Ghost Poems
#ghosts
Ghost poems about the souls or spirits of dead people. Poetry about ghosts, ranging from an invisible presence to a translucent shape or realistic, lifelike vision. Superstitious poetry about ghosts, and poems about interactions with a spirit world.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 7:49am
18th Feb 2025 7:49am
Faustian City Blues
Faustian City Blues
The neon dancers are framed
In the purple glow of harlequins
In the court of autumn kings
Sitting on barstool thrones
Whose greying crowns
Are the color of pigeons perched on powerlines
Like angels gazing down ruefully
From smoky bourbon eyes
When even ghosts of the Storyville Night
Cry under sheets stained in the salty brine
Of love gone wrong on a Faustian mattress
For the rose of yesteryear
The neon dancers are framed
In the purple glow of harlequins
In the court of autumn kings
Sitting on barstool thrones
Whose greying crowns
Are the color of pigeons perched on powerlines
Like angels gazing down ruefully
From smoky bourbon eyes
When even ghosts of the Storyville Night
Cry under sheets stained in the salty brine
Of love gone wrong on a Faustian mattress
For the rose of yesteryear
#aging
#alcohol
#angels #ghosts
#angels #ghosts
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 7:15pm
16th Feb 2025 7:15pm
Asatru of the prairie
Down here in the coolies.
Right down by the slough.
I sit.
In the mud and dirty things.
Exasperated in my exhaustion.
Lying among dog tails and sweet grass.
Spear grass and hand picked sage.
And, let this smoke carry my sacrifice.
To the spirts.
And may they dim the sun.
So it doesn't beat down on me so.
As the sun turns orange.
Pink.
And red.
The sunset.
Announces the coming.
Of the cool night air.
And, I see Hugin and Munin.
Or, is it just raven.
In pairs.
...
Right down by the slough.
I sit.
In the mud and dirty things.
Exasperated in my exhaustion.
Lying among dog tails and sweet grass.
Spear grass and hand picked sage.
And, let this smoke carry my sacrifice.
To the spirts.
And may they dim the sun.
So it doesn't beat down on me so.
As the sun turns orange.
Pink.
And red.
The sunset.
Announces the coming.
Of the cool night air.
And, I see Hugin and Munin.
Or, is it just raven.
In pairs.
...
#ghosts
#pagan
#prayer
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 5:48pm
14th Feb 2025 5:48pm
Display of Silence
Walk the earth
A pittance paid
Bloodied coin ‘neath weeping sky
Praise
Praise upon lips
Hollow hymns in hollow halls
Songs sung
Yet the tongues do tremble
A tumultuous fire
A searing wail
The crack
The crack of lightning
A flash
A breath
Then silence
Silence
Of whispers long dead
Of prayers lost to time
Names blown
Blown
Like dust on the wind
A pittance paid
Bloodied coin ‘neath weeping sky
Praise
Praise upon lips
Hollow hymns in hollow halls
Songs sung
Yet the tongues do tremble
A tumultuous fire
A searing wail
The crack
The crack of lightning
A flash
A breath
Then silence
Silence
Of whispers long dead
Of prayers lost to time
Names blown
Blown
Like dust on the wind
#ghosts
#silence
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 10:47pm
13th Feb 2025 10:47pm
The gateways
The elders say that there are those things, that we all will never truly understand, things that are beyond our mortal mere existence. For it's not an mirage, or a figment of your thoughts or imagination. FOR it's real as it goes way back in time, before you and I were ever was Born. FOR sure even back then evil forces, were always against the good spiritual forces of souls of what is good. For I can remember, when I was young somethings from my own dreams, in the wee hours of the night, having feelings like I wasn't really alone in my room. 🫣 Yet I was to afraid to move and tell...
