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.
Adelphina
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:10am
Yesterday 2:10am
Haunted Prayer
my shared presence
without pretense
for the living and dead
Intertwined never buried
feel my cold silk
robe of words
gliding across
your awakened skin
resurrecting each
hushed syllable
flowing forth with
each whispered step
toward a plummeting
candle lit hallway
made of memories
reaching for me
In the sway of the flame
and I feel the moment
of surrender
of poetry
of my haunted prayer
without pretense
for the living and dead
Intertwined never buried
feel my cold silk
robe of words
gliding across
your awakened skin
resurrecting each
hushed syllable
flowing forth with
each whispered step
toward a plummeting
candle lit hallway
made of memories
reaching for me
In the sway of the flame
and I feel the moment
of surrender
of poetry
of my haunted prayer
#ghosts
#WritingPoetry
57 reads
16 Comments
Haunted_Lunacy
Poem Published
18th Jan 2022 6:07am
18th Jan 2022 6:07am
Digital Ghost
Screen anxiety, /
your digital ghost haunts me, /
log off and save me.
your digital ghost haunts me, /
log off and save me.
#anxiety
#haiku
#ghosts
#IMissYou
#fear
27 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
14th Jan 2022 11:03am
14th Jan 2022 11:03am
big rats in cobenhagen
Big rats in Copenhagen
The biggest supermarket in the world tons of wasted food
rats grew so big they couldn’t live in sewers but nestled
in the tall grass or built tunnels.
Something had to be done, rats didn’t hesitate to attack
toddlers in a pram; cats stayed at home sleeping
on the sofa, knowing they were no match against this enemy.
In this world of spoilt consumers, a banana had to be bright yellow
not a speck of marks on the fruit, lettuces had to look harvested
an hour ago, and the onion had to look new.
What to do with this...
The biggest supermarket in the world tons of wasted food
rats grew so big they couldn’t live in sewers but nestled
in the tall grass or built tunnels.
Something had to be done, rats didn’t hesitate to attack
toddlers in a pram; cats stayed at home sleeping
on the sofa, knowing they were no match against this enemy.
In this world of spoilt consumers, a banana had to be bright yellow
not a speck of marks on the fruit, lettuces had to look harvested
an hour ago, and the onion had to look new.
What to do with this...
#monsters
#ghosts
#werewolves #zombies
#werewolves #zombies
19 reads
0 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
10th Jan 2022 9:02pm
10th Jan 2022 9:02pm
I Want My Teddy
#dark
#ghosts
48 reads
8 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
9th Jan 2022 10:28pm
9th Jan 2022 10:28pm
Mewstone
Great Mewstone
Did the rock
evade the danger
of her twenties,
the way I did,
solidify in quiet,
become set,
rise from an ungodly wave,
legs retracted to
parched yellow shores,
shoulders carved
as lacerated Tors,
fingers commanding,
part bent trees?
Does she read
dried out veins
flooded with rain,
the Gough map,
the echoing of ghosts
who still live in their homes,
collect starfish,
stare out at the bay?
Does she call for Joan
to touch fingers again
instead allow...
Did the rock
evade the danger
of her twenties,
the way I did,
solidify in quiet,
become set,
rise from an ungodly wave,
legs retracted to
parched yellow shores,
shoulders carved
as lacerated Tors,
fingers commanding,
part bent trees?
Does she read
dried out veins
flooded with rain,
the Gough map,
the echoing of ghosts
who still live in their homes,
collect starfish,
stare out at the bay?
Does she call for Joan
to touch fingers again
instead allow...
#dreams
#nature
#ghosts
45 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Jan 2022 3:52am
6th Jan 2022 3:52am
Potala Blues
Potala Blues
Lhasa roars like a lion in the night
Only to breathe the fire of a dragon
When conch shells are blown
To sing the snowflakes
Into tuning fork lattices of desolation
That awaken the ghosts of the Potala
Who rise into vaporous beings of light
When the museum whispers to lost sutras
Of a chorus of dharma drums
In a séance of tears
Lhasa roars like a lion in the night
Only to breathe the fire of a dragon
When conch shells are blown
To sing the snowflakes
Into tuning fork lattices of desolation
That awaken the ghosts of the Potala
Who rise into vaporous beings of light
When the museum whispers to lost sutras
Of a chorus of dharma drums
In a séance of tears
#mountains
#Buddhist
#ghosts #historical
#ghosts #historical
23 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2022 2:53pm
2nd Jan 2022 2:53pm
Haunting
As ghosts haunt
in antebellum stones
from the other side
with flooded eyes
and broken bones
amnesia sleeps
beneath the vaunt
in antebellum stones
from the other side
with flooded eyes
and broken bones
amnesia sleeps
beneath the vaunt
#ghosts
110 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
31st Dec 2021 9:15am
31st Dec 2021 9:15am
earthlings
A message to earthlings
Earthlings, we gave you a planet and you fouled it.
