Poems About Ghosts Seeking Honest Critique
#ghosts
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 7:07pm
5th Dec 2024 7:07pm
Blake's Ghost Hunters and the Web of Madness: Part Two
#dark
#ghosts
#horror
#scifi
#ShortStory
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 7:04pm
5th Dec 2024 7:04pm
Blake's Ghost Hunters and the Web of Madness: Part One
#dark
#ghosts
#horror
#scifi
#ShortStory
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 5:56am
4th Dec 2024 5:56am
Reading Victorian ghost stories
Reading Victorian ghost stories
can sometimes leave you wondering,
when authors say that what she said
when haunting yonder glen
cannot be written down ‘til dead,
because it be wrought with unpleasantries
unfit for ears that need guiding.
But from the vantage point of “modern day”
I cannot really say if what D Dinglet said,
as Parson spoke to her (the upright Cornishman
misled, perhaps, by some prudish morality)
was truly horrible - that she was murdered, say,
or forced upon by him she claims wronged her.
Or if she simply...
can sometimes leave you wondering,
when authors say that what she said
when haunting yonder glen
cannot be written down ‘til dead,
because it be wrought with unpleasantries
unfit for ears that need guiding.
But from the vantage point of “modern day”
I cannot really say if what D Dinglet said,
as Parson spoke to her (the upright Cornishman
misled, perhaps, by some prudish morality)
was truly horrible - that she was murdered, say,
or forced upon by him she claims wronged her.
Or if she simply...
#culture
#ghosts
#historical #morality
#historical #morality
120 reads
4 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 1:25pm
26th Nov 2024 1:25pm
A Steam Room Ghost Encounter
Cody stepped into the sauna.
He saw Carrie standing naked before him.
She disappeared after he blinked.
He saw Carrie standing naked before him.
She disappeared after he blinked.
#fiction
#friendship
#ghosts
#home
#sex
150 reads
2 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 9:14pm
24th Nov 2024 9:14pm
Faithful Alice: A Lyrical Ghost Story and True Tragedy
- Faithful Alice: A Lyrical Ghost Story and True Tragedy -
What is a blessing, when so many tragedies hath befallen,
Leaving a soul to believe that they walk eternally accursed...
Cleaved from Paradise's light, to walk in places of darkness?
Loving, lusting, craving, bleeding, dying, and still returning! Sin.
The chaos of this world multiplies, until it is well swollen,
Pregnant with horror, until the very earth hath become bled...
And the innocent scream, in equal parts fear and also distress.
If I hath become Hell, then I walk alive yet burning....
What is a blessing, when so many tragedies hath befallen,
Leaving a soul to believe that they walk eternally accursed...
Cleaved from Paradise's light, to walk in places of darkness?
Loving, lusting, craving, bleeding, dying, and still returning! Sin.
The chaos of this world multiplies, until it is well swollen,
Pregnant with horror, until the very earth hath become bled...
And the innocent scream, in equal parts fear and also distress.
If I hath become Hell, then I walk alive yet burning....
#anger
#death
#ghosts
#grief
#love
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 3:38pm
16th Nov 2024 3:38pm
Ghost in the deep forest
Early morning walk
A misty path
The river sleeping
The time i pass
The forest a legend
A book of past
An eerie aura
A spell was cast
The earth was mild
To stir the dust
I heard a whisper
A tune in the hush
Pan was hidden
A foggy ghost
The tune echoed
The sparkling moss
As the shine was peeping
flickering between the trunks
A first poetic chapter
in Nature's charm
A misty path
The river sleeping
The time i pass
The forest a legend
A book of past
An eerie aura
A spell was cast
The earth was mild
To stir the dust
I heard a whisper
A tune in the hush
Pan was hidden
A foggy ghost
The tune echoed
The sparkling moss
As the shine was peeping
flickering between the trunks
A first poetic chapter
in Nature's charm
#admiration
#emotions
#fairies
#ghosts
#motivational
107 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 3:04pm
11th Nov 2024 3:04pm
Washing the sheets of the ghosts in this madhouse
In the shadows of regret I walk.
Carrying the heavy load of my choices.
Echoes of decisions whisper in my mind...
Bathing me in yellow flowers with every step
like a bitter memory.
Disappointment as a constant specter.
Black wings that surround the heart...
Smothering the light with a veil of sadness.
Bath you in yellow flowers without time
for the desire to change that consumes me.
If I could go back in time and rewrite history...
Erase mistakes or heal wounds
or even exchange each tear for a new moment.
Bath him in...
Carrying the heavy load of my choices.
Echoes of decisions whisper in my mind...
Bathing me in yellow flowers with every step
like a bitter memory.
Disappointment as a constant specter.
