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.
nickbar
Nick Bartek
Nick Bartek
Poem Published
Today 1:28am
Today 1:28am
Narcan Angel
Crimson curtains spill onto the dresser like the blood spilling down her neck
From dull tipped kisses and pecks
Framed in a murky halo of florescent
Her hair serpents slithering deep down into burn holes in the mattress
Hands exposed power lines humming with electricity
Delicate hollow moans
Punctuate breaths nicotine soaked
Her whispered lies narcan in disembodied tones
Our bedroom door would open and shut
Without our touch
She always had said there was a poltergeist in the apartment
But it was really her
All along
From dull tipped kisses and pecks
Framed in a murky halo of florescent
Her hair serpents slithering deep down into burn holes in the mattress
Hands exposed power lines humming with electricity
Delicate hollow moans
Punctuate breaths nicotine soaked
Her whispered lies narcan in disembodied tones
Our bedroom door would open and shut
Without our touch
She always had said there was a poltergeist in the apartment
But it was really her
All along
#love
#grief
#drugs
#ghosts
#addiction
15 reads
4 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:58pm
Yesterday 8:58pm
Presence
Invisibly she follows me
I sense her presence on the wind
She is not one that I can see
But she whispers that I have sinned
She was my lover, now deceased
Still present wherever I may roam
My guilt is palpably increased
I tremble when I reach my home
She denounces me as a thief
A liar to the very last
A man who is a source of grief
A villain through my lengthy past
I know not why she once remained
Perhaps to spot clean my wicked ways
But she realized my soul was stained
And could be through my...
I sense her presence on the wind
She is not one that I can see
But she whispers that I have sinned
She was my lover, now deceased
Still present wherever I may roam
My guilt is palpably increased
I tremble when I reach my home
She denounces me as a thief
A liar to the very last
A man who is a source of grief
A villain through my lengthy past
I know not why she once remained
Perhaps to spot clean my wicked ways
But she realized my soul was stained
And could be through my...
#funny
#ghosts
38 reads
10 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 7:12pm
23rd Feb 2020 7:12pm
AN AFTER THOUGHT
Have you ever took the time out of your daily life?
To just stop and listen to the very intellectual thoughts, that sometimes crosses the mere depth of your mind touching and pulling at your soul of souls. As you alone have an intellectual conversation one on one with thyself in mind heart and spiritual soul. For through this journey of oneself we rediscover thyself in more ways then ONE, as we slowly begin to separate our mind from our emotions of the nocturnal primal thoughts of mere fear and doults, as we become more and...
To just stop and listen to the very intellectual thoughts, that sometimes crosses the mere depth of your mind touching and pulling at your soul of souls. As you alone have an intellectual conversation one on one with thyself in mind heart and spiritual soul. For through this journey of oneself we rediscover thyself in more ways then ONE, as we slowly begin to separate our mind from our emotions of the nocturnal primal thoughts of mere fear and doults, as we become more and...
#shadows
#God
#angels
#ghosts
#evolution
19 reads
6 Comments
direlegion
dire legion
dire legion
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 8:45am
17th Feb 2020 8:45am
[DELUSION CONFUSION]
#dragons
#ghosts
#witches
#werewolves
#zombies
35 reads
10 Comments
BenJohnson
Darth Brooks
Darth Brooks
Poem Published
15th Feb 2020 3:30am
15th Feb 2020 3:30am
Smoke (New Draft)
There's not many things as beautiful as the way smoke brings an image to the movements of the air. It is sensitive to every little movement that is made around, even the smallest wave of a hand can send it into disarray. Moving as if it were life itself. They say a butterfly flapping its wings can cause a tornado hundreds of miles away. It makes you realize just how delicate the air is, and why there are groups in arms about whatever we put into it as a species.
I sat on the floor in a wide empty room. Basking in the brilliant blazes that danced below the chimney. Warming myself...
I sat on the floor in a wide empty room. Basking in the brilliant blazes that danced below the chimney. Warming myself...
#dark
#fiction
#scary
#ghosts
#nightmares
94 reads
1 Comment
nikkimoe
Poem Published
10th Feb 2020 00:13am
10th Feb 2020 00:13am
Boof**kinhoo
The ghost
reared his
ugly head
at midnight,
as usual
not a soul cared.
reared his
ugly head
at midnight,
as usual
not a soul cared.
#ghosts
39 reads
6 Comments
DecipherMe
Poem Published
7th Feb 2020 3:44am
7th Feb 2020 3:44am
Artificial Life
Pickle thumbs, how you clasp at the ceiling
in a black
as the light's dead.
