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.
Meeting His First Phantom Hitchhiker
Paul was driving in the
rain before he spotted
an asian chick thumbing
for a ride and he was it.
But then, she was gone.
rain before he spotted
an asian chick thumbing
for a ride and he was it.
But then, she was gone.
#rain
#cars
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#ghosts
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There Will Be No Ghost To Give
Do not burn my bones
I'll want to come home
again and again.
I'll want to come home
again and again.
#ghosts
#unicorns
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Your New Ghoulfriend
He was stunned -
the stranger in front of him looked exactly like the girl he'd been dreaming about.
On this sultry Summer night a woman's shimmering outline walked towards him.
His tiny rowboat seemed useless, since he was about to leave the docks.
They left in a cabriolet.
50 word micro story
Copyright © 2022
Kathy J Anderson
All rights reserved.
2022.7.25
the stranger in front of him looked exactly like the girl he'd been dreaming about.
On this sultry Summer night a woman's shimmering outline walked towards him.
His tiny rowboat seemed useless, since he was about to leave the docks.
They left in a cabriolet.
50 word micro story
Copyright © 2022
Kathy J Anderson
All rights reserved.
2022.7.25
#girlfriend
#beauty
#water #ghosts
#water #ghosts
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Your Own Ghost
Yonder, you wander, from a dream to untether
Outside of your mind, but inside, of the nether
Unreality beckons, but you meander, too deep
Revealing, a nightmare, for death's not asleep
On the otherside of being, a darkness will lure
With a promise of forever, unfettered and pure
Necronaut, of nowhere, you can never escape
Gravitating into the void, you can only reshape
Haunted waker, where you are, you'll die back
Once of the light, you are a shade of the black
Silently adrift, in the etheric, of the nethermost
There untether, your...
Outside of your mind, but inside, of the nether
Unreality beckons, but you meander, too deep
Revealing, a nightmare, for death's not asleep
On the otherside of being, a darkness will lure
With a promise of forever, unfettered and pure
Necronaut, of nowhere, you can never escape
Gravitating into the void, you can only reshape
Haunted waker, where you are, you'll die back
Once of the light, you are a shade of the black
Silently adrift, in the etheric, of the nethermost
There untether, your...
#dark
#dreams
#death
#ghosts
#nightmares
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silver lining
My arms have
stretched
way past
this point.
Now I'm
locked inside
of a false
silver lining.
My answers
are questions
I'm too scared
to ask
myself.
You've mastered
a dead tongue,
but how does
a live one
treat you?
Dig him up.
Pull his tongue
out.
Give this
dog
a throw away piece of
something to eat.
I think I'm
falling asleep
finally.
stretched
way past
this point.
Now I'm
locked inside
of a false
silver lining.
My answers
are questions
I'm too scared
to ask
myself.
You've mastered
a dead tongue,
but how does
a live one
treat you?
Dig him up.
Pull his tongue
out.
Give this
dog
a throw away piece of
something to eat.
I think I'm
falling asleep
finally.
#sadness
#ghosts
#poverty
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Casper
How marvelous to think a soul so light
That it may flit like some unfettered fart
All about a brutally Baptist night
Where no pleasure comforts the beating heart
Of the tearfully afterlife fearful
Somehow unable to police their thought
And confusing hate for something cheerful
Due to the dreadful scripture they're taught
On a Sunday sabotaged by school
When the pupil may well have learned instead
A much less harmful scientific rule
That allows mortal lovers to share a bed
Where love, I think, is more commonly found
Than in some...
That it may flit like some unfettered fart
All about a brutally Baptist night
Where no pleasure comforts the beating heart
Of the tearfully afterlife fearful
Somehow unable to police their thought
And confusing hate for something cheerful
Due to the dreadful scripture they're taught
On a Sunday sabotaged by school
When the pupil may well have learned instead
A much less harmful scientific rule
That allows mortal lovers to share a bed
Where love, I think, is more commonly found
Than in some...
