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.
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:26pm
Yesterday 3:26pm
Killed Until Dead
He called me "whore" and killed me quick
he wished I was his mum
love couldn't fill the void in him
he took my life to cum
Reduced to all he saw in me
I'm nothing more than scum
he stabbed me twice, in cunt and heart
he left my virgin bum
the bed left red, just like my hair
a pool of scarlet spunk
his hatred raged, my pelvis broke
he wished I were his mum
When beast eats prey, tis nature's urge
but mirth was in his heart
his cursed ego ruined me
and tore my life apart.
he wished I was his mum
love couldn't fill the void in him
he took my life to cum
Reduced to all he saw in me
I'm nothing more than scum
he stabbed me twice, in cunt and heart
he left my virgin bum
the bed left red, just like my hair
a pool of scarlet spunk
his hatred raged, my pelvis broke
he wished I were his mum
When beast eats prey, tis nature's urge
but mirth was in his heart
his cursed ego ruined me
and tore my life apart.
#lust
#murder
#death #ghosts
#death #ghosts
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Poetic_License
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 8:17pm
4th Jul 2020 8:17pm
Amelia's Box
He spied her in the crowded bar,
A local haunt for regulars,
The pregame, postgame, game time refuge.
In a rolling sea of moving bodies,
Voices crashed and chased each other in crescendo,
She remained still, quiet, ethereal.
She does not belong here.
That was his first lucid thought through an alcohol induced haze.
What is she doing here?
For her part, she sat peacefully, hands atop the bar,
Her auburn locks fell full and loose,
A cascade of fire tumbling over pale shoulders.
He approached, straightening...
A local haunt for regulars,
The pregame, postgame, game time refuge.
In a rolling sea of moving bodies,
Voices crashed and chased each other in crescendo,
She remained still, quiet, ethereal.
She does not belong here.
That was his first lucid thought through an alcohol induced haze.
What is she doing here?
For her part, she sat peacefully, hands atop the bar,
Her auburn locks fell full and loose,
A cascade of fire tumbling over pale shoulders.
He approached, straightening...
#sadness
#rejection
#ghosts
#UnrequitedLove
#disappointment
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6 Comments
Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 1:13pm
3rd Jul 2020 1:13pm
The Devil Comes Calling
Satan visits often,
He arrives at dead of night;
He counsels me
Where I should be,
He exhorts with all his might.
Satan visits often,
I find him in the dark;
Tine figured head,
Eyes fiery red,
A prong to make his mark.
Satan visits often,
Ghostly in his cloak;
My troth to break,
My soul to take,
My very faith to choke.
Satan visits often,
Expounding where I'm wrong;
He effects his say
Till break of day,
He attests where I belong.
Satan visits often,
Bearing bread...
He arrives at dead of night;
He counsels me
Where I should be,
He exhorts with all his might.
Satan visits often,
I find him in the dark;
Tine figured head,
Eyes fiery red,
A prong to make his mark.
Satan visits often,
Ghostly in his cloak;
My troth to break,
My soul to take,
My very faith to choke.
Satan visits often,
Expounding where I'm wrong;
He effects his say
Till break of day,
He attests where I belong.
Satan visits often,
Bearing bread...
#ghosts
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0 Comments
Diaryofabasketcase
Poem Published
24th Jun 2020 5:42pm
24th Jun 2020 5:42pm
Darkness
Hello, darkness
My darling friend
You’re here now
Nightmares begin
I crawl into bed
Turn out the lights
There’s no one home
Alone, I will fight
It’s painfully clear
The spirits returned
My legs bare the scratches
The crucifix burned
I wore it last night
It left a large rash
The imprint is clear
My skin has turned black
I woke up this morning
With a bite on my thigh
Left over, the scratches
You inflict as I lie
I’m trying to sleep
To get...
My darling friend
You’re here now
Nightmares begin
I crawl into bed
Turn out the lights
There’s no one home
Alone, I will fight
It’s painfully clear
The spirits returned
My legs bare the scratches
The crucifix burned
I wore it last night
It left a large rash
The imprint is clear
My skin has turned black
I woke up this morning
With a bite on my thigh
Left over, the scratches
You inflict as I lie
I’m trying to sleep
To get...
#dark
#ghosts
#ShortStory
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
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1 Comment
Hellarchy
Poem Published
20th Jun 2020 9:58pm
20th Jun 2020 9:58pm
Love Death
Drenched in dismay
And the stench of decay
Among the scattered
Body limbs I lay
Disassociate
As if on opiates
Reality shattered
Something grim sedates
Basking in morbid bliss
Savor the torturous
Covered in red
How I love the dead
Enter my nightmares
Ajar door see, right there
Just take one step in
Leap out of your skin
Never enough corpses
Create more, remorseless
Encircled in torches
Beckon evil forces
Embrace me
Deface me
Erase me
Replace me
...
And the stench of decay
Among the scattered
Body limbs I lay
Disassociate
As if on opiates
Reality shattered
Something grim sedates
Basking in morbid bliss
Savor the torturous
Covered in red
How I love the dead
Enter my nightmares
Ajar door see, right there
Just take one step in
Leap out of your skin
Never enough corpses
Create more, remorseless
Encircled in torches
Beckon evil forces
Embrace me
Deface me
Erase me
Replace me
...
