Poems About Ghosts Seeking Friendly Advice
#ghosts
adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:57am
Yesterday 11:57am
Letting Go
The colors went pale
everything died
now ghostly breath
laying in ashes of blush
everything hush
fading into obscurity
bones of antiquity...
letting go
everything died
now ghostly breath
laying in ashes of blush
everything hush
fading into obscurity
bones of antiquity...
letting go
#ghosts
#spiritual
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adagio
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 1:37pm
17th Apr 2024 1:37pm
Haunting Memories
Haunting memories weeping
from inside myself screaming
hungering for ruins of twilight
to love even on bad days
when it rains a lullaby
and I wear my galoshes
from inside myself screaming
hungering for ruins of twilight
to love even on bad days
when it rains a lullaby
and I wear my galoshes
#dreams
#ghosts
#memories
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adagio
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 11:12pm
14th Apr 2024 11:12pm
Naked Cold Place
Awakening in this naked cold place
wandering somberly espresso
stained caffeine bleeding red
fading into obscurity's melancholy
haunting my wretched dreams
of fog on the shores of eternal sleep
at the bottom of the demitasse
wandering somberly espresso
stained caffeine bleeding red
fading into obscurity's melancholy
haunting my wretched dreams
of fog on the shores of eternal sleep
at the bottom of the demitasse
#ghosts
#insomnia
#nightmares
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nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 7:04pm
8th Apr 2024 7:04pm
Uninspired
Today, I don’t feel like writing
because I feel like a ghost.
I’ve been floating around all day,
suspended in air as I haunt
the hallways with a hollow stare.
I’m frustrated with myself because
I haven’t been able to take care
of my fading mental health.
It feels like my legs are barely moving
and my feet are on wheels,
gliding over the floor with liquid motion.
I am permeable, one with the air around me.
Today’s theme song sounds like
yesterday’s news - overplayed,
understimulated, recycled...
because I feel like a ghost.
I’ve been floating around all day,
suspended in air as I haunt
the hallways with a hollow stare.
I’m frustrated with myself because
I haven’t been able to take care
of my fading mental health.
It feels like my legs are barely moving
and my feet are on wheels,
gliding over the floor with liquid motion.
I am permeable, one with the air around me.
Today’s theme song sounds like
yesterday’s news - overplayed,
understimulated, recycled...
#depression
#ghosts
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2024
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oskar
Poem Published
29th Mar 2024 4:21pm
29th Mar 2024 4:21pm
The IA
The IA
The Thing, AI, looked like a young man of thirty or so
all human knowledge it has obtained
it could talk about everything, say, philosophy
politics or art, a learned public speaker
but it could
not produce any new ideas.
It had learned certain emotions, smiling
or showing
sympathy and even say kind words
talking to it can be unnerving if you say anything
new, it will repeat what you said and store it for
future use should a similar conversation crop up
Animals know who is a human
seeing it, they will ...
The Thing, AI, looked like a young man of thirty or so
all human knowledge it has obtained
it could talk about everything, say, philosophy
politics or art, a learned public speaker
but it could
not produce any new ideas.
It had learned certain emotions, smiling
or showing
sympathy and even say kind words
talking to it can be unnerving if you say anything
new, it will repeat what you said and store it for
future use should a similar conversation crop up
Animals know who is a human
seeing it, they will ...
#God
#devil
#angels
#ghosts
#aliens
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adagio
Poem Published
29th Mar 2024 12:56pm
29th Mar 2024 12:56pm
Fading Hoary-with deliabear
Like a silhouette, a shadow on the wall
of memories in footsteps echoing time.
A cloaked ghost in the fading hoary
descends stairs as the pendulum chimes.
To a shady boon of dark souls,
over the brow of the falling hoary.
Listening to the voices of the tomb builders
as they shouldered their spades.
Like an intricately shattered silhouette,
a hellish shadow strikes the wall.
Memories of footsteps shuffling
through the aching whine of fallen time.
Regret ancient echoes crowding my mind
of ghosts cloaked in...
of memories in footsteps echoing time.
A cloaked ghost in the fading hoary
descends stairs as the pendulum chimes.
To a shady boon of dark souls,
over the brow of the falling hoary.
Listening to the voices of the tomb builders
as they shouldered their spades.
Like an intricately shattered silhouette,
a hellish shadow strikes the wall.
Memories of footsteps shuffling
through the aching whine of fallen time.
Regret ancient echoes crowding my mind
of ghosts cloaked in...
#dark
#ghosts
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oskar
Poem Published
26th Mar 2024 8:00am
26th Mar 2024 8:00am
(king oskar sardiner)
A Brisling (King Oscar sardines)
I opened a tin of sardines in olive oil for supper
Headless and nicely packed, except for one
that had a head and was alive.
I put the live one in a glass jar; the others looked
so dead I could not eat them, put the tin back
into the fridge
My little King Oscar sardine grew and was too
big for a jar, I had fed it bread crumbs,
real home
baked with butter.
Suddenly, there were many cats in the yard the adventurous cats
tried to find an open window
I took my sardine to an empty lake. ...
I opened a tin of sardines in olive oil for supper
Headless and nicely packed, except for one
that had a head and was alive.
