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.
ThroughTheVeil
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:02am
Yesterday 3:02am
First Flight
I'd like to float so far away.
Dream of worlds I've never seen.
Free from pain.
Free from toment.
Free from the flesh.
Free to follow nothing.
I'm sick of pushing.
Sick of running.
Sick of planning.
Sick of fighting.
To surrender to the clouds,
and seperate the body from the soul.
Oh, to dream, to drift, to fly.
If only I could never wake.
My soul yearns for a far off land.
The mind shall ascend and go far beyond.
I'll shed this skin and spread my wings.
I wish for this world better...
Dream of worlds I've never seen.
Free from pain.
Free from toment.
Free from the flesh.
Free to follow nothing.
I'm sick of pushing.
Sick of running.
Sick of planning.
Sick of fighting.
To surrender to the clouds,
and seperate the body from the soul.
Oh, to dream, to drift, to fly.
If only I could never wake.
My soul yearns for a far off land.
The mind shall ascend and go far beyond.
I'll shed this skin and spread my wings.
I wish for this world better...
#forgiveness
#death
#angels
#rebirth
#ghosts
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adagio
Poem Published
12th Apr 2021 5:33pm
12th Apr 2021 5:33pm
Scented Mahogany
She sifts between
banister and stairs
in nudity she wears
a long grey coat
like cataracts over a fall
in shadows of my mind
across the mahogany
scented with her breath
banister and stairs
in nudity she wears
a long grey coat
like cataracts over a fall
in shadows of my mind
across the mahogany
scented with her breath
#love
#erotic
#ghosts #memories
#ghosts #memories
68 reads
2 Comments
Yellow_Oracle
Bumped 11th Apr 2021 6:36pm
30th Mar 2021 11:08pm
30th Mar 2021 11:08pm
Spiritual Changes
Speaking with spirits.
Constantly searching for more.
Question our life path.
Knowing the veil is thinning.
Our souls are all connected.
Constantly searching for more.
Question our life path.
Knowing the veil is thinning.
Our souls are all connected.
#spiritual
#ghosts
#TruthOfLife
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
67 reads
17 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 3:13pm
11th Apr 2021 3:13pm
The Summer Guests
If you stand in the garden on a summer afternoon,
she’s there. Always still,
in a dress like a scrap of ephemera,
white and silken, spider-webs,
woven by Arachne to cover her servant’s nakedness.
On the wrought-iron table would be lemonade and biscuits,
a smartphone left in the dying sun,
tossed there by a hand impatient to be done
with daily connectivity. The timeless quality
of love is what our summer ghosts have taught,
she in her Grecian spider-web and he,
a dapper-suited man emerging always from the path
that winds between...
she’s there. Always still,
in a dress like a scrap of ephemera,
white and silken, spider-webs,
woven by Arachne to cover her servant’s nakedness.
On the wrought-iron table would be lemonade and biscuits,
a smartphone left in the dying sun,
tossed there by a hand impatient to be done
with daily connectivity. The timeless quality
of love is what our summer ghosts have taught,
she in her Grecian spider-web and he,
a dapper-suited man emerging always from the path
that winds between...
#ghosts
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BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 8:21am
9th Apr 2021 8:21am
Crystals On Crypt Walls
Sometimes I close my eyes
And I'm home once more
At least in those moments
Where it felt that way
Different rooms, different families
So many different versions of me
I'm still learning to hold home;
The abstract concept that it is
A willing captive in this body
But every time I close my eyes
I'm hit with the wave of homesickness
Of the many homes I've once shared
There's so much that I miss this moment
So many people no longer here
Houses no longer standing
Towns no longer worth visiting
My mind is a crypt of...
And I'm home once more
At least in those moments
Where it felt that way
Different rooms, different families
So many different versions of me
I'm still learning to hold home;
The abstract concept that it is
A willing captive in this body
But every time I close my eyes
I'm hit with the wave of homesickness
Of the many homes I've once shared
There's so much that I miss this moment
So many people no longer here
Houses no longer standing
Towns no longer worth visiting
My mind is a crypt of...
#strength
#dreams
#ghosts
#learning
#healing
39 reads
5 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 3:20am
9th Apr 2021 3:20am
LOOKING AT SHAPES IN CLOUDS
as seen from your back
on the field of rough grass and
flowers that tickle as the world
gets a little bit warmer:
two tellers of stories
meet in the ether
turn into the subjects of
each other’s art form
anything but crushed
by the weight of the sky
hands drawing the shape
of yielding hands
ghosts caught in suspension
whispered over the earth
by a voice so far away
it cannot be heard
on the field of rough grass and
flowers that tickle as the world
gets a little bit warmer:
two tellers of stories
meet in the ether
turn into the subjects of
each other’s art form
anything but crushed
by the weight of the sky
hands drawing the shape
of yielding hands
ghosts caught in suspension
whispered over the earth
by a voice so far away
it cannot be heard
#sky
#clouds
#God
#ghosts
#NaPoWriMo2021
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4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
7th Apr 2021 6:32pm
7th Apr 2021 6:32pm
Insomnia's Twilight
In uncharted darkness
of my mind's demons
and insomnia's twilight
dripping...
through a veil of osmosis
of ghostly translucent
withering in the maze
screaming...
the origin of the species
adrift in my cup
hanging by a string
steeping...
with varicose veins
of tentacles grasping
inking the night
squeezing...
of my mind's demons
and insomnia's twilight
dripping...
through a veil of osmosis
of ghostly translucent
withering in the maze
screaming...
the origin of the species
adrift in my cup
hanging by a string
steeping...
with varicose veins
of tentacles grasping
inking the night
squeezing...
