Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd May 2012 6:41pm
WINNER
kriticool
kriticool
RUNNERS-UP:
diddi
and MrAlptraum
GHOST LOVERS
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
A POEM WITH A GHOST IN IT
All Ghost LOVERS and people who have GHOSTS as LOVERS
write a poem that involves a ghost
Below is an example by a famous poet
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THE GHOST by Charles Baudelaire
SOFTLY as brown-eyed Angels rove
I will return to thy alcove,
And glide upon the night to thee,
Treading the shadows silently.
And I will give to thee, my own,
Kisses as icy as the moon,
And the caresses of a snake
Cold gliding in the thorny brake.
And when returns the livid morn
Thou shalt find all my place forlorn
And chilly, till the falling night.
Others would rule by tenderness
Over thy life and youthfulness,
But I would conquer thee by fright!
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200 words long (250 = 1 full page)
double spaced
3 poems per person
write a poem that involves a ghost
Below is an example by a famous poet
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THE GHOST by Charles Baudelaire
SOFTLY as brown-eyed Angels rove
I will return to thy alcove,
And glide upon the night to thee,
Treading the shadows silently.
And I will give to thee, my own,
Kisses as icy as the moon,
And the caresses of a snake
Cold gliding in the thorny brake.
And when returns the livid morn
Thou shalt find all my place forlorn
And chilly, till the falling night.
Others would rule by tenderness
Over thy life and youthfulness,
But I would conquer thee by fright!
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200 words long (250 = 1 full page)
double spaced
3 poems per person
.:Millie:.
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inside my mind’s eye and
appearing as flesh
tasting as sweetened blood
she appears so close
perhaps too close; yet
unlike her I am like a favored apparition
this as I walk through walls of recall
old thoughts becoming so familiar
they creep around and within my solitude
these thoughts
jarring my mind; awakening or
are they attempting to put me to sleep?
as we creep together I cannot tell the difference
I’ve become shaken as my blood is running hot & cold
running up & down and through out my body
a vividly beaten path as I construct
the math, I’m calculating how many more ways
how many more days and what bit of her unnatural presence
what part of it will keep me safe?
as I’m pondering if what could’ve been
should've been; if only doubt
if only it hadn't pulled back the shades
turning our love into this
this twisted maze; a fruitless phase
one gone on for too many days
too long…two wrong…while
for sure...it's been
dead
...
photo: corryn goldschmidt
http://8020.photos.jpgmag.com/764591_123448_0d39101f04_l.jpg
inside my mind’s eye and
appearing as flesh
tasting as sweetened blood
she appears so close
perhaps too close; yet
unlike her I am like a favored apparition
this as I walk through walls of recall
old thoughts becoming so familiar
they creep around and within my solitude
these thoughts
jarring my mind; awakening or
are they attempting to put me to sleep?
as we creep together I cannot tell the difference
I’ve become shaken as my blood is running hot & cold
running up & down and through out my body
a vividly beaten path as I construct
the math, I’m calculating how many more ways
how many more days and what bit of her unnatural presence
what part of it will keep me safe?
as I’m pondering if what could’ve been
should've been; if only doubt
if only it hadn't pulled back the shades
turning our love into this
this twisted maze; a fruitless phase
one gone on for too many days
too long…two wrong…while
for sure...it's been
dead
...
photo: corryn goldschmidt
Anonymous
kriticool said:.:Millie:.
inside my mind’s eye and
appearing as flesh
tasting as sweetened blood
she appears so close
perhaps too close; yet
unlike her I am like a favored apparition
this as I walk through walls of recall
old thoughts becoming so familiar
they creep around and within my solitude
these thoughts
jarring my mind; awakening or
are they attempting to put me to sleep?
as we creep together I cannot tell the difference
I’ve become shaken as my blood is running hot & cold
running up & down and through out my body
a vividly beaten path as I construct the math
I’m calculating how many more ways
how many more days and what bit of her unnatural presence
what part of it will keep me safe?
as I’m pondering if what could’ve been
should've been; if only doubt
if only it hadn't pulled back the shades
turning our love into this
this twisted maze; a fruitless phase
one gone on for too many days
too long…two wrong…while
for sure...it's been
dead
...
