Poems About Ghosts Seeking Friendly Advice
#ghosts
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 7:49am
18th Feb 2025 7:49am
Faustian City Blues
Faustian City Blues
The neon dancers are framed
In the purple glow of harlequins
In the court of autumn kings
Sitting on barstool thrones
Whose greying crowns
Are the color of pigeons perched on powerlines
Like angels gazing down ruefully
From smoky bourbon eyes
When even ghosts of the Storyville Night
Cry under sheets stained in the salty brine
Of love gone wrong on a Faustian mattress
For the rose of yesteryear
The neon dancers are framed
In the purple glow of harlequins
In the court of autumn kings
Sitting on barstool thrones
Whose greying crowns
Are the color of pigeons perched on powerlines
Like angels gazing down ruefully
From smoky bourbon eyes
When even ghosts of the Storyville Night
Cry under sheets stained in the salty brine
Of love gone wrong on a Faustian mattress
For the rose of yesteryear
#aging
#alcohol
#angels #ghosts
#angels #ghosts
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adagio
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 3:35am
12th Feb 2025 3:35am
Ain't No Sunshine
"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone"
her ghost of ashes turned to stone
haunting refrain in depths farewell
in the twilight where shadows linger
holding secrets on the edge of dreams
with an unfiltered dark symphony
and in whispers she hears her name
"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone"
her ghost of ashes turned to stone
haunting refrain in depths farewell
in the twilight where shadows linger
holding secrets on the edge of dreams
with an unfiltered dark symphony
and in whispers she hears her name
"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone"
#dark
#ghosts
#love
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adagio
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 1:49pm
11th Feb 2025 1:49pm
Clad as a Jester
A hunting whisper of a shadow's echo
"as I walk a mile for a Camel cigarette"
unhinged in these hollowed halls
cloaked in a velvet shroud
clad as Jester
as I wander in insanity's labyrinth
unhinged in madness cradle
listening to the strings of death
tormenting my soul
with a specter of the past
"as I walk a mile for a Camel cigarette"
clad as jester
now a narcistic imbecile
without a clue
"as I walk a mile for a Camel cigarette"
unhinged in these hollowed halls
cloaked in a velvet shroud
clad as Jester
as I wander in insanity's labyrinth
unhinged in madness cradle
listening to the strings of death
tormenting my soul
with a specter of the past
"as I walk a mile for a Camel cigarette"
clad as jester
now a narcistic imbecile
without a clue
#dark
#dreams
#ghosts
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 4:15pm
5th Feb 2025 4:15pm
No Title.
It's so funny how you think you can see me
But I bleed before a crowd
They wade through my blood
Blame it on the flood
I am unseen
As they walk through me
I am a ghost
In the host of dead believers
But I bleed before a crowd
They wade through my blood
Blame it on the flood
I am unseen
As they walk through me
I am a ghost
In the host of dead believers
#emptiness
#ghosts
#ignorance
#rejection
#war
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 00:45am
25th Jan 2025 00:45am
postmortem charades (with Adagio)
with the evidence of charade
touching me post postmortem
lusting with unhinged eyes...
depravity with perils of flesh
naked insanity in grim scenarios...
obsessed
in whispers of autopsy
of dubious consent
paying the piper with my soul
with the incestuous catnip
of the ambiguous blurbs
carnality's potholes
touch me through the veil
scratched and dirty
with your sins
we make clumped earth
our lover's bed bursting with seeds
that will transcend the afterlife
lungs...
touching me post postmortem
lusting with unhinged eyes...
depravity with perils of flesh
naked insanity in grim scenarios...
obsessed
in whispers of autopsy
of dubious consent
paying the piper with my soul
with the incestuous catnip
of the ambiguous blurbs
carnality's potholes
touch me through the veil
scratched and dirty
with your sins
we make clumped earth
our lover's bed bursting with seeds
that will transcend the afterlife
lungs...
#dark
#ghosts
#love #lust
#love #lust
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adagio
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 12:03pm
23rd Jan 2025 12:03pm
Old Wrinkles
Mysteries in arabesque and old wrinkles
of the silence creeping into the grains
in nature's tranquility through cypresses
and monsoons on the Serengeti's veins
listening to echoes of the wildebeest
in caravans along Tanzania...
becoming ghosts
of the silence creeping into the grains
in nature's tranquility through cypresses
and monsoons on the Serengeti's veins
listening to echoes of the wildebeest
in caravans along Tanzania...
becoming ghosts
#ghosts
#nature
#philosophical
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oskar
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 5:13pm
15th Jan 2025 5:13pm
passing years anf Google
Passing years and Google
I wonder how old one has to be to have a dignified life, Google wants to re-identify myself
It appears there are many of me
They sent me a form where I have to place figures where they sit and move around
the problem is my eyesight is not good after
all at 86 six I’m not a Falk-eyed Indian
How this test can prove whether I’m me and not a company I don’t know
As it is I can’t log into X where I have 200 followers, which at my age is encouraging that there are people who like my view about politics and life in general ...