#ghosts
#philosophical
#curse
48 reads
4 Comments
Deepblue
Lexi M
Lexi M
Poem Published
26th Mar 2021 2:48pm
26th Mar 2021 2:48pm
In Silence you Fell
Half of the world, has turned all it's lights on.
Half of the world has no idea.
The lights shown upwards viewing your fall.
Did you fall from heaven?
Or are you an illusion of time and space?
In silence you fell.
In silence you stay.
Don't push me away.
There's nothing wrong with silence and space.
Wake up... stay with me.
Don't leave.
Half of the world has no idea.
The lights shown upwards viewing your fall.
Did you fall from heaven?
Or are you an illusion of time and space?
In silence you fell.
In silence you stay.
Don't push me away.
There's nothing wrong with silence and space.
Wake up... stay with me.
Don't leave.
#angels
#ghosts
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2 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
26th Mar 2021 7:25am
26th Mar 2021 7:25am
To the ghost living rent free in my heart
Hey, I love you
A love that's a ghost
Haunting the castle of my heart
How ghastly it is to have an undead thing
Live rent free inside your chest
But hey, I told you once Id never forget
And look at me now wishing that I could
Planning a wedding and then at night
I see those eyes on the inside of my eyelids
Halloween horror in the middle of March
Poe called and he wants his storyline back
There's no room for you in this space
It's dead yet alive and beating
Like a heart under the floorboards
Leaving clawmarks on the walls...
A love that's a ghost
Haunting the castle of my heart
How ghastly it is to have an undead thing
Live rent free inside your chest
But hey, I told you once Id never forget
And look at me now wishing that I could
Planning a wedding and then at night
I see those eyes on the inside of my eyelids
Halloween horror in the middle of March
Poe called and he wants his storyline back
There's no room for you in this space
It's dead yet alive and beating
Like a heart under the floorboards
Leaving clawmarks on the walls...
#happiness
#sun
#faith
#ghosts
#FallingInLove
52 reads
7 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
26th Mar 2021 2:50am
26th Mar 2021 2:50am
Empty handed
Standing before the gates of the end
Blue hair swaying in the silent wind
The blue glass gems moving along with it
The air softly touching her back and sides
Leggings barely providing any resistance to it
She'd been just walking to the mailbox
How easy life can come to the end
No cuts or scraps, just a brushing of bruising
Who knew how fast one could bleed out
Without ever spilling a drop of blood
And now she's staring at the gates to the afterlife
She used to joke about dressing in case you become a ghost
Tie dye crop top, black...
Blue hair swaying in the silent wind
The blue glass gems moving along with it
The air softly touching her back and sides
Leggings barely providing any resistance to it
She'd been just walking to the mailbox
How easy life can come to the end
No cuts or scraps, just a brushing of bruising
Who knew how fast one could bleed out
Without ever spilling a drop of blood
And now she's staring at the gates to the afterlife
She used to joke about dressing in case you become a ghost
Tie dye crop top, black...
#universe
#ghosts
#mythology
#travel
#nightmares
43 reads
4 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
15th Mar 2021 10:14am
15th Mar 2021 10:14am
Young Earth versus Old Earth
Young Earth Creationists claim that death came as a result of sin - man's sin.
According to this view, everything was "good..very good"(Genesis 1.10,12,18,21,25 and 31) up until sin came into the world.
But the Old Earth view is that physical death preceded sin.
It was spiritual death that came with sin.
We're talking 2 totally different types of death here !!
It seems to me that the YEC view is UNTENABLE based on the hypothetical situation where man didn't sin.
Imagine that Adam and Eve didn't eat the forbidden fruit.
According to this...
According to this view, everything was "good..very good"(Genesis 1.10,12,18,21,25 and 31) up until sin came into the world.
But the Old Earth view is that physical death preceded sin.
It was spiritual death that came with sin.
We're talking 2 totally different types of death here !!
It seems to me that the YEC view is UNTENABLE based on the hypothetical situation where man didn't sin.
Imagine that Adam and Eve didn't eat the forbidden fruit.
According to this...
#angels
#ghosts
#witches
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
14th Mar 2021 12:42pm
14th Mar 2021 12:42pm
fleeting.
They come and they go
leaving indelible marks
deep upon my soul
leaving indelible marks
deep upon my soul
#kindness
#friendship
#ghosts
#learning
#senryu
120 reads
26 Comments
DU Poetry : Ghost Poems