photo: corryn goldschmidt
WOW....this is a fantastic presentation
thank you very much
inside my mind’s eye and
appearing as flesh
tasting as sweetened blood
she appears so close
perhaps too close; yet
unlike her I am like a favored apparition
this as I walk through walls of recall
old thoughts becoming so familiar
they creep around and within my solitude
these thoughts
jarring my mind; awakening or
are they attempting to put me to sleep?
as we creep together I cannot tell the difference
I’ve become shaken as my blood is running hot & cold
running up & down and through out my body
a vividly beaten path as I construct the math
I’m calculating how many more ways
how many more days and what bit of her unnatural presence
what part of it will keep me safe?
as I’m pondering if what could’ve been
should've been; if only doubt
if only it hadn't pulled back the shades
turning our love into this
this twisted maze; a fruitless phase
one gone on for too many days
too long…two wrong…while
for sure...it's been
dead
...
photo: corryn goldschmidt
WOW....this is a fantastic presentation
thank you very much
somelikeithot said:[quote-79232-MrAlptraum]Explain exactly what you mean by double spaced please. Between letters, words or lines? and old poems?
leave a blank between lines in the poem
i wear glasses, am shortsighted and it makes it easier to read
i also think you are very handsome
[/quote]
Haha! I'm also shortsighted and think you're beautiful!
leave a blank between lines in the poem
i wear glasses, am shortsighted and it makes it easier to read
i also think you are very handsome
[/quote]
Haha! I'm also shortsighted and think you're beautiful!
Saying goodbye to ghosts
There you are,
and there,
now there.
Sit with me a while
I have words for you to hear.
I'm troubled by your visits, and
disturbed in daily events.
From the back to the front and round
the edges of my thoughts
you're there
revolving,
spinning
turning me from smile to frown.
I have to say goodbye again
I won't be saying it anymore.
It shatters me to let you go.
My shards will shatter, splintering
into the soft tissue of my heart,
but you have to leave, I must be me.
I cannot hold your memory here.
It's soaking through,
absorbing me,
then dripping.
Dripping
like acid on a dragonfly's wing.
Keeping it earthbound to forget what it is.
I cannot breathe when you haunt,
I'll miss you and I'll die a while.
In order for me to live
I have to say goodbye.
There you are,
and there,
now there.
Sit with me a while
I have words for you to hear.
I'm troubled by your visits, and
disturbed in daily events.
From the back to the front and round
the edges of my thoughts
you're there
revolving,
spinning
turning me from smile to frown.
I have to say goodbye again
I won't be saying it anymore.
It shatters me to let you go.
My shards will shatter, splintering
into the soft tissue of my heart,
but you have to leave, I must be me.
I cannot hold your memory here.
It's soaking through,
absorbing me,
then dripping.
Dripping
like acid on a dragonfly's wing.
Keeping it earthbound to forget what it is.
I cannot breathe when you haunt,
I'll miss you and I'll die a while.
In order for me to live
I have to say goodbye.
All I Choose To Know
There was a plate
on a wall
in it a picture
gold framed and small
round was the fixture
on a hardboard brown wall
the image a young girl
who I never knew at all
she went to the other world
her life a short call
hair of red curls
in a dress or a shawl
the house where this was
was always cold
no doubt at all
a presence so bold
a sinking feeling
would so fall
a commotion
of emotion
to strike me from the hall
a long time ago
a dim memories glow
so this is all
I can recall
and all I choose to know
There was a plate
on a wall
in it a picture
gold framed and small
round was the fixture
on a hardboard brown wall
the image a young girl
who I never knew at all
she went to the other world
her life a short call
hair of red curls
in a dress or a shawl
the house where this was
was always cold
no doubt at all
a presence so bold
a sinking feeling
would so fall
a commotion
of emotion
to strike me from the hall
a long time ago
a dim memories glow
so this is all
I can recall
and all I choose to know
Captured By The Past
A girl stands at a window
pale , unphased , alone
without a halo
lost but in her home .
It's a long time since she walked
the crumbled floors
an after image stalks
the castle doors .
Captured by camera
never before seen
she looks like a Hannah
maybe eighteen .
