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.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 3:10am
8th Sep 2024 3:10am
SECRETS OF THE MOON
Have you ever wondered as you look up at the vision of the moon, and become drawn to it in so many ways, upon layers of the very deepness that quietly circles it's aura of space and time 🌌 For sure there is a very interesting story, about the deepness of the moon 🌙 that has been known, to transform the deepness of your own depth of imagination and your very thoughts. For sure it's said that the moon, can casts shadow images of different, shapes in your mind. Having you to believe that what you see 👁️ 👁️ is only a illusion? 🤔 Just like the...
#fairies
#ghosts
#monsters
#werewolves
#witches
52 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 6:14pm
7th Sep 2024 6:14pm
Jamesian
I first read MR James
back when I was devouring
the great horror writers,
and fell in love with woods
and groves and old Victorian houses.
The buried witchcraft dolls
and monsters out of Kings
and Chronicles were somehow balm to me.
Suggestive as they are of more vibrant,
stranger, and better roaming spots than these.
back when I was devouring
the great horror writers,
and fell in love with woods
and groves and old Victorian houses.
The buried witchcraft dolls
and monsters out of Kings
and Chronicles were somehow balm to me.
Suggestive as they are of more vibrant,
stranger, and better roaming spots than these.
#ghosts
41 reads
6 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 4:34am
7th Sep 2024 4:34am
Lost Kings and Skeletal Crowns
In halls where time doth cease to tread
Where stone and silence keep the dead
A throne room sits in shadow’s keep
Where ancient kings eternal sleep
Their crowns of rust, their robes of dust
Long turned to ash, long broke in trust
They sit on thrones of crumbled might
Enshrouded deep in endless night
The air hangs thick with death’s cold breath
A realm untouched by life or death
No whisper stirs, no flicker’s glow
Just dark that swallows all below
The chandeliers,...
Where stone and silence keep the dead
A throne room sits in shadow’s keep
Where ancient kings eternal sleep
Their crowns of rust, their robes of dust
Long turned to ash, long broke in trust
They sit on thrones of crumbled might
Enshrouded deep in endless night
The air hangs thick with death’s cold breath
A realm untouched by life or death
No whisper stirs, no flicker’s glow
Just dark that swallows all below
The chandeliers,...
#dark
#ghosts
#mythology
#rhyming
#shadows
47 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 5:07pm
6th Sep 2024 5:07pm
Diabolical Oculus
They walk behind with stolen tread
A mirror’s shade of pallid dread
No breath to speak, no eye to see
Yet mock the soul in mockery
They stalk the steps where shadows creep
And haunt the corners dark and deep
With hollow eyes and voiceless call
They mimic life, yet not at all
By Babylon's rivers, dark and wide
They steal the visions prophets cried
Like Jeremiah’s weeping scroll
They haunt the pathways of the soul
They carry words like whispers thin
With hints of wrath and hidden sin
Each gesture wrong, each smile askew...
A mirror’s shade of pallid dread
No breath to speak, no eye to see
Yet mock the soul in mockery
They stalk the steps where shadows creep
And haunt the corners dark and deep
With hollow eyes and voiceless call
They mimic life, yet not at all
By Babylon's rivers, dark and wide
They steal the visions prophets cried
Like Jeremiah’s weeping scroll
They haunt the pathways of the soul
They carry words like whispers thin
With hints of wrath and hidden sin
Each gesture wrong, each smile askew...
#dark
#ghosts
#gothic
#rhyming
#symbolism
34 reads
1 Comment
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
5th Sep 2024 6:58pm
5th Sep 2024 6:58pm
The Ink I Bleed
Eyes closed, adrift in a dystopian delusion
flailing in the quicksand of someone
else’s hourglass, sinking only to be turned
around again and drowned
Who swings the pendulum, can I not
choose my own reality as I press my
legs against the glass, if it breaks am I
cut into a million stars, or am I left
whole, carrying the scars of a universe
Perhaps the universe as we know it is
merely a glitter globe sitting on the desk
of a man dreaming about drowning, all of
us have hourglasses to shatter or die
Having...
flailing in the quicksand of someone
else’s hourglass, sinking only to be turned
around again and drowned
Who swings the pendulum, can I not
choose my own reality as I press my
legs against the glass, if it breaks am I
cut into a million stars, or am I left
whole, carrying the scars of a universe
Perhaps the universe as we know it is
merely a glitter globe sitting on the desk
of a man dreaming about drowning, all of
us have hourglasses to shatter or die
Having...
#emptiness
#ghosts
#regret #TimeHeals
#regret #TimeHeals
17 reads
8 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
4th Sep 2024 2:43pm
4th Sep 2024 2:43pm
Fog In The Cradle
Anatomy of the fog in the cradle
like a whisper of a broken heart
on taffeta, the shadow lay
now just a cured hide
with a cloak of the macabre
the penis of one eye
a narcotic in the archives
colic for the baby's cry
anatomy of the fog in the cradle
like a whisper of a broken heart
on taffeta, the shadow lay
now just a cured hide
with a cloak of the macabre
the penis of one eye
a narcotic in the archives
colic for the baby's cry
anatomy of the fog in the cradle
#dark
#erotic
#ghosts
106 reads
5 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2024 11:14am
3rd Sep 2024 11:14am
The One Possible Ghostly Encounter
I came in out of
the rain and saw this chick with
some drape on her. But
when I pulled it off, that chick
disappeared before my eyes.
the rain and saw this chick with
some drape on her. But
when I pulled it off, that chick
disappeared before my eyes.
