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.
slipalong
Poem Published
Today 3:38am
Today 3:38am
The pale ones
The pale ones
A shrouded moon, glows in clouds that flit
the crow upon the headstone sits
steps that see no imprint left
the oneself, not quite departed yet
The ship that sadly drifts alone
driven just by spirit winds
the fading credits of a film
a melody without a tune, the echoed will postponed
Uncertain flickering of quick
grey charcoal sketch, that walks as life
a vision conjured from the cloak
the abracadabra of mishaps, in flight
cold breeze of disembodiment
transient door, between, not quite closed ...
A shrouded moon, glows in clouds that flit
the crow upon the headstone sits
steps that see no imprint left
the oneself, not quite departed yet
The ship that sadly drifts alone
driven just by spirit winds
the fading credits of a film
a melody without a tune, the echoed will postponed
Uncertain flickering of quick
grey charcoal sketch, that walks as life
a vision conjured from the cloak
the abracadabra of mishaps, in flight
cold breeze of disembodiment
transient door, between, not quite closed ...
#ghosts
7 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
30th Jul 2021 00:19am
30th Jul 2021 00:19am
a victorian woman murdered by her husband
of course ghosts just exist in your head, there's nowhere else quite as frightening," she said
#ghosts
19 reads
3 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
24th Jul 2021 4:10am
24th Jul 2021 4:10am
A Ghost Called Love
Where is the heart
if not within, to wherefore
leads our past wherein
a clock which chimes tells not
the hour lest we but listen;
our fruit grow sour.
We can't know, can't see but yet
it holds true what we beget
from each ghost we need so much
and heretofore we speak as such.
What mystery and fluid form
should give such life
and ourselves warm
if not for less and all for more
unto which we give no harm.
I loved her as I love you;
ne'er a fact did ring so true --
If you be gone than so...
if not within, to wherefore
leads our past wherein
a clock which chimes tells not
the hour lest we but listen;
our fruit grow sour.
We can't know, can't see but yet
it holds true what we beget
from each ghost we need so much
and heretofore we speak as such.
What mystery and fluid form
should give such life
and ourselves warm
if not for less and all for more
unto which we give no harm.
I loved her as I love you;
ne'er a fact did ring so true --
If you be gone than so...
#love
#ghosts
#WHAuden
35 reads
8 Comments
paperstains
Poem Published
18th Jul 2021 9:20am
18th Jul 2021 9:20am
Ghost Writing
It will go unanswered
but hit send anyway
like every day since
your silence began
Wonder if your plan
has been cancelled
curious about the day
a reply may come
from another someone
assigned your number
Of course, I know what you'd say
to my silly rhetorical
the fun always in asking anyway
"2 am is a good time to make blueberry muffins, right?"
I'll never stop missing you
and your enthusiastic yeses
but hit send anyway
like every day since
your silence began
Wonder if your plan
has been cancelled
curious about the day
a reply may come
from another someone
assigned your number
Of course, I know what you'd say
to my silly rhetorical
the fun always in asking anyway
"2 am is a good time to make blueberry muffins, right?"
I'll never stop missing you
and your enthusiastic yeses
#grief
#ghosts
#memories
37 reads
10 Comments
Dreamboy
Poem Published
15th Jul 2021 2:19am
15th Jul 2021 2:19am
worst is over
The way that the waves
were crashing around us,
You said you promised,
you said that you wouldn’t.
I felt I could trust you then
but now
I couldn’t.
I felt something special there
but if I had to guess
I’d say
That there’s nothing left,
the ocean took it.
Hand to mouth
to feed these moments
Hand to your blind faith,
to lift your spirits.
Worry less
and
enjoy the motions
Abstract pain never boils over
The dark can stay
in the furthest corner
The worst is over,
the worst...
were crashing around us,
You said you promised,
you said that you wouldn’t.
I felt I could trust you then
but now
I couldn’t.
I felt something special there
but if I had to guess
I’d say
That there’s nothing left,
the ocean took it.
Hand to mouth
to feed these moments
Hand to your blind faith,
to lift your spirits.
Worry less
and
enjoy the motions
Abstract pain never boils over
The dark can stay
in the furthest corner
The worst is over,
the worst...
#ghosts
#TimeHeals
#redemption
31 reads
3 Comments
Calamityofgin
Poem Published
14th Jul 2021 4:15pm
14th Jul 2021 4:15pm
King
He buried the blood in the window pane
Living an unclear existence with the restlessness of shedding skin
The flake and fall uncovering a bluish blemish
A pile building
Setting him deeper
Kept in pacing domain
The threads of shoddy carpet
Worn deeper
And nothing to do
On a Sunday afternoon
A deep urge for idle chit chat had set in
The corners of his mouth
Affixed a grimace
Refusing exposure its trespass
Should the window break ..
a heart might beat again
And peel the tape away...
Living an unclear existence with the restlessness of shedding skin
The flake and fall uncovering a bluish blemish
A pile building
Setting him deeper
Kept in pacing domain
The threads of shoddy carpet
Worn deeper
And nothing to do
On a Sunday afternoon
A deep urge for idle chit chat had set in
The corners of his mouth
Affixed a grimace
Refusing exposure its trespass
Should the window break ..
a heart might beat again
And peel the tape away...