We had high hope for you since you can reason and show empathy
but you were overtaken by the sin of greed and arrogance.
You have exploited the home we gave you
you had no respect for animals, you let them down and eradicated
the Tasmanian tigers to take an example, we find it hard to forgive.
We have released a plague upon you, to teach you a lesson, we wish not
to eliminate mankind as you will do that yourself.
Some of you may go to Mars but your thwarted...
Earthlings, we gave you a planet and you fouled it.
We had high hope for you since you can reason and show empathy
but you were overtaken by the sin of greed and arrogance.
You have exploited the home we gave you
you had no respect for animals, you let them down and eradicated
the Tasmanian tigers to take an example, we find it hard to forgive.
We have released a plague upon you, to teach you a lesson, we wish not
to eliminate mankind as you will do that yourself.
Some of you may go to Mars but your thwarted...
#monsters
#ghosts
#fairies
#aliens
#mermaids
80 reads
3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
29th Dec 2021 2:00pm
29th Dec 2021 2:00pm
serious
Serious now
A man
Knocked on my door
He was
Collecting
Laughter.
Mournful
He was when leaving
Without a smile
On his face.
A man
Knocked on my door
He was
Collecting
Laughter.
Mournful
He was when leaving
Without a smile
On his face.
#monsters
#ghosts
#aliens
#werewolves
#mermaids
38 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 00:52am
22nd Dec 2021 00:52am
shades
I could swear the compartment was empty apart from myself when it pulled out of the station.
half of the carriage was in shadow, the other half in sunlight. I blinked once or twice.
“don’t take fright,” said a voice from the shade, “you’re not seeing things that aren’t there.”
I could swear the compartment was empty apart from myself when it pulled out of the station.
I didn’t see things that aren’t there, but things that are, and of which maybe one should beware.
half of the carriage was in shadow, the other half in sunlight. I blinked once or twice.
“don’t take fright,” said a voice from the shade, “you’re not seeing things that aren’t there.”
I could swear the compartment was empty apart from myself when it pulled out of the station.
I didn’t see things that aren’t there, but things that are, and of which maybe one should beware.
#ghosts
53 reads
3 Comments
Xaphan
Poem Published
20th Dec 2021 1:00pm
20th Dec 2021 1:00pm
Bleak Winter's Day
There's a desolate grey gloom, on this bleak winter's day
Where in the breathless oppression, there's no other way
Through the withering woods, without snow, rain, or hail
But as lifeless as death itself, with its lost souls, in a veil
It's immovable, but creeping, it's the shroud of the dead
Obscuring the empyrean, with the amorphous, instead
It's icy cold (if not bitter) and in the trees, it's concealed
And on a bleak winter's day, it has an old power to wield
On a path in the woods, amid hues, of brown and green
Are silhouettes and...
Where in the breathless oppression, there's no other way
Through the withering woods, without snow, rain, or hail
But as lifeless as death itself, with its lost souls, in a veil
It's immovable, but creeping, it's the shroud of the dead
Obscuring the empyrean, with the amorphous, instead
It's icy cold (if not bitter) and in the trees, it's concealed
And on a bleak winter's day, it has an old power to wield
On a path in the woods, amid hues, of brown and green
Are silhouettes and...
#anxiety
#dark
#winter
#nature
#ghosts
71 reads
runningturtle87
Poem Published
11th Dec 2021 12:19pm
11th Dec 2021 12:19pm
The Horizon
The Horizon
What's on
the horizon?
The curve
of the earth.
The end
of our line
of sight.
The limit
of awareness.
The last shred
of our seeming stability.
The beginning
of questions.
The enormity
of resilience.
The framework
of passion.
The distance
we can go
until where we are now
drops out
of view.
The horizon
is as far
as we can go
and have tangible proof
of who
we used...
What's on
the horizon?
The curve
of the earth.
The end
of our line
of sight.
The limit
of awareness.
The last shred
of our seeming stability.
The beginning
of questions.
The enormity
of resilience.
The framework
of passion.
The distance
we can go
until where we are now
drops out
of view.
The horizon
is as far
as we can go
and have tangible proof
of who
we used...
#ghosts
102 reads
2 Comments
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