Poems About Ghosts Seeking Honest Critique
#ghosts
Ascension of the Downfall
A memory of a guided spirit
took me to the hollow land
rising dark tides from the rains
interrupted my visit
my last wish
before gravity pulls me under
children of the revolution
carving my name in the city of fire
took me to the hollow land
rising dark tides from the rains
interrupted my visit
my last wish
before gravity pulls me under
children of the revolution
carving my name in the city of fire
#death
#fiction
#ghosts
#heaven
#hell
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Ode To Misery
I’m a stone in a world of flowers
the curious call of moors,
the old crow language
of wings circling
their ancient dead
peat bodies rotting beneath the weight
of seventies murder. The swaying
New Romantics surrendering to the dark.
I am grey beaches in homeless overcoats,
banshees of Tudor shipwrecks
shaking bone rattles in violent storms.
I am poverty
and steel
and recklessness
an IRA wound on a city wall; coal crowns
of Thatcherite rule haloing unforgiving
stomachs of shoeless...
the curious call of moors,
the old crow language
of wings circling
their ancient dead
peat bodies rotting beneath the weight
of seventies murder. The swaying
New Romantics surrendering to the dark.
I am grey beaches in homeless overcoats,
banshees of Tudor shipwrecks
shaking bone rattles in violent storms.
I am poverty
and steel
and recklessness
an IRA wound on a city wall; coal crowns
of Thatcherite rule haloing unforgiving
stomachs of shoeless...
#grief
#LifeStruggles
#ghosts
#despair
#Britain
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Before It Came To Life
Sebastian was busy with putting
the finishing touches on the
nude portrait of Melissa
before it came to life,
wrapped its legs around
the guy and pulled
him closer
to its
lips.
the finishing touches on the
nude portrait of Melissa
before it came to life,
wrapped its legs around
the guy and pulled
him closer
to its
lips.
#fiction
#ghosts
#art
#sensual
#fear
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Dead Letters
Dead letters
forgotten souls of yester year
the one you are looking for is not here
your first prayer races your heart
spirit wrecked, tearing you apart
the leech is sucking you dry
buildings crumble as you die
forgotten souls of yester year
the one you are looking for is not here
your first prayer races your heart
spirit wrecked, tearing you apart
the leech is sucking you dry
buildings crumble as you die
#death
#spiritual
#rhyming
#ghosts
#memories
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A Possible Beach Side Ghostly Encounter
Scott was walking
on the beach
one Saturday
afternoon before he
thought he saw his late wife
Pamela on a large
boulder. But then, Pam's clone disappeared.
on the beach
one Saturday
afternoon before he
thought he saw his late wife
Pamela on a large
boulder. But then, Pam's clone disappeared.
#love
#wife
#beach
#fiction
#ghosts
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Biodata.
1.Tuk tuk tuk Ghosh and Andrew Johnson.
Doctor Diana.
2.Naru dadu and Glory dey.
Nurse Tuk Tuk Tuk rudra and doctor Tamalkanti Sengupta.
3.Abha Rani biswas and bhopal biswas.
Doctor Frank caprio and Glory dey.
4.Ratan dey and Rinkudey .
Gopal krishna rudra and sobha rudra doctor and nurse.
5.Rakhi Rudra and Romit dey.
Debashis biswas and Bonny Ghosh doctor and nurse.
6.Ryanny dey and Romac dey.
Uday shankar...
Doctor Diana.
2.Naru dadu and Glory dey.
Nurse Tuk Tuk Tuk rudra and doctor Tamalkanti Sengupta.
3.Abha Rani biswas and bhopal biswas.
Doctor Frank caprio and Glory dey.
4.Ratan dey and Rinkudey .
Gopal krishna rudra and sobha rudra doctor and nurse.
5.Rakhi Rudra and Romit dey.
Debashis biswas and Bonny Ghosh doctor and nurse.
6.Ryanny dey and Romac dey.
Uday shankar...
#dreams
#nature
#books #ghosts
#books #ghosts
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Her Fading Shampoo
In dimmest light spilling from behind the bathroom door
Brightest ecstasy folds my eyes shut as we press deeper
Desires trickling downstream through valleys of our form
She, those fire eyes, steals my breath with chill in my veins
Tips of silver strands, brushing my chest. Eyes whispering
Secrets of aphrodisia, and humming while our mouths tied.
