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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noon every day
Noon every day
When the clock on the wall made to look old
but was made of some plasticky stuff
struck noon, which it does every day despite
made in China, fell on the kitchen floor
but kept on ticking.
As the sky sank slowly towards earth, a dog
barked to test, the silence, but overwhelmed
it yawned, curled up, and fell asleep
Once again, the sky tried to merge with earth
in an attempt to rekindle their romance
This time, it worked steam, rose from lakes
the ocean deep blue, when not turning pink
Those not willing to...
When the clock on the wall made to look old
but was made of some plasticky stuff
struck noon, which it does every day despite
made in China, fell on the kitchen floor
but kept on ticking.
As the sky sank slowly towards earth, a dog
barked to test, the silence, but overwhelmed
it yawned, curled up, and fell asleep
Once again, the sky tried to merge with earth
in an attempt to rekindle their romance
This time, it worked steam, rose from lakes
the ocean deep blue, when not turning pink
Those not willing to...
#aliens
#angels
#ghosts #God
#ghosts #God
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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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Behind Dark Doorways
standing in the darkest shadows
played on by the moonlit night
through the shadowed windows
I, a haunting presence stuck in time
darkness reigns and shivers
in emptiness of my haunting presence
and I stand still unseen, unknown, unheard
just energy where souls have flown
I whisper my story in the empty halls
where spirits linger as darkness falls
once I was whole a pretty lass
in love with him love of my life
I adored even his shadow
longed for his company
pined for his loving embrace
he was my all...
played on by the moonlit night
through the shadowed windows
I, a haunting presence stuck in time
darkness reigns and shivers
in emptiness of my haunting presence
and I stand still unseen, unknown, unheard
just energy where souls have flown
I whisper my story in the empty halls
where spirits linger as darkness falls
once I was whole a pretty lass
in love with him love of my life
I adored even his shadow
longed for his company
pined for his loving embrace
he was my all...
#ghosts
#WritingPoetry
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WHAT'S IN THE DARKNESS
What is it about the deepness of the darkness, that have us all so afraid, to be in the dark alone. Sitting in the quiet moments of our silent whispers and quiet thoughts. 🤔 Yet sometimes we welcome it with open arms, and take it with a grain of salt as it means to be very careful, for what we ask for in hindsight of something that it is bad. YET it comes to be as just something to happen as it comes, from no misdeed with the wrong influence and intentions, to bind side us from the deepness of the truth that, we can feel that a change is gonna come. FROM out of the darkness creeping...
#ghosts
#vampires
#werewolves
#witches
#zombies
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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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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 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 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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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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