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.
newspaper and frost
a newspaper and frost
The winter of 1947 was very cold, the country was
exhausted, the German army that had given employment
to civilians, had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one for sitting still, she secured two newspaper rounds, I was her little helper, so she could keep an eye on me.
In a courtyard, a man sat on the stone steps into his home, he sat very still and had ice on his eyebrows
I called Mother, and she said the man was dead of frost
She left to find a shop with a telephone and, a few people
had phones back...
The winter of 1947 was very cold, the country was
exhausted, the German army that had given employment
to civilians, had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one for sitting still, she secured two newspaper rounds, I was her little helper, so she could keep an eye on me.
In a courtyard, a man sat on the stone steps into his home, he sat very still and had ice on his eyebrows
I called Mother, and she said the man was dead of frost
She left to find a shop with a telephone and, a few people
had phones back...
#God
#devil
#angels
#ghosts
#witches
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Shadows
In the morning light I see you
dreaming of ghosts
Nostalgic for days past
you twist under the sheets
holding a last embrace
Kissing the day
awaken to the mists
then fall in place
Restless spirits follow you into the morn
soulful eyes reflect sorrow
Soon will come sleep
and your love will again shimmer
in the shadows
dreaming of ghosts
Nostalgic for days past
you twist under the sheets
holding a last embrace
Kissing the day
awaken to the mists
then fall in place
Restless spirits follow you into the morn
soulful eyes reflect sorrow
Soon will come sleep
and your love will again shimmer
in the shadows
#shadows
#ghosts
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Presto
see the tables floating
no strings attached...
like a mannequin..presto
vanishing before your eyes
spectral locomotive rushing
through my vocal mind...
silver-blue...frozen in silence
standing outside in the cold
presto...I radiate more heat
than light.
I'm not one who believes in magic
sometimes I have second sight.
heard the thunder behind her eyes
with a wave of my magic wand
we'll disappear...
yes I've seen the candles floating ...
no strings attached...
like a mannequin..presto
vanishing before your eyes
spectral locomotive rushing
through my vocal mind...
silver-blue...frozen in silence
standing outside in the cold
presto...I radiate more heat
than light.
I'm not one who believes in magic
sometimes I have second sight.
heard the thunder behind her eyes
with a wave of my magic wand
we'll disappear...
yes I've seen the candles floating ...
#dark
#ghosts
#PowerOfWords #mythology
#PowerOfWords #mythology
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Molten Gold
shackles and chains
dangle from up above
he's pacing grooves into the floor
dipping his fingers,
into the decadent molten gold
with brush strokes that rival
the visions of angels and demons.
broken mirrors, reflection unstrung
craving his last words into stone walls.
molten gold drips like fiery teardrops
spilling over his crestfallen eyes
bitterness leaves streaks, that shine
in the moonlight...
these burnt offerings I've offered
as the lute hums, and bandy bards
sing songs of a...
dangle from up above
he's pacing grooves into the floor
dipping his fingers,
into the decadent molten gold
with brush strokes that rival
the visions of angels and demons.
broken mirrors, reflection unstrung
craving his last words into stone walls.
molten gold drips like fiery teardrops
spilling over his crestfallen eyes
bitterness leaves streaks, that shine
in the moonlight...
these burnt offerings I've offered
as the lute hums, and bandy bards
sing songs of a...
#religion
#angels
#ghosts #mythology
#ghosts #mythology
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two people and a dream
Two people and a dream
It is easy to start a war, send up a rocket, and get one in return and spiteful words lead to hatred of the sort
the consumes the soul and reason disappears in the fog
of odium that can only end in the slaughter of a nation
The military invasion of Gaza began with righteous anger and a thirst for revenge, but now as vengeance
has been sated it is time to end this if it is not too late
the political leader of the invading nation is tired, he knows he was overreaching himself to his enemies at home's delight, his face drawn and...
It is easy to start a war, send up a rocket, and get one in return and spiteful words lead to hatred of the sort
the consumes the soul and reason disappears in the fog
of odium that can only end in the slaughter of a nation
The military invasion of Gaza began with righteous anger and a thirst for revenge, but now as vengeance
has been sated it is time to end this if it is not too late
the political leader of the invading nation is tired, he knows he was overreaching himself to his enemies at home's delight, his face drawn and...
#God
#devil
#angels
#ghosts
#aliens
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The Bridge by the Overpass, Pt. 1
Here we are at what feels like the end of our last night
The cold was in full swing
A Greek restaurant because I've never been
February is emotionally a vacant place throughout
all my life
and historically my stories get woven
but I remember that
cold night
and how in love
I pretended
and squirmed
to be
I'd worm through time-wreaths
But really, I just slink in my seat
every other time
I've ever been
down that particular
part of Main Street
A memory that no longer serves me
The cold was in full swing
A Greek restaurant because I've never been
February is emotionally a vacant place throughout
all my life
and historically my stories get woven
but I remember that
cold night
and how in love
I pretended
and squirmed
to be
I'd worm through time-wreaths
But really, I just slink in my seat
every other time
I've ever been
down that particular
part of Main Street
A memory that no longer serves me
#winter
#ghosts
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In The Darkness
Haunting capricious shadow
slowly flying through the room
in the darkness of the night
in the shadows it does loom.
