Least Read Poems About Ghosts
#ghosts
FeNyX
Poem Published
30th Dec 2020 2:48pm
30th Dec 2020 2:48pm
If Pain Dripped Like Time Ticked
With each ticking of the clock
A drop of pain drains down
Pooling around my body in flood
An island in my own lifeblood
All I can see is the clock ticking
It's echoing booming clack
Dripping drops draining fast
I feel I may no longer last
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
The Ghosts start dancing
The bells start ringing
The heavens open
My heart starts singing ...
The parade of dead dreams shuffles past ...
All In chains and ankle irons
In regular procession...
A drop of pain drains down
Pooling around my body in flood
An island in my own lifeblood
All I can see is the clock ticking
It's echoing booming clack
Dripping drops draining fast
I feel I may no longer last
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
The Ghosts start dancing
The bells start ringing
The heavens open
My heart starts singing ...
The parade of dead dreams shuffles past ...
All In chains and ankle irons
In regular procession...
#ghosts
#memories
#hurt
8 reads
6 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
5th Sep 2024 6:58pm
5th Sep 2024 6:58pm
The Ink I Bleed
Eyes closed, adrift in a dystopian delusion
flailing in the quicksand of someone
else’s hourglass, sinking only to be turned
around again and drowned
Who swings the pendulum, can I not
choose my own reality as I press my
legs against the glass, if it breaks am I
cut into a million stars, or am I left
whole, carrying the scars of a universe
Perhaps the universe as we know it is
merely a glitter globe sitting on the desk
of a man dreaming about drowning, all of
us have hourglasses to shatter or die
Having...
flailing in the quicksand of someone
else’s hourglass, sinking only to be turned
around again and drowned
Who swings the pendulum, can I not
choose my own reality as I press my
legs against the glass, if it breaks am I
cut into a million stars, or am I left
whole, carrying the scars of a universe
Perhaps the universe as we know it is
merely a glitter globe sitting on the desk
of a man dreaming about drowning, all of
us have hourglasses to shatter or die
Having...
#emptiness
#ghosts
#regret #TimeHeals
#regret #TimeHeals
19 reads
8 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
27th Jun 2018 6:53am
27th Jun 2018 6:53am
Dance of the Dead
Peering out the old cottage window, facing the cemetery across the street
Bored with nothing to do, to go, and no one to meet.
The pale moon shines full and bright with no clouds to cover.
The night breeze gently blows-open the shutters;
it’s a perfect night for such a long summer.
Grandpa’s old clock strikes at midnight; without expecting anything spectacular
I take, in my hands, grandpa’s bird-watching binoculars. ...
Bored with nothing to do, to go, and no one to meet.
The pale moon shines full and bright with no clouds to cover.
The night breeze gently blows-open the shutters;
it’s a perfect night for such a long summer.
Grandpa’s old clock strikes at midnight; without expecting anything spectacular
I take, in my hands, grandpa’s bird-watching binoculars. ...
#ghosts
#nightmares
21 reads
6 Comments
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
32 reads
0 Comments
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
33 reads
0 Comments
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
34 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:24pm
Yesterday 9:24pm
TAG, YOU'RE IT! (collaboration with Lilliputian)
They played a fierce game of tag all of their lives
From as far back to childhood through to their later years in life
Tag you're it
Now, tag you're it!
The game was harmless, but both were eager to tag the other throughout their lives
Even when they were married & had families, the game went on
One of them fell ill a few years back
Even so, wheelchair bound and sick, he would tag his friend gleefully, like he did for over 70 years
His friend was saddened but thought he'd bounce back
He never did
While in the hospital on his deathbed, he...
From as far back to childhood through to their later years in life
Tag you're it
Now, tag you're it!
The game was harmless, but both were eager to tag the other throughout their lives
Even when they were married & had families, the game went on
One of them fell ill a few years back
Even so, wheelchair bound and sick, he would tag his friend gleefully, like he did for over 70 years
His friend was saddened but thought he'd bounce back
He never did
While in the hospital on his deathbed, he...