Many years have passed
outside the walls
clouds conspire to an overcast
to trap her in those halls .
I see the image and wonder
why was she so young
back then it was easy to go under
death so often sprung .
Now I think what was her name
and what a pity
what a crying shame
she was so pretty .
A girl stands at a window
pale , unphased , alone
without a halo
lost but in her home .
It's a long time since she walked
the crumbled floors
an after image stalks
the castle doors .
Captured by camera
never before seen
she looks like a Hannah
maybe eighteen .
Many years have passed
outside the walls
clouds conspire to an overcast
to trap her in those halls .
I see the image and wonder
why was she so young
back then it was easy to go under
death so often sprung .
Now I think what was her name
and what a pity
what a crying shame
she was so pretty .
diddi said:Captured By The Past
A girl stands at a window
pale , unphased , alone
without a halo
lost but in her home .
It's a long time since she walked
the crumbled floors
an after image stalks
the castle doors .
Captured by camera
never before seen
she looks like a Hannah
maybe eighteen .
Many years have passed
outside the walls
clouds conspire to an overcast
to trap her in those halls .
I see the image and wonder
why was she so young
back then it was easy to go under
death so often sprung .
Now I think what was her name
and what a pity
what a crying shame
she was so pretty .
I have officially decided to hold the two of you hostage.. be looking for my post..
..
A girl stands at a window
pale , unphased , alone
without a halo
lost but in her home .
It's a long time since she walked
the crumbled floors
an after image stalks
the castle doors .
Captured by camera
never before seen
she looks like a Hannah
maybe eighteen .
Many years have passed
outside the walls
clouds conspire to an overcast
to trap her in those halls .
I see the image and wonder
why was she so young
back then it was easy to go under
death so often sprung .
Now I think what was her name
and what a pity
what a crying shame
she was so pretty .
I have officially decided to hold the two of you hostage.. be looking for my post..
.. Devilish said:[quote-79493-diddi]Captured By The Past
A girl stands at a window
pale , unphased , alone
without a halo
lost but in her home .
It's a long time since she walked
the crumbled floors
an after image stalks
the castle doors .
Captured by camera
never before seen
she looks like a Hannah
maybe eighteen .
Many years have passed
outside the walls
clouds conspire to an overcast
to trap her in those halls .
I see the image and wonder
why was she so young
back then it was easy to go under
death so often sprung .
Now I think what was her name
and what a pity
what a crying shame
she was so pretty .
I have officially decided to hold the two of you hostage.. be looking for my post.... [/quote]
A girl stands at a window
pale , unphased , alone
without a halo
lost but in her home .
It's a long time since she walked
the crumbled floors
an after image stalks
the castle doors .
Captured by camera
never before seen
she looks like a Hannah
maybe eighteen .
Many years have passed
outside the walls
clouds conspire to an overcast
to trap her in those halls .
I see the image and wonder
why was she so young
back then it was easy to go under
death so often sprung .
Now I think what was her name
and what a pity
what a crying shame
she was so pretty .
I have officially decided to hold the two of you hostage.. be looking for my post..
.. [/quote] 
O yeeahhh. O yeaaah.... Liein on ma bed, i could feel ur hands on ma thread....
I know this feeling. Your presenc Around me has much meanin..
You clawed on ma back very rough. I sprawed as your Nipples stood 2hard yt soft.
Now Every window clapped. My heart bit fast but trapped...
Deep roots were all walkin. Every candle light were offing....
If i was a bear.. I'ld conquer this sudden cold.. Cause this visit is more to dare... I saw ur face in every mirror bold.
Kiss me again u asked me. I did but to the air again u flee... U whispered something to my ears... I really miss U said n i shade tears...
U smiled at me...... U touched my shoulder.. U took me to your room... You Opened your jewel box..
Asked me to wear them.... Then you raised the standin mirror facing me.... Wearing on that red robe of our 1st sex night..., i looked at myself and saw You my GHOST WHORE...
I know this feeling. Your presenc Around me has much meanin..
You clawed on ma back very rough. I sprawed as your Nipples stood 2hard yt soft.
Now Every window clapped. My heart bit fast but trapped...
Deep roots were all walkin. Every candle light were offing....