I wonder how old one has to be to have a dignified life, Google wants to re-identify myself
It appears there are many of me
They sent me a form where I have to place figures where they sit and move around
the problem is my eyesight is not good after
all at 86 six I’m not a Falk-eyed Indian
How this test can prove whether I’m me and not a company I don’t know
As it is I can’t log into X where I have 200 followers, which at my age is encouraging that there are people who like my view about politics and life in general ...
#angels
#devil
#ghosts
#God
#witches
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deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 8:35pm
23rd Dec 2024 8:35pm
The End of Remembering
Grateful for each small moment
I remember.
Come one September,
I might forget.
Left to sit beside
foreign embers.
I dig through depths of those I know.
Not much more than what they show.
A lavender early morning,
invites dreams I am storing.
Upon the path I am forging.
On the sunny day my mind is gorging.
She has to live with no memory.
Not even remembering she's my mom.
It's heart shattering.
Make so many memories.
The ghosts have got lots to see.
I remember.
Come one September,
I might forget.
Left to sit beside
foreign embers.
I dig through depths of those I know.
Not much more than what they show.
A lavender early morning,
invites dreams I am storing.
Upon the path I am forging.
On the sunny day my mind is gorging.
She has to live with no memory.
Not even remembering she's my mom.
It's heart shattering.
Make so many memories.
The ghosts have got lots to see.
#ghosts
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
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15 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 2:49pm
20th Dec 2024 2:49pm
Listening to Pendulum
Insomnia of ghosts, intimacy with death
and porcelain headaches, sleeping over
Winding up the bird of paradise
listening to the pendulum
awaken Genesis...
of a corpse on MTV
and porcelain headaches, sleeping over
Winding up the bird of paradise
listening to the pendulum
awaken Genesis...
of a corpse on MTV
#ghosts
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Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 1:23pm
12th Nov 2024 1:23pm
Dark World Within
a fate indescribable in a world in ruins
silence echoes where laughter once peals
grey skies over chaos remnants
in slumbering sleep the world that was
in cities of wandering ghosts
shrouded in clouds and memories
lost as in roads overgrown
nature return in its natural claims
Vibrant gardens replaced by despair
birds song now brittle in decay
seeds of discontent sowed in pathment cracks
roving around without feathers
the night is pierced by no stars
not aglow within ashes
whispers in a world reborn ...
silence echoes where laughter once peals
grey skies over chaos remnants
in slumbering sleep the world that was
in cities of wandering ghosts
shrouded in clouds and memories
lost as in roads overgrown
nature return in its natural claims
Vibrant gardens replaced by despair
birds song now brittle in decay
seeds of discontent sowed in pathment cracks
roving around without feathers
the night is pierced by no stars
not aglow within ashes
whispers in a world reborn ...
#dreams
#ghosts
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msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 3:50am
1st Nov 2024 3:50am
The Spooks come out at Night
👻Ghosts 👻
👺Goblins👺
🧙♀️Witches that soar🧙♀️
👽Aliens are Creeping up at your door👽
🐺Wolves that Howl🐺
👾Monster that Growl👾
Spooks of All kinds are on the
Prowl!!!
So, stay at home and don't
come out!!
That's Right!!!!
For the Spooks
👻SO SPOOKY!!!! 👻
come out at night!!
Lock your doors for, you'll be in for a Fright!!!
THE SPOOKS ON (HALLOWEEN) COME OUT AT NIGHT!!!!!! ...
👺Goblins👺
🧙♀️Witches that soar🧙♀️
👽Aliens are Creeping up at your door👽
🐺Wolves that Howl🐺
👾Monster that Growl👾
Spooks of All kinds are on the
Prowl!!!
So, stay at home and don't
come out!!
That's Right!!!!
For the Spooks
👻SO SPOOKY!!!! 👻
come out at night!!
Lock your doors for, you'll be in for a Fright!!!
THE SPOOKS ON (HALLOWEEN) COME OUT AT NIGHT!!!!!! ...
#fear
#ghosts
#Halloween
#horror
#scary
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deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 1:09am
27th Oct 2024 1:09am
Death Veil
The black house perched on the hill,
was heavily haunted on a deadly still night.
It punctured the twilight,
that had bled mysterious pink light.
There she was.
Her movement obscure,
in the fog of midnight.
She wore a long tattered death veil.
No one would believe this tale.
Was she coming back or coming to?
In my shaken soul,
terror saunters through.
Does her beginning and end intersect?
She's half alive and half dead.
She turns with a penetrating stare
with hollow eyes of coal.
She came to collect...
was heavily haunted on a deadly still night.
It punctured the twilight,
that had bled mysterious pink light.
There she was.
Her movement obscure,
in the fog of midnight.
She wore a long tattered death veil.
No one would believe this tale.
Was she coming back or coming to?
In my shaken soul,
terror saunters through.
Does her beginning and end intersect?
She's half alive and half dead.
She turns with a penetrating stare
with hollow eyes of coal.
She came to collect...
#ghosts
#scary
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14 Comments
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