Prostrate the machine, your dead weight, to the sky
and roll along that plucked apple soul your shelter overhead
as the lazing eyes evaluate the distorted waveline
of conscious cracks. Those you wheel upon
until the corner frame.
Thud and doubleback.
The spine draws a stomach of no hunger-iness.
The inner knee's suction to the sheet locks in the leg's cone.
There are no worries in heater warmth.
Spirit, you ghost, find a token in a shorted bulb ...
in a black
as the light's dead.
Prostrate the machine, your dead weight, to the sky
and roll along that plucked apple soul your shelter overhead
as the lazing eyes evaluate the distorted waveline
of conscious cracks. Those you wheel upon
until the corner frame.
Thud and doubleback.
The spine draws a stomach of no hunger-iness.
The inner knee's suction to the sheet locks in the leg's cone.
There are no worries in heater warmth.
Spirit, you ghost, find a token in a shorted bulb ...
#depression
#ghosts
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#apathy
40 reads
0 Comments
gardenlover
Poem Published
5th Feb 2020 8:46pm
5th Feb 2020 8:46pm
When I'm Gone
I don't believe there is a god
Claims that he exists are all flawed;
Equally there is no afterlife;
It's just a bribe to reduce strife.
Consequently when I am dead
At my funeral tears are shed
If God gets any mention
It is my firm intension
To return; and will haunt;
It is His believers I will taunt
Claims that he exists are all flawed;
Equally there is no afterlife;
It's just a bribe to reduce strife.
Consequently when I am dead
At my funeral tears are shed
If God gets any mention
It is my firm intension
To return; and will haunt;
It is His believers I will taunt
#atheism
#ghosts
30 reads
0 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
5th Feb 2020 1:36am
5th Feb 2020 1:36am
"Born From ABOVE,"(John 3.3-8) - What Does It MEAN??!!
Christ taught that in order to "see the kingdom of God" you have to "be born from above"(verse 3). When a person dies, THAT is when they "see the kingdom of God."
THAT is what Christ is referring to when He says "born from above."
For when a person dies, their mind/soul comes forth from their brain.
And since their brain is in their head, and the head is ABOVE their torso,
that "birth" out of the body is LITERALLY "from above."
When a baby is born from out of the body (of the mother),
it is a birth from BELOW.
For the...
THAT is what Christ is referring to when He says "born from above."
For when a person dies, their mind/soul comes forth from their brain.
And since their brain is in their head, and the head is ABOVE their torso,
that "birth" out of the body is LITERALLY "from above."
When a baby is born from out of the body (of the mother),
it is a birth from BELOW.
For the...
#God
#angels
#ghosts
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0 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
1st Feb 2020 8:29am
1st Feb 2020 8:29am
ATARI'S BEST GAME ERA
Pacman ghost galore...
Donkey Kong ROAR!!!
Donkey Kong ROAR!!!
#anger
#animals
#funny #ghosts
#funny #ghosts
43 reads
5 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
31st Jan 2020 5:26am
31st Jan 2020 5:26am
THE SECRET POLTERGEIST
Have you ever felt eyes giving a stare
When finally all alone
Turning around but nothing is there...
Strange????
Seems it likes seeing you by yourself at home
Secluded in the moments change...
Making no importance to your chills
You want to be brave
The ghost is nothing to get scared thrills
Always have bragged of it in a grave
It's all in the mind that one feels...
You watch your late-night flick
As finally made some buttered popcorn
Everything is cool and slick
As watching a baby be born
How...
When finally all alone
Turning around but nothing is there...
Strange????
Seems it likes seeing you by yourself at home
Secluded in the moments change...
Making no importance to your chills
You want to be brave
The ghost is nothing to get scared thrills
Always have bragged of it in a grave
It's all in the mind that one feels...
You watch your late-night flick
As finally made some buttered popcorn
Everything is cool and slick
As watching a baby be born
How...
#dark
#evil
#scary
#ghosts
#mystery
63 reads
6 Comments
BenJohnson
Darth Brooks
Darth Brooks
Poem Published
30th Jan 2020 8:32pm
30th Jan 2020 8:32pm
Smoke
There's not many things as beautiful as the way smoke brings an image to the movements of the air. It is sensitive to every little movement that is made around, even the smallest wave of a hand can send it into disarray. Symbolic of the way that life in itself works. They say a butterfly flapping it's wings can cause a tornado hundreds of miles away. It makes you realize just how delicate the air is. It's no wonder that there are groups so up in arms about whatever we put into it as a species.
When the smoke started to cling to my lungs and make my throat itch, I sat in the room...
When the smoke started to cling to my lungs and make my throat itch, I sat in the room...
#fiction
#scary
#ghosts
#ShortStory
#nightmares
68 reads
7 Comments
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