#dark
#murder
#death
#evil
#ghosts
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2 Comments
Xaphan
Poem Published
9th Jun 2020 3:33pm
9th Jun 2020 3:33pm
Even The Ghosts Forgot
It stands apart and alone, in wrack and ruin, reflective but with naught to tell
An insignificant mark on a map, but once a home, reduced to an empty shell
Now it's only the wind that passes by, except for the passers-by on the B676
Where there's barely a second glance to the derelict pile of crumbling bricks
The empty windows host the hollow shadows, where only a darkness settles
Where there was hope before, now there is creeping ivy and stinging nettles
Perhaps it was a place of reveries, that were crushed to dust, like brittle glass
And when the key...
An insignificant mark on a map, but once a home, reduced to an empty shell
Now it's only the wind that passes by, except for the passers-by on the B676
Where there's barely a second glance to the derelict pile of crumbling bricks
The empty windows host the hollow shadows, where only a darkness settles
Where there was hope before, now there is creeping ivy and stinging nettles
Perhaps it was a place of reveries, that were crushed to dust, like brittle glass
And when the key...
#dark
#nature
#ghosts
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 5:35am
2nd Jun 2020 5:35am
ghost in the flesh
living for the sake of living; only a ghost would understand; most would feel distain as if the ghost's a "common man";
the only purpose that a ghost lives for is to not die in agony....
there's nothing else to live for, in a place filled with landmines....
the only purpose that a ghost lives for is to not die in agony....
there's nothing else to live for, in a place filled with landmines....
#identity
#ghosts
#honesty #philosophical
#honesty #philosophical
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 00:06am
2nd Jun 2020 00:06am
the old shades
last pub we went for a drink
was the old shades in whitehall;
despite what you think,
it didn't seem prophetic at all ..
was the old shades in whitehall;
despite what you think,
it didn't seem prophetic at all ..
#ghosts
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1 Comment
nikkimoe
Poem Published
28th May 2020 5:27am
28th May 2020 5:27am
They Were Like Smoke
The ghosts were analog,
everything is digital.
Now It really is just the wind or
the old house settling.
Dead really is dead in
this new, old world.
everything is digital.
Now It really is just the wind or
the old house settling.
Dead really is dead in
this new, old world.
#technology
#death
#ghosts
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10 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
26th May 2020 1:19am
26th May 2020 1:19am
Dock of Souls
at dawn there's a flicker of gold
faint with the morning dirge
night have given up Souls
sings to it, a new day
they come in liquid presence
four mystical whales
old sisters to carry souls
to gather with other sparks
what answers beauty from within
what calls to the deep like trumpets
who is the essence of them
transporters of spirit to beyond
souls left behind
swirl with the mists
screaming with the winds
forever tormented in this world, yet not
should they speak to you ...
faint with the morning dirge
night have given up Souls
sings to it, a new day
they come in liquid presence
four mystical whales
old sisters to carry souls
to gather with other sparks
what answers beauty from within
what calls to the deep like trumpets
who is the essence of them
transporters of spirit to beyond
souls left behind
swirl with the mists
screaming with the winds
forever tormented in this world, yet not
should they speak to you ...
#utopia
#ghosts
#hell
#mythology
#tradition
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2 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
25th May 2020 11:57am
25th May 2020 11:57am
Dreams of Faeries
she sang of tomorrow
on the lonely glade
surrounded by pale light
from sun clouded over
with flecks of dusts
from yesterdays tears
the last of them
the conquered clan
I dreamed of her
soulful with dark
yellow hair
green gossamer dress
songs lilting over glen
lost in swishing wind
from the land
named after a Goddess
Waking up to eastern sun
far far away
wondering at the sounds
of shaman's chant.
on the lonely glade
surrounded by pale light
from sun clouded over
with flecks of dusts
from yesterdays tears
the last of them
the conquered clan
I dreamed of her
soulful with dark
yellow hair
green gossamer dress
songs lilting over glen
lost in swishing wind
from the land
named after a Goddess
Waking up to eastern sun
far far away
wondering at the sounds
of shaman's chant.
#love
#ghosts
#fairies #mythology
#fairies #mythology
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8 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
18th May 2020 1:05pm
18th May 2020 1:05pm
Can't stop the Spirits when They need You ~ this Life is More than just A readthru
i'd felt the shadows, dark and tight
in childhood dreams
torments' delight
until, aware, i, sudden, woke
his mass of black and
chasmic smoke
it grew unfounded, sense of feeling
wounds, though formless,
needed healing
and i, his orchid, desert bloom
the sandman came,
wove cosmic tune
oasis in the dead of night
he drinks of me,
his thirst's delight
i offer more than words or soul
i give my time,
an endless goal
he sees this life, just one small flash ...
in childhood dreams
torments' delight
until, aware, i, sudden, woke
his mass of black and
chasmic smoke
it grew unfounded, sense of feeling
wounds, though formless,
needed healing
and i, his orchid, desert bloom
the sandman came,
wove cosmic tune
oasis in the dead of night
he drinks of me,
his thirst's delight
i offer more than words or soul
i give my time,
an endless goal
he sees this life, just one small flash ...
#love
#erotic
#spiritual
#ghosts
#wisdom
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