#dark
#death
#friendship
#ghosts
#ShortStory
43 reads
10 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 2:36am
3rd Jan 2025 2:36am
A Possible Ghostly Tease
John saw Denise standing naked.
"No! You're dead!" was what he said.
When he approached, she disappeared.
"No! You're dead!" was what he said.
When he approached, she disappeared.
#dark
#fiction
#ghosts
#lover
#sex
49 reads
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 9:32pm
9th Dec 2024 9:32pm
Ghostly Encounter On The Beach
Broderick
went to the beach for some
peace and quiet only to see his
old high school flame Judy walking towards the tide
coming in. But when he rushed over
to his long lost love, she
disappeared.
went to the beach for some
peace and quiet only to see his
old high school flame Judy walking towards the tide
coming in. But when he rushed over
to his long lost love, she
disappeared.
#beach
#fiction
#ghosts
#lover
#nostalgia
56 reads
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 5:27pm
6th Dec 2024 5:27pm
The stone man
Here I am as I am a man of truth and genuine honesty, when I speak with truth and trust. For what I believe in my mind and heart and spiritual thoughts. As I draw off my own life substance, with intelligences and upmost of my own subconscious thoughts. For sure as I continue, to stand up to the very tolerates, with the deepness of the nonsense that I see. THAT you will hear my words of thoughts of my own conversations. For sure sometimes we have to learn to be resilient, in our search of the truth instead of continuing to believe, in the bold face of lies. For sure I am a witness to what he...
#ghosts
#mermaids
#monsters
#vampires
#werewolves
58 reads
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PAR
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 12:00pm
25th Jan 2025 12:00pm
Walls, sheets, curtains, all white...
In the silence of the night shadows creep.
Whispers of the unknown stir the soul.
A chill descends, fingers cold and thin,
tugging at the edges of sanity.
The walls breathe a pulse within the stone.
Echoes of footsteps, unseen yet near.
Eyes in the darkness, staring, unblinking.
A presence felt, but never seen.
The air grows thick, a suffocating dread.
Heartbeat pounding like a distant drum.
A flicker of light reveals a hollow face.
Fleshless grin, frozen in eternal scream.
Hands reach from the void,...
Whispers of the unknown stir the soul.
A chill descends, fingers cold and thin,
tugging at the edges of sanity.
The walls breathe a pulse within the stone.
Echoes of footsteps, unseen yet near.
Eyes in the darkness, staring, unblinking.
A presence felt, but never seen.
The air grows thick, a suffocating dread.
Heartbeat pounding like a distant drum.
A flicker of light reveals a hollow face.
Fleshless grin, frozen in eternal scream.
Hands reach from the void,...
#anxiety
#apathy
#emptiness
#ghosts
#scary
58 reads
8 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 5:35am
3rd Oct 2024 5:35am
Breaking Bad
35 56
Br & Ba
Chemistry it’s elemental
Don’t want to break bad
But it’s in the element
35 G’s from Tuco
How can you do this deal
An insane ass clown
Now we’re in bed with him
2 pounds a week
For this dead eye killer
Maybe the meth fairies
And the smurfs can get enough
Walt gets physical
And skylar’s panties come down
In the back seat of an ugly car
Breaking isn’t so bad
Terminal is what he is
Cancerous to all around him
WW…is an evil man and
Jesse can’t figure...
Br & Ba
Chemistry it’s elemental
Don’t want to break bad
But it’s in the element
35 G’s from Tuco
How can you do this deal
An insane ass clown
Now we’re in bed with him
2 pounds a week
For this dead eye killer
Maybe the meth fairies
And the smurfs can get enough
Walt gets physical
And skylar’s panties come down
In the back seat of an ugly car
Breaking isn’t so bad
Terminal is what he is
Cancerous to all around him
WW…is an evil man and
Jesse can’t figure...
#devil
#ghosts
#God #morality
#God #morality
59 reads
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