If i was a bear.. I'ld conquer this sudden cold.. Cause this visit is more to dare... I saw ur face in every mirror bold.
Kiss me again u asked me. I did but to the air again u flee... U whispered something to my ears... I really miss U said n i shade tears...
U smiled at me...... U touched my shoulder.. U took me to your room... You Opened your jewel box..
Asked me to wear them.... Then you raised the standin mirror facing me.... Wearing on that red robe of our 1st sex night..., i looked at myself and saw You my GHOST WHORE...
Anonymous
MrAlptraum said:Saying goodbye to ghosts
There you are,
and there,
now there.
Sit with me a while
I have words for you to hear.
I'm troubled by your visits, and
disturbed in daily events.
From the back to the front and round
the edges of my thoughts
you're there
revolving,
spinning
turning me from smile to frown.
I have to say goodbye again
I won't be saying it anymore.
It shatters me to let you go.
My shards will shatter, splintering
into the soft tissue of my heart,
but you have to leave, I must be me.
I cannot hold your memory here.
It's soaking through,
absorbing me,
then dripping.
Dripping
like acid on a dragonfly's wing.
Keeping it earthbound to forget what it is.
I cannot breathe when you haunt,
I'll miss you and I'll die a while.
In order for me to live
I have to say goodbye.
Thank you for your beautiful contribution
There you are,
and there,
now there.
Sit with me a while
I have words for you to hear.
I'm troubled by your visits, and
disturbed in daily events.
From the back to the front and round
the edges of my thoughts
you're there
revolving,
spinning
turning me from smile to frown.
I have to say goodbye again
I won't be saying it anymore.
It shatters me to let you go.
My shards will shatter, splintering
into the soft tissue of my heart,
but you have to leave, I must be me.
I cannot hold your memory here.
It's soaking through,
absorbing me,
then dripping.
Dripping
like acid on a dragonfly's wing.
Keeping it earthbound to forget what it is.
I cannot breathe when you haunt,
I'll miss you and I'll die a while.
In order for me to live
I have to say goodbye.
Thank you for your beautiful contribution
Anonymous
Thank you to all who have submitted....please more submissions....
Can someone write a Ghost poetry story that will make me shiver???????
Can someone write a Ghost poetry story that will make me shiver???????
Borley Rectory
Sitting alone
without a light
the wind it blows
gentle and slight ,
the room it feels
kind of tight ,
the wallpaper peels
and I know it's not right .
Plaster dust is falling
I hear their gusts of calling
a distant mumbling ,
amidst the crumbling ,
a now and then , crackled laugh
the stench of death
then gathers fast .
I can see impressions
on the lunar lit floor
I then hear the creak
of a ghostly , closed door ,
I dare not move
for I'm scared to the core
then I hear scratching grooves
of a claw across the wall .
A hooded figure
floats , then disappears
I know it was there ,
I felt the deathly air
like a cold breeze of ice
through my soul it did slice ,
then I hear a priest
read out my last rites .
I have to get out of here
there's a nun grinning
ear to ear ,
she's pointing right at me ,
I run though I can't see
there's a chanting unbound
as I stumble on my feet
against the door I pound
and manage to get out free ,
there'll be no more going around
back to Borley Rectory .
Sitting alone
without a light
the wind it blows
gentle and slight ,
the room it feels
kind of tight ,
the wallpaper peels
and I know it's not right .
Plaster dust is falling
I hear their gusts of calling
a distant mumbling ,
amidst the crumbling ,
a now and then , crackled laugh
the stench of death
then gathers fast .
I can see impressions
on the lunar lit floor
I then hear the creak
of a ghostly , closed door ,
I dare not move
for I'm scared to the core
then I hear scratching grooves
of a claw across the wall .
A hooded figure
floats , then disappears
I know it was there ,
I felt the deathly air
like a cold breeze of ice
through my soul it did slice ,
then I hear a priest
read out my last rites .
I have to get out of here
there's a nun grinning
ear to ear ,
she's pointing right at me ,
I run though I can't see
there's a chanting unbound
as I stumble on my feet
against the door I pound
and manage to get out free ,
there'll be no more going around
back to Borley Rectory .