Watching her as she sleeps
deciding when to make its move
gently hovering over her body
softly touching her every groove.
Settling down upon her
kissing her soft pink lips
hearing a contented sigh
a slow rise from upon her hips.
Haunting capricious shadow
slowly flying across the room
back into the shadows
in the darkness it does loom.
slowly flying through the room
in the darkness of the night
in the shadows it does loom.
Watching her as she sleeps
deciding when to make its move
gently hovering over her body
softly touching her every groove.
Settling down upon her
kissing her soft pink lips
hearing a contented sigh
a slow rise from upon her hips.
Haunting capricious shadow
slowly flying across the room
back into the shadows
in the darkness it does loom.
#dark
#shadows
#ghosts #seductive
#ghosts #seductive
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MOMMY DEAREST
Hold me close the weather is cold
The fire died so long ago
Mama, at least you're here with me
And quiet the voices below
Is there a world there at all?
Together we can both fall
Lay me down to sleep and tell me good night
And protect me from all the ghosts and wights
We're in this together
And trapped in this fever
Blurring all the lines between wrong and right - WRONG AND RIGHT
Down at our cabin in the woods
Closet of skeletons, feral
Marked with the madness that they claim
Winter kingdom, sing me carols...
The fire died so long ago
Mama, at least you're here with me
And quiet the voices below
Is there a world there at all?
Together we can both fall
Lay me down to sleep and tell me good night
And protect me from all the ghosts and wights
We're in this together
And trapped in this fever
Blurring all the lines between wrong and right - WRONG AND RIGHT
Down at our cabin in the woods
Closet of skeletons, feral
Marked with the madness that they claim
Winter kingdom, sing me carols...
#dark
#Halloween
#ghosts
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Logos of Memories
Too many teeth in this dark empty room
and shadows that creep. “Bon appétit!”
Of broken chains and logos of memories
death's little catastrophe in your peignoir
Listening to the pathos of silent screams
from the boudoir noir sweet divine blood
Holding onto the scurvy of your pale soul
and shadows that creep. “Bon appétit!”
and shadows that creep. “Bon appétit!”
Of broken chains and logos of memories
death's little catastrophe in your peignoir
Listening to the pathos of silent screams
from the boudoir noir sweet divine blood
Holding onto the scurvy of your pale soul
and shadows that creep. “Bon appétit!”
#spiritual
#ghosts
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The Immortality of Happiness

#loneliness
#dark
#rebirth
#ghosts
#ForbiddenLove
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We're not Ghosts
I'd forgotten how perfect your lips felt
Pressed against mine, against my neck, my cheek
I'd bite them simply to make sure they're real
And not a ghost of a memory trapped in my head
Those hands that have haunted me touch me
With what I can only describe as glee
From ankle... to knee... to thigh... to hip
An exploring path as if you're making sure I'm real
That I'm actually laying there in front of you
Those lips pressing a smile against my neck
We bring ghosts to life when we're together
Pressed against mine, against my neck, my cheek
I'd bite them simply to make sure they're real
And not a ghost of a memory trapped in my head
Those hands that have haunted me touch me
With what I can only describe as glee
From ankle... to knee... to thigh... to hip
An exploring path as if you're making sure I'm real
That I'm actually laying there in front of you
Those lips pressing a smile against my neck
We bring ghosts to life when we're together
#ghosts
#memories
#sensual
#passion
#bittersweet
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Ghost Hunters
A haunting we will go to catch a scary ghost,
we won't know where we’ll find it,
but we know it will be a host.
A host to haunted houses, abandoned insane asylums, too,
rat-infested old warehouses,
the hunt is always new.
We'll travel through cities and towns looking for a ghost,
with all our special ghost-finding equipment,
on social media we’ll post.
Brave ghost hunters that we are,
nothing scares us you see,
except for little candy-starved kids every Halloween!
we won't know where we’ll find it,
but we know it will be a host.
A host to haunted houses, abandoned insane asylums, too,
rat-infested old warehouses,
the hunt is always new.
We'll travel through cities and towns looking for a ghost,
with all our special ghost-finding equipment,
on social media we’ll post.
Brave ghost hunters that we are,
nothing scares us you see,
except for little candy-starved kids every Halloween!
#Halloween
#rhyming
#ghosts #WritingPoetry
#ghosts #WritingPoetry
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