I put the live one in a glass jar; the others looked
so dead I could not eat them, put the tin back
into the fridge
My little King Oscar sardine grew and was too
big for a jar, I had fed it bread crumbs,
real home
baked with butter.
Suddenly, there were many cats in the yard the adventurous cats
tried to find an open window
I took my sardine to an empty lake. ...
#monsters
#dragons
#ghosts #fairies
#ghosts #fairies
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oskar
Poem Published
24th Mar 2024 9:34am
24th Mar 2024 9:34am
Odessa
Odessa 1955
On the Black Sea, the boy dressed for galley heat
stood on deck, wanted to see the ice flow
he was poverty- thin and too young for the sea
So much ice to see watched too long
got a nasty cold and became ill with a high fever
in Odessa, they sent him to a hospital
What he remembers is doctors in tall white hats
and rotund nurses who fed him dark beer and plenty of sweets
When feeling better, he walked into the hall
was offered Russian cigarettes by
other patients, large filters but not much tobacco
He was getting...
On the Black Sea, the boy dressed for galley heat
stood on deck, wanted to see the ice flow
he was poverty- thin and too young for the sea
So much ice to see watched too long
got a nasty cold and became ill with a high fever
in Odessa, they sent him to a hospital
What he remembers is doctors in tall white hats
and rotund nurses who fed him dark beer and plenty of sweets
When feeling better, he walked into the hall
was offered Russian cigarettes by
other patients, large filters but not much tobacco
He was getting...
#God
#angels
#ghosts
#aliens
#witches
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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 2:16am
23rd Mar 2024 2:16am
her apparition
come
show yourself,
get
out of
my mind.
let me
recognize
your waking
desire,
unspeaking
thin voice,
the seamless
breath,
guardians creep
in haunted
moments,
each lease
presents itself,
no remorse,
no regrets,
footsteps
never afraid
to trespass,
wandering back
into
that cloaked
underworld.
show yourself,
get
out of
my mind.
let me
recognize
your waking
desire,
unspeaking
thin voice,
the seamless
breath,
guardians creep
in haunted
moments,
each lease
presents itself,
no remorse,
no regrets,
footsteps
never afraid
to trespass,
wandering back
into
that cloaked
underworld.
#strength
#hope
#ghosts #redemption
#ghosts #redemption
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deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 10:13pm
7th Mar 2024 10:13pm
The Abandoned House
Every forest harbors secrets.
The bark and branches are the keepers.
The abandoned house towered,
in a paralysis of time.
The only thing alive
was the strangling of the vines.
It stood in dilapidation
with a menacing expression.
Inside the air thick with voiceless confessions.
Heard somewhere in my shaking soul.
Hollow window eyes
possess the shatters of time.
Who were the inhabitants?
And are they alive?
It's time to go inside.
The bark and branches are the keepers.
The abandoned house towered,
in a paralysis of time.
The only thing alive
was the strangling of the vines.
It stood in dilapidation
with a menacing expression.
Inside the air thick with voiceless confessions.
Heard somewhere in my shaking soul.
Hollow window eyes
possess the shatters of time.
Who were the inhabitants?
And are they alive?
It's time to go inside.
#ghosts
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missjem56
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 00:37am
7th Mar 2024 00:37am
The Avenging Ghost
"Why did you run me over?"
But you say nothing as You examine my broken body
Lying on the lonely road
The driver speaks to the passenger Who is still in the car
He laughs like a man possessed "It's alright" he shouts
"Another victim to add to my list!" He laughs again
As he returns to his car, and drives off
I'm barely alive I somehow manage to cross the road
Towards the woods To hide, just in case he comes back
But i knew i was dying
My last living thoughts Who would look after my children?
I left...
But you say nothing as You examine my broken body
Lying on the lonely road
The driver speaks to the passenger Who is still in the car
He laughs like a man possessed "It's alright" he shouts
"Another victim to add to my list!" He laughs again
As he returns to his car, and drives off
I'm barely alive I somehow manage to cross the road
Towards the woods To hide, just in case he comes back
But i knew i was dying
My last living thoughts Who would look after my children?
I left...
#murder
#ghosts
#revenge #surreal
#revenge #surreal
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oskar
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2024 7:52pm
2nd Mar 2024 7:52pm
the darkening mind
the darkening mind
When the sun had done its duty and the day cooled
it was time to go to the shops for food and a few
bottles of beer: this afternoon, I decided to walk
along the gulch, a scar in the landscape that led
to the road and saved about ten minutes of walking
time down at the bottom hot and in an unpleasant way
and held no promise of a cooling breeze
the ground was littered with dry twigs that crackled
like someone was walking on them
No birds were flying around, nor any insects
the gulch a scar of dead tissues where...
When the sun had done its duty and the day cooled
it was time to go to the shops for food and a few
bottles of beer: this afternoon, I decided to walk
along the gulch, a scar in the landscape that led
to the road and saved about ten minutes of walking
time down at the bottom hot and in an unpleasant way
and held no promise of a cooling breeze
the ground was littered with dry twigs that crackled
like someone was walking on them
No birds were flying around, nor any insects
the gulch a scar of dead tissues where...
#angels
#ghosts
#aliens #witches
#aliens #witches
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