight
But loved all kinds of cake
Even drawn by pumpkin cake’s aroma
She vowed that she would be stronger
Would wear kimonos no longer
With cotton up her nose
From the table arose
Now in leggins she does saunter
By Richard Breese
once a young pumpkin named phil
yearned for a bigger life thrill
though lacking in feet
he’d roll down a street
into the nearest car grille.
By Linda Alice Fowler
There once was a pretty pumpkin
Grown purposely for consumption.
Snatched from its cozy home
It was brutally cloned
And now sits withered and shrunken.
By Joseph Sergi
Just last night it was a good idea to eat that pumpkin pie,
at first it was just a little piece that caught my eye.
But in a little while all the pie was gone,
I thought to myself ” Wow that did not take too long!”
Now this morning I have awoke with remorse,
for my pants will not fasten on their course….
By Star Bg
sprouted in head,
making way for
dreams of marching
in the Halloween Parade possible.
expanded in mind,
gives self a grand idea
for Halloween costume
destined to win first place.
growing in head
with eyes that glow like moon
on October night.
beware you don’t
eat too many.
Otherwise you might become one,
meant to be cut and displayed
at doorstep ledge.
By Jan Allison
Folks held a contest to carve a pumpkin
The winner was this one of Donald Trumpkin
He claims he will make Halloween great again
When he makes a mess you know who to blame!
The Pumpkin Show
By Betty Harp Butler
Down in the meadow
where the pumpkins grow,
God is putting on an extravagant show.
Bright orange pumpkins
lying all around…
Little pumpkins, middle-sized pumpkins,
and giant pumpkins can all be found.
Hundreds of pumpkins
waiting for the day,
when they’ll be loaded
on a truck filled with hay.
To market, to market,
and then to the store,
Soon they’ll find a home
by someone’s back door.
Then Grandma will cook the pumpkin
and turn it into pies,
And that’s why God
rains pumpkins down from the skies.
The White Pumpkin
By Virginia Mitchell
Thank you, Ma’am, for the pumpkin.
I am not distressed in the least.
Though it’s not of my preference,
It’ll suffice for a Halloween feast.
Mother Nature could have mixed up her seeds.
That could explain why the color is bland.
One might think Jack Frost didn’t finish his work,
Or, Autumn is making a political stand.
I am so glad you came with this pumpkin.
Come on in Ma’am, and stay for awhile.
No, I don’t mind it isn’t bright orange,
Though it isn’t the most popular style.
Please, have a seat as good company should,
And quit the uncertainties filling your mind.
Don’t doubt my plan for sweet pumpkin pie,
As giving me this ugly, white pumpkin was kind.
Pumpkin Patch Escapade
By Robert A. Dufresne
Paul was poking around in the pumpkin patch
Looking for a pumpkin to snatch.
The eerie sound of a fiddle,
Made him piddle just a little,
And his breath so hard to catch!
He ran as fast as he could
And hid himself in the wood,
When he turned to see who followed,
His tongue he almost swallowed,
Then he wet himself real good!
He could have been caught, I bet,
And that’s what you’d usually get,
But certain physical laws,
Saved him here..because…
One is quite slippery when wet!