Black wings that surround the heart...
Smothering the light with a veil of sadness.
Bath you in yellow flowers without time
for the desire to change that consumes me.
If I could go back in time and rewrite history...
Erase mistakes or heal wounds
or even exchange each tear for a new moment.
Bath him in...
#anxiety
#depression
#ghosts
#patience
#sadness
111 reads
5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 11:31am
10th Nov 2024 11:31am
Inconvenience
Vanity vanishes in the thin air...
Was it a kiss? Was it a crash?
This pair in despair, unapproachable!
Velvety ice explodes in tongues skin.
Was it this or was it that?
This flair is such an unfair rain.
Drain my body in seconds
skin abandoned in the background
useless, timeless, nevertheless...
Avoiding falling in trhe void.
Trying, failling, crying and sailling
away from your overwelming presence.
Was it a bliss? Was it a rash?
Is it the first next step to go from here?
In the air,...
Was it a kiss? Was it a crash?
This pair in despair, unapproachable!
Velvety ice explodes in tongues skin.
Was it this or was it that?
This flair is such an unfair rain.
Drain my body in seconds
skin abandoned in the background
useless, timeless, nevertheless...
Avoiding falling in trhe void.
Trying, failling, crying and sailling
away from your overwelming presence.
Was it a bliss? Was it a rash?
Is it the first next step to go from here?
In the air,...
#anxiety
#confessional
#ghosts
#myself
#strength
111 reads
7 Comments
I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 6:26am
9th Nov 2024 6:26am
Cold cold flesh coils
Another day ends.
Another soul lost.
Just another peaceful winter night.
Just the streets and the crisp crisp air that pleases my lungs as they burn in cold contentment.
This isn't living.
Not just being alive...
Death is coequal with love and life.
Not a curse-
(Not a kindness)
I don't ask for much.
And I don't mind when I don't get much either.
It's these moments that I shall keep.
When my soil puppet like the snow fades away in the nice night air.
Don't remember me.
Wounds and loss deepest in my view.
To...
Another soul lost.
Just another peaceful winter night.
Just the streets and the crisp crisp air that pleases my lungs as they burn in cold contentment.
This isn't living.
Not just being alive...
Death is coequal with love and life.
Not a curse-
(Not a kindness)
I don't ask for much.
And I don't mind when I don't get much either.
It's these moments that I shall keep.
When my soil puppet like the snow fades away in the nice night air.
Don't remember me.
Wounds and loss deepest in my view.
To...
#emptiness
#ghosts
#IMissYou
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 4:07am
6th Nov 2024 4:07am
The Party on the Stairs
We had a party on the stairs,
the ghostly belles and I,
and in that space between the dawn
and when the cockerel cries
we talked of many things,
including how I’d one day wear
a death mask just like theirs,
of powder and patch
and one beauty mark
to anchor the face to the room.
How in this world a woman is a ghost
before even her limbs have stilled,
her heart stopped beating in its cage,
her corset loosed at last.
the ghostly belles and I,
and in that space between the dawn
and when the cockerel cries
we talked of many things,
including how I’d one day wear
a death mask just like theirs,
of powder and patch
and one beauty mark
to anchor the face to the room.
How in this world a woman is a ghost
before even her limbs have stilled,
her heart stopped beating in its cage,
her corset loosed at last.
#beauty
#feminism
#ghosts #historical
#ghosts #historical
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CasketSharpe
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 3:44pm
31st Oct 2024 3:44pm
The Twilight Green (Lordress of the Dark Nature) (Ghostlords of the Witch)
#dark
#fear
#ghosts
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PAR
Poem Published
29th Oct 2024 5:19pm
29th Oct 2024 5:19pm
Cinnamon' Pumpkin Sardonic Smile
I don't want to carve a pumpkin,
I want to shape it with tender hands,
crafting contours that capture your smile,
the warmth that lights up the room.
Orange flesh beneath my touch,
transforms with each careful movement,
until the lines mirror your joy,
etched in the ephemeral surface.
No sharp edges or hollow eyes,
only the gentle curve of laughter
and the softness of a thousand shared moments,
whispered secrets held in the glow.
In this creation, fleeting and fragile,
I find a piece of you,
a...
I want to shape it with tender hands,
crafting contours that capture your smile,
the warmth that lights up the room.
Orange flesh beneath my touch,
transforms with each careful movement,
until the lines mirror your joy,
etched in the ephemeral surface.
No sharp edges or hollow eyes,
only the gentle curve of laughter
and the softness of a thousand shared moments,
whispered secrets held in the glow.
In this creation, fleeting and fragile,
I find a piece of you,
a...
#crush
#dark
#despair
#evil
#ghosts
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7 Comments
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