Least Read Poems About Ghosts
#ghosts
If Pain Dripped Like Time Ticked
With each ticking of the clock
A drop of pain drains down
Pooling around my body in flood
An island in my own lifeblood
All I can see is the clock ticking
It's echoing booming clack
Dripping drops draining fast
I feel I may no longer last
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
The Ghosts start dancing
The bells start ringing
The heavens open
My heart starts singing ...
The parade of dead dreams shuffles past ...
All In chains and ankle irons
In regular procession...
A drop of pain drains down
Pooling around my body in flood
An island in my own lifeblood
All I can see is the clock ticking
It's echoing booming clack
Dripping drops draining fast
I feel I may no longer last
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
The Ghosts start dancing
The bells start ringing
The heavens open
My heart starts singing ...
The parade of dead dreams shuffles past ...
All In chains and ankle irons
In regular procession...
#ghosts
#memories
#hurt
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Ghost Trees
Graveyards
Lie together
Branch to branch
Decomposing
Feeding thousands
Within it's own eco system
Bulldozers
And cutting machines
Turning the rich woodland
Into wasteland
The earth churned up
Then squashed down
So underground inhabitants
Cannot breathe
They are now suffocating
Whilst the trees
Are sliced, and diced
The monsters
With big hungry fangs
Start the trees screaming
Muted by the murderers teeth
Chainsaws
Chewing away at the flesh
Woodpulp, no fiction
Sawdust...
Lie together
Branch to branch
Decomposing
Feeding thousands
Within it's own eco system
Bulldozers
And cutting machines
Turning the rich woodland
Into wasteland
The earth churned up
Then squashed down
So underground inhabitants
Cannot breathe
They are now suffocating
Whilst the trees
Are sliced, and diced
The monsters
With big hungry fangs
Start the trees screaming
Muted by the murderers teeth
Chainsaws
Chewing away at the flesh
Woodpulp, no fiction
Sawdust...
#environment
#fate
#ghosts
#grief
#trees
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Dance of the Dead
Peering out the old cottage window, facing the cemetery across the street
Bored with nothing to do, to go, and no one to meet.
The pale moon shines full and bright with no clouds to cover.
The night breeze gently blows-open the shutters;
it’s a perfect night for such a long summer.
Grandpa’s old clock strikes at midnight; without expecting anything spectacular
I take, in my hands, grandpa’s bird-watching binoculars. ...
Bored with nothing to do, to go, and no one to meet.
The pale moon shines full and bright with no clouds to cover.
The night breeze gently blows-open the shutters;
it’s a perfect night for such a long summer.
Grandpa’s old clock strikes at midnight; without expecting anything spectacular
I take, in my hands, grandpa’s bird-watching binoculars. ...
#ghosts
#nightmares
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holes in heads
Screaming again -
The same exact
hole in the head
It's still burning and crackling
little bursts of the memory
gaining in dreams that I'm
falling in
Chased out to frozen breath
I'm at rest in the winter ice
the spikes they dig at me bad
They want me back
And they'll come to collect
My god if I don't get myself rest
I'm of course gonna slip
And rip parts of myself off during
short little
secretive fits.
And quietly sit
And feel bad for myself
That's a promise. ...
The same exact
hole in the head
It's still burning and crackling
little bursts of the memory
gaining in dreams that I'm
falling in
Chased out to frozen breath
I'm at rest in the winter ice
the spikes they dig at me bad
They want me back
And they'll come to collect
My god if I don't get myself rest
I'm of course gonna slip
And rip parts of myself off during
short little
secretive fits.
And quietly sit
And feel bad for myself
That's a promise. ...
#ghosts
#sadness
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False Horizon
Images translucent
still dead, still unfair
but bulletproof
the superchargers
still scream through
the afterlife
and the otherworld
Distant pitches
of sirens
fade in and out
like stitches in the timeline
the rumbling, muffled
climbing roundel
shuffles a tumbling
in a downward spiral.
Number four Merlin
has lost sync
plus three has stalled
due to a fuel leak
The portside
bursts into flames
the altimeter spins
and whirls
losing gain.
...
still dead, still unfair
but bulletproof
the superchargers
still scream through
the afterlife
and the otherworld
Distant pitches
of sirens
fade in and out
like stitches in the timeline
the rumbling, muffled
climbing roundel
shuffles a tumbling
in a downward spiral.
Number four Merlin
has lost sync
plus three has stalled
due to a fuel leak
The portside
bursts into flames
the altimeter spins
and whirls
losing gain.
...