Writhing settles to daze, earth resumes it's painful rotation
And I miss you still, your ghost haunts my wake and slumber
As forbidden Love rests her fading memories to sleep
On the pillows,...
Brightest ecstasy folds my eyes shut as we press deeper
Desires trickling downstream through valleys of our form
She, those fire eyes, steals my breath with chill in my veins
Tips of silver strands, brushing my chest. Eyes whispering
Secrets of aphrodisia, and humming while our mouths tied.
Writhing settles to daze, earth resumes it's painful rotation
And I miss you still, your ghost haunts my wake and slumber
As forbidden Love rests her fading memories to sleep
On the pillows,...
#sadness
#love
#sex
#death
#ghosts
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Drifter
Suitable log up on my shoulders, time for a run.
Up this mountain cool morning breeze is on.
Sixteen kilometers legs burn.
Respect and pain something you earn.
Throw the log from my shoulders time to lift
Train battery on a cable, the pain a gift.
Hundred twenty kilo rocks pick up throw.
Cold crisp air good for the soul.
Strap to my suv drag across the field.
Stretch again release the stress I build.
Seventy kilo rocks each hand punch
Nintey kilo rock do a few crunch.
Throw a rope in a tree...
Up this mountain cool morning breeze is on.
Sixteen kilometers legs burn.
Respect and pain something you earn.
Throw the log from my shoulders time to lift
Train battery on a cable, the pain a gift.
Hundred twenty kilo rocks pick up throw.
Cold crisp air good for the soul.
Strap to my suv drag across the field.
Stretch again release the stress I build.
Seventy kilo rocks each hand punch
Nintey kilo rock do a few crunch.
Throw a rope in a tree...
#dark
#ghosts
#misunderstood
#disappointment
#emptiness
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without innocence
ghost stories are for frightened children, he said.
the apparition, upon hearing this,
and being unwilling to frighten children, disappeared into the shadows;
the old man went to bed and, with
his grandson no longer present,
it pleased the apparition to
once again enter his fear raddled head.
that’s how it goes
the apparition, upon hearing this,
and being unwilling to frighten children, disappeared into the shadows;
the old man went to bed and, with
his grandson no longer present,
it pleased the apparition to
once again enter his fear raddled head.
that’s how it goes
#ghosts
#PopCulture
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In Father’s Room
The house on Gorton Street had been one of several whose streets led down to the docks in times gone by, labourers’ houses whose doors and windows were flush with the walls so that the buildings looked like great rectangular blocks, with no adornments. The house appeared in black-and-white films, from the days when an MP’s wife warned that we shouldn’t give the working-class coal because they’ll just store it in their bathtubs. Children would play with sticks and hoops and dollies made from socks while women with scarves around their heads called them in, hauled laundry, and brought home...
#evil
#scary
#ghosts #horror
#ghosts #horror
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underground
you get that little puff
of air
as the tube
train doors
open
it’s no wonder they gasp,
the ghosts
who
drag open the doors ..
of air
as the tube
train doors
open
it’s no wonder they gasp,
the ghosts
who
drag open the doors ..
#ghosts
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A Christmas Ghost Story
We live in fear of Santa in this house,
said Mark Abel before the fireplace.
The family ‘stead once used to hunt grouse
had in it arranged a party of six,
observed by nought but a grandfather’s ticks.
‘Twas in the winter’s keep, continued Mark,
when an old fat man was seen on the roof.
Yet gifts were not found, come Xmas Day’s lark,
but in father’s room? The patriarch dead,
a red cap with white trim on his old pale head.
Perhaps this is not, said Mrs Abel,
what we should be hearing tonight. Nonsense!
cried Mark, with a...
said Mark Abel before the fireplace.
The family ‘stead once used to hunt grouse
had in it arranged a party of six,
observed by nought but a grandfather’s ticks.
‘Twas in the winter’s keep, continued Mark,
when an old fat man was seen on the roof.
Yet gifts were not found, come Xmas Day’s lark,
but in father’s room? The patriarch dead,
a red cap with white trim on his old pale head.
Perhaps this is not, said Mrs Abel,
what we should be hearing tonight. Nonsense!
cried Mark, with a...
#Christmas
#ghosts
#revenge #horror
#revenge #horror
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DU Poetry : Poems About Ghosts Seeking Honest Critique