#spiritual
#ghosts
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GHOST OF THE LIVING / A POEM FOR SOMEONE AND NO ONE
Find your way
Back to our people
And you’ll find your way
Back to me
I imagine you not saying—
Not your truth
Much as I wish
It could be
Back to our people
And you’ll find your way
Back to me
I imagine you not saying—
Not your truth
Much as I wish
It could be
#sadness
#grief
#rhyming #ghosts
#rhyming #ghosts
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too much too much
I long to be numb
Where's the off button?
Can't turn down the voices
Or tune out the sensations of living
Rough, soft, fuzzy, flat, smooth
All I want to cut off my skin
It's all too much for me
The fantasy of feeling nothing
Goes deeper than just not wanting emotions
I don't want to be hungry, thirsty
So tired of being overwhelmed by sounds
The world is too much all of the time
And then there's the horror of silence
There's no escape of this maze of existence
You do or you don't exist in this world
But I...
Where's the off button?
Can't turn down the voices
Or tune out the sensations of living
Rough, soft, fuzzy, flat, smooth
All I want to cut off my skin
It's all too much for me
The fantasy of feeling nothing
Goes deeper than just not wanting emotions
I don't want to be hungry, thirsty
So tired of being overwhelmed by sounds
The world is too much all of the time
And then there's the horror of silence
There's no escape of this maze of existence
You do or you don't exist in this world
But I...
#ghosts
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost #morality
#FeelingLost #morality
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Blue Jean Sea
Wondering if you’ll hold
A breathing note you can fold
Stuff in your Blue Jean Sea
With deep pockets and frayed edges
Of white trickling foam
Weep and seep your salt into me
Whitecap crests like hands
To heavy to touch a beach sun
Fingertip tides so high
Raise me into your water palm
From miles of haunted shoreline
Erase my sunken footsteps
My black hair will be your keratin cape
Cloaking each drowned living memory
My soaked lungs will help you breathe
A sigh of relief in each denim wave
...
A breathing note you can fold
Stuff in your Blue Jean Sea
With deep pockets and frayed edges
Of white trickling foam
Weep and seep your salt into me
Whitecap crests like hands
To heavy to touch a beach sun
Fingertip tides so high
Raise me into your water palm
From miles of haunted shoreline
Erase my sunken footsteps
My black hair will be your keratin cape
Cloaking each drowned living memory
My soaked lungs will help you breathe
A sigh of relief in each denim wave
...
#sea
#ghosts
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Haunted By Myself
No one misses me, /
I am but a lonely ghost, /
haunted by myself.
I am but a lonely ghost, /
haunted by myself.
#depression
#loneliness
#ghosts
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LOST
One early misty morning
Down a lonely country walk
I nearly came face, to face
With a slightly crazed looking
Young bullock
I took flight over a fence
And climbed part way up
A small tree
Clinging on for dear life
Watching
As the bullock
First kicked up some earth
Then roared, and bellowed madly
Whilst rearing up
But thankfully
Charged away from me
And after a short while
It's bellows were lost in the distance
I took heart
And nervously clamboured down
From my perch up the tree
The mist ...
Down a lonely country walk
I nearly came face, to face
With a slightly crazed looking
Young bullock
I took flight over a fence
And climbed part way up
A small tree
Clinging on for dear life
Watching
As the bullock
First kicked up some earth
Then roared, and bellowed madly
Whilst rearing up
But thankfully
Charged away from me
And after a short while
It's bellows were lost in the distance
I took heart
And nervously clamboured down
From my perch up the tree
The mist ...
#dreams
#death
#ghosts
#fear
#horror
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A call to the night
Come unto me, you creatures of the night.
May the sparks of passion ignite.
To burn bright once more,
The light you had lost before.
Come unto me, you who are born of the dark.
May this journey you embark.
Bring peace, joy, and tomorrow.
That our children do not know sorrow.
Come unto me, you who live in the shadows.
Cast aside tonight, your woes.
And give us your embrace,
And dance to the drummer's pace.
May the sparks of passion ignite.
To burn bright once more,
The light you had lost before.
Come unto me, you who are born of the dark.
May this journey you embark.
Bring peace, joy, and tomorrow.
That our children do not know sorrow.
Come unto me, you who live in the shadows.
Cast aside tonight, your woes.
And give us your embrace,
And dance to the drummer's pace.
#monsters
#vampires
#ghosts #werewolves
#ghosts #werewolves
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