#ghosts
25 reads
1 Comment
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Bumped 14th Jul 2021 10:54am
19th Nov 2020 9:09pm
19th Nov 2020 9:09pm
Dancing with the dead
Victorian piano plays
We waltz across the ballroom
Lost in each other's eyes
The music slows and distorts
We lose our step
We're lost in time
The crowd disappears
Or were they ever there
I try to hold you close
But I'm losing touch
Your skin is cold
And slowly fades
The music slows
And back in time
You fade from view
Of my tear filled eyes
I stand alone
In an empty room
And you're at rest
In your eternal tomb
We waltz across the ballroom
Lost in each other's eyes
The music slows and distorts
We lose our step
We're lost in time
The crowd disappears
Or were they ever there
I try to hold you close
But I'm losing touch
Your skin is cold
And slowly fades
The music slows
And back in time
You fade from view
Of my tear filled eyes
I stand alone
In an empty room
And you're at rest
In your eternal tomb
#sadness
#heartbroken
#ghosts
#despair
#emptiness
164 reads
13 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
14th Jul 2021 6:46am
14th Jul 2021 6:46am
The NUCLEAR Rapture Is A New Interpretation Of The RAPTURE
How is the NUCLEAR Rapture different from the traditional version ??
Well at the traditional Rapture, saved souls go to heaven without dying.
This is on the basis of these words by apostle Paul: "we will not all sleep but we will all be changed.."
But in the NUCLEAR Rapture, we DO die but we still "don't sleep."
For "sleep" can mean to leave a dead body that figuratively "sleeps".
Now in NUCLEAR Rapture, the heat is enuff to turn the body to vapor INSTANTLY.
("The twinkling of an eye").
So if the sleeping corpse is not present, it can be said that it...
Well at the traditional Rapture, saved souls go to heaven without dying.
This is on the basis of these words by apostle Paul: "we will not all sleep but we will all be changed.."
But in the NUCLEAR Rapture, we DO die but we still "don't sleep."
For "sleep" can mean to leave a dead body that figuratively "sleeps".
Now in NUCLEAR Rapture, the heat is enuff to turn the body to vapor INSTANTLY.
("The twinkling of an eye").
So if the sleeping corpse is not present, it can be said that it...
#God
#angels
#ghosts
22 reads
0 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Bumped 8th Jul 2021 9:44pm
31st Oct 2020 2:00pm
31st Oct 2020 2:00pm
I want to go home
I want to go home
Dead air night
And cold whispered dreams
Fill my head with haunted visions
Night after night I roam
From one ghost town to another
Disconnected
No one sees or cares
I'm not welcome in this world
Anymore
Just let me pass
Through that soft realm
I want to go home
Dead air night
And cold whispered dreams
Fill my head with haunted visions
Night after night I roam
From one ghost town to another
Disconnected
No one sees or cares
I'm not welcome in this world
Anymore
Just let me pass
Through that soft realm
I want to go home
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark
#ghosts
#confusion
165 reads
10 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2021 9:59pm
3rd Jul 2021 9:59pm
Spiritwracked
Bodily harm done to solitude;
unruly, you fisted doors
caused commotions
in kitchen cupboards
cluttered the creaking attic floors
And, what uttered, gutteral moans!
Melodramatic, ambiguous insights
concerning thy blood n bones
as if souls possessed
a thing worth learning
from the corporeal
one rents to own
. . . other than perhaps you
possibly sharing DNA
with Ann Coulter
( here, the poet truly
s h u d d e r e d
as he digressed )
but that would at least explain ...
unruly, you fisted doors
caused commotions
in kitchen cupboards
cluttered the creaking attic floors
And, what uttered, gutteral moans!
Melodramatic, ambiguous insights
concerning thy blood n bones
as if souls possessed
a thing worth learning
from the corporeal
one rents to own
. . . other than perhaps you
possibly sharing DNA
with Ann Coulter
( here, the poet truly
s h u d d e r e d
as he digressed )
but that would at least explain ...
#home
#ghosts
41 reads
8 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2021 7:44pm
2nd Jul 2021 7:44pm
Ghost
I'm a ghost,
nowhere to be,
nowhere to go.
I'm a ghost,
have no real job to go to,
in no hurry,
have no boyfriend to love,
so no worries.
I'm just a ghost.
I'm a ghost,
a loner who may have had it a little too rough,
a writer who writes about it being a little too rough.
I'm a ghost.
Don't know much about the outside world,
just know about my inner world.
No one stays for too long.
No one can really...
nowhere to be,
nowhere to go.
I'm a ghost,
have no real job to go to,
in no hurry,
have no boyfriend to love,
so no worries.
I'm just a ghost.
I'm a ghost,
a loner who may have had it a little too rough,
a writer who writes about it being a little too rough.
I'm a ghost.
Don't know much about the outside world,
just know about my inner world.
No one stays for too long.
No one can really...
#ghosts
50 reads
2 Comments
TheSixthUndead
Poem Published
29th Jun 2021 00:11am
29th Jun 2021 00:11am
Unearth
#dark
#monsters
#ghosts
#hell
#zombies
57 reads
1 Comment
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