#ghosts
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the dilemma
the dilemma
a man walking home from work through the Olivera noticed
a group of hanged men, who when alive, had argued
about the price of aceite
The devil, that had caused this, sat on a felled tree
polishing his hoof and sharpening his scythe
The man, who was on Sundays a lay preacher, was upset
and said what the devil are you doing?
the devil stopped sharpening his scythe, lit a cigarette
the tobacco aroma was intense in the still night
having inhaled a few times and the glow of his cigarette
made mystic circles in the...
a man walking home from work through the Olivera noticed
a group of hanged men, who when alive, had argued
about the price of aceite
The devil, that had caused this, sat on a felled tree
polishing his hoof and sharpening his scythe
The man, who was on Sundays a lay preacher, was upset
and said what the devil are you doing?
the devil stopped sharpening his scythe, lit a cigarette
the tobacco aroma was intense in the still night
having inhaled a few times and the glow of his cigarette
made mystic circles in the...
#God
#devil
#angels #ghosts
#angels #ghosts
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The Rocker
the rocking chair,
the old one on the south porch, rocks.
moving rhythmically
back and forth
empowered
by an unseen being.
ghost?
an apache warrior
who died in battle,
a spanish explorer
claiming new territory,
portuguese priest
saving souls,
scottish settler
taming the land,
italian farmer
planting seed,
or is it
just the wind?
© 2024 Raibeart Bruis
the old one on the south porch, rocks.
moving rhythmically
back and forth
empowered
by an unseen being.
ghost?
an apache warrior
who died in battle,
a spanish explorer
claiming new territory,
portuguese priest
saving souls,
scottish settler
taming the land,
italian farmer
planting seed,
or is it
just the wind?
© 2024 Raibeart Bruis
#wind
#nature
#ghosts
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The Avenging Ghost
"Why did you run me over?"
But you say nothing as You examine my broken body
Lying on the lonely road
The driver speaks to the passenger Who is still in the car
He laughs like a man possessed "It's alright" he shouts
"Another victim to add to my list!" He laughs again
As he returns to his car, and drives off
I'm barely alive I somehow manage to cross the road
Towards the woods To hide, just in case he comes back
But i knew i was dying
My last living thoughts Who would look after my children?
I left...
But you say nothing as You examine my broken body
Lying on the lonely road
The driver speaks to the passenger Who is still in the car
He laughs like a man possessed "It's alright" he shouts
"Another victim to add to my list!" He laughs again
As he returns to his car, and drives off
I'm barely alive I somehow manage to cross the road
Towards the woods To hide, just in case he comes back
But i knew i was dying
My last living thoughts Who would look after my children?
I left...
#murder
#ghosts
#revenge #surreal
#revenge #surreal
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Odessa
Odessa 1955
On the Black Sea, the boy dressed for galley heat
stood on deck, wanted to see the ice flow
he was poverty- thin and too young for the sea
So much ice to see watched too long
got a nasty cold and became ill with a high fever
in Odessa, they sent him to a hospital
What he remembers is doctors in tall white hats
and rotund nurses who fed him dark beer and plenty of sweets
When feeling better, he walked into the hall
was offered Russian cigarettes by
other patients, large filters but not much tobacco
He was getting...
On the Black Sea, the boy dressed for galley heat
stood on deck, wanted to see the ice flow
he was poverty- thin and too young for the sea
So much ice to see watched too long
got a nasty cold and became ill with a high fever
in Odessa, they sent him to a hospital
What he remembers is doctors in tall white hats
and rotund nurses who fed him dark beer and plenty of sweets
When feeling better, he walked into the hall
was offered Russian cigarettes by
other patients, large filters but not much tobacco
He was getting...
#God
#angels
#ghosts
#aliens
#witches
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The Lady Vanishes
Last night, in a dream
I purchance
Met my perfect partner
It was love at first sight
Yet, after much talking
It seemed as though
We'd been together
Forever
She went to the loos
And didn't return
I was deeply puzzled by this
And wondered if i'd completely misread the situation
I watched the door for a while
Then asked for someone to check if she was okay
But there was no-one there
All the loos were empty
I was obviously further puzzled, as there was no back door
Maybe i'd been lost in some waking dream? ...
I purchance
Met my perfect partner
It was love at first sight
Yet, after much talking
It seemed as though
We'd been together
Forever
She went to the loos
And didn't return
I was deeply puzzled by this
And wondered if i'd completely misread the situation
I watched the door for a while
Then asked for someone to check if she was okay
But there was no-one there
All the loos were empty
I was obviously further puzzled, as there was no back door
Maybe i'd been lost in some waking dream? ...
#ghosts
#ShortStory
#surreal
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