#dialogue
#fiction
#ghosts
#sensual
#tanka
52 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 5:23am
2nd Sep 2024 5:23am
Nightmares
Dread under twilight lamentations
Come give dreamless sanitation
The grinding of the nocturnal arcane
Screams of the mad and insane
Through wastelands wandering astray
Dark animus that won't wither away
Siren song of the sleepless perverse
Cruel sovereigns or the sanctified inverse?
Dying works of demigods alone
Coffin tipped spilling bone
Skulls smiling in moonlight's gleam
Is this some twisted dream?
Brimstone and damnation aflame
Umbral...
Come give dreamless sanitation
The grinding of the nocturnal arcane
Screams of the mad and insane
Through wastelands wandering astray
Dark animus that won't wither away
Siren song of the sleepless perverse
Cruel sovereigns or the sanctified inverse?
Dying works of demigods alone
Coffin tipped spilling bone
Skulls smiling in moonlight's gleam
Is this some twisted dream?
Brimstone and damnation aflame
Umbral...
#dark
#fate
#ghosts
#nightmares
#shadows
38 reads
0 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 6:00pm
1st Sep 2024 6:00pm
Inkwell of Insanity - with "Adagio"
When writing macabre, one must become
their ghost waiting in escrow avoiding the sun
tides of ice freezing the albacore of their mind
with an inkwell full of insanity's oats
"God Rest You, Merry Gentlemen." The quill
is quicker than your aye.
Amidst the mirth of the intruders
living in the place I once called home,
now, all that’s left is my soul quietly festering
in the cracks of my walls
listening to the incompetent souls
pretending their eventuality is on hold.
their ghost waiting in escrow avoiding the sun
tides of ice freezing the albacore of their mind
with an inkwell full of insanity's oats
"God Rest You, Merry Gentlemen." The quill
is quicker than your aye.
Amidst the mirth of the intruders
living in the place I once called home,
now, all that’s left is my soul quietly festering
in the cracks of my walls
listening to the incompetent souls
pretending their eventuality is on hold.
#collaboration
#dark
#ghosts
66 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 6:36pm
22nd Aug 2024 6:36pm
The Boy in the Woods
I lived with my father in a huntsman's cottage in the woods that local children called haunted, and which attended upon me an atmosphere that I hardly deserved. On warm days my father would let me take the horse through the woods and across the eleven miles to school, on wet days I'm surprised I didn't drown several times in the muddy bog engendered by the rains.
The woods were considered haunted because 70 years prior a huntsman had hung himself from an old oak, and some years later a woman died nearby, her face supposedly held in a wide-eyed rictus of terror. This was the literal...
The woods were considered haunted because 70 years prior a huntsman had hung himself from an old oak, and some years later a woman died nearby, her face supposedly held in a wide-eyed rictus of terror. This was the literal...
#ghosts
#historical
#religion #ShortStory
#religion #ShortStory
74 reads
3 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
21st Aug 2024 12:07pm
21st Aug 2024 12:07pm
Mother Mag
There once lived a woman in an opulent estate
No amount of wealth could spare her this fate
Her name was Mag, who bore a beautiful daughter
Nothing could prepare them for the unsightly slaughter
For she was a witch, and with such practices forbidden
Nothing but burning could see her forgiven
The daughter, blameless, Mag’s spawn nonetheless
I can still see the way the flames danced up her dress
Then, after church, the mayor returned to the pyre ...
No amount of wealth could spare her this fate
Her name was Mag, who bore a beautiful daughter
Nothing could prepare them for the unsightly slaughter
For she was a witch, and with such practices forbidden
Nothing but burning could see her forgiven
The daughter, blameless, Mag’s spawn nonetheless
I can still see the way the flames danced up her dress
Then, after church, the mayor returned to the pyre ...
#ghosts
#murder
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
86 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 6:35pm
19th Aug 2024 6:35pm
The Shadow Game
In the velvet mansion a crime took place.
Who killed who, no one understood.
The detective, a puppet without ideas,
lost in clues and vain epics.
The butler with satin gloves
hid the poison in the garden.
The lady, with a look of mystery,
kept the secret in her reliquary.
Without clues or direction,
He followed the steps but only saw smoke.
Each suspect has a piece on the board,
But he, a pedestrian, without knowing the script.
In the living room the clock stopped.
Time, an accomplice, hid the crime.
and...
Who killed who, no one understood.
The detective, a puppet without ideas,
lost in clues and vain epics.
The butler with satin gloves
hid the poison in the garden.
The lady, with a look of mystery,
kept the secret in her reliquary.
Without clues or direction,
He followed the steps but only saw smoke.
Each suspect has a piece on the board,
But he, a pedestrian, without knowing the script.
In the living room the clock stopped.
Time, an accomplice, hid the crime.
and...
#anger
#ghosts
#mirror
#murder
#prison
62 reads
4 Comments
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