#dialogue
#ghosts
#mythology
#nightmares
#StreamOfConsciousness
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adagio
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 3:35am
12th Feb 2025 3:35am
Ain't No Sunshine
"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone"
her ghost of ashes turned to stone
haunting refrain in depths farewell
in the twilight where shadows linger
holding secrets on the edge of dreams
with an unfiltered dark symphony
and in whispers she hears her name
"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone"
her ghost of ashes turned to stone
haunting refrain in depths farewell
in the twilight where shadows linger
holding secrets on the edge of dreams
with an unfiltered dark symphony
and in whispers she hears her name
"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone"
#dark
#ghosts
#love
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adagio
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 1:49pm
11th Feb 2025 1:49pm
Clad as a Jester
A hunting whisper of a shadow's echo
"as I walk a mile for a Camel cigarette"
unhinged in these hollowed halls
cloaked in a velvet shroud
clad as Jester
as I wander in insanity's labyrinth
unhinged in madness cradle
listening to the strings of death
tormenting my soul
with a specter of the past
"as I walk a mile for a Camel cigarette"
clad as jester
now a narcistic imbecile
without a clue
"as I walk a mile for a Camel cigarette"
unhinged in these hollowed halls
cloaked in a velvet shroud
clad as Jester
as I wander in insanity's labyrinth
unhinged in madness cradle
listening to the strings of death
tormenting my soul
with a specter of the past
"as I walk a mile for a Camel cigarette"
clad as jester
now a narcistic imbecile
without a clue
#dark
#dreams
#ghosts
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Crimsonofpassion
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 8:32pm
6th Feb 2025 8:32pm
Taken in the Dark
#dark
#erotic
#ghosts
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 4:15pm
5th Feb 2025 4:15pm
No Title.
It's so funny how you think you can see me
But I bleed before a crowd
They wade through my blood
Blame it on the flood
I am unseen
As they walk through me
I am a ghost
In the host of dead believers
But I bleed before a crowd
They wade through my blood
Blame it on the flood
I am unseen
As they walk through me
I am a ghost
In the host of dead believers
#emptiness
#ghosts
#ignorance
#rejection
#war
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 8:53pm
3rd Feb 2025 8:53pm
Miss Birdseed
The public house had long been haunted by some strange presence that upset slop trays and let beer dribble out from the taps when no one was looking, but it was not really about this that the publican's wife had come to consult the occult detective, Joshua Samuels.
'That's just the Pimlico poisoner, that is' said Mrs Godalming with weird alacrity. 'Back in my grandfather's day, the pub was frequented by bigwigs from Westminster on their way to County Hall, where Maggie Struthers was strung up by her neck in the place of execution for killing her husband and child with arsenic....
'That's just the Pimlico poisoner, that is' said Mrs Godalming with weird alacrity. 'Back in my grandfather's day, the pub was frequented by bigwigs from Westminster on their way to County Hall, where Maggie Struthers was strung up by her neck in the place of execution for killing her husband and child with arsenic....
#evil
#ghosts
#historical #horror
#historical #horror
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PAR
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 7:45pm
31st Jan 2025 7:45pm
Banshee
Distracted by the mirror
without a shadow of a doubt,
there remains this nestled
and threatening animal,
resident of my rib cage,
tick tock of a time bomb
beating in the folds of eternity.
This beast that inhabits me,
and turns me inside out,
screaming to all the winds
that no longer move any mills.
"The soldiers are at the door, sir!
What do we do now?"
"Scream, captain, scream
until their ears burst."
without a shadow of a doubt,
there remains this nestled
and threatening animal,
resident of my rib cage,
tick tock of a time bomb
beating in the folds of eternity.
This beast that inhabits me,
and turns me inside out,
screaming to all the winds
that no longer move any mills.
"The soldiers are at the door, sir!
What do we do now?"
"Scream, captain, scream
until their ears burst."
#anxiety
#depression
#ghosts
#mythology
#spiritual
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 2:17pm
31st Jan 2025 2:17pm
A Couple In Front Of A Campfire
While walking on the
beach, Annabeth saw
a naked couple hump
in front of a campfire.
But when she moved
closer towards them,
the couple disappeared
like they were mist.
beach, Annabeth saw
a naked couple hump
in front of a campfire.
But when she moved
closer towards them,
the couple disappeared
like they were mist.
#beach
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#ghosts
#sex
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 9:24pm
27th Jan 2025 9:24pm
TAG, YOU'RE IT! (collaboration with Lilliputian)
They played a fierce game of tag all of their lives
From as far back to childhood through to their later years in life
Tag you're it
Now, tag you're it!
The game was harmless, but both were eager to tag the other throughout their lives
Even when they were married & had families, the game went on
One of them fell ill a few years back
Even so, wheelchair bound and sick, he would tag his friend gleefully, like he did for over 70 years
His friend was saddened but thought he'd bounce back
He never did
While in the hospital on his deathbed, he...
From as far back to childhood through to their later years in life
Tag you're it
Now, tag you're it!
The game was harmless, but both were eager to tag the other throughout their lives
Even when they were married & had families, the game went on
One of them fell ill a few years back
Even so, wheelchair bound and sick, he would tag his friend gleefully, like he did for over 70 years
His friend was saddened but thought he'd bounce back
He never did
While in the hospital on his deathbed, he...
#dark
#death
#friendship
#ghosts
#ShortStory
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