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
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 6:34am
11th Apr 2021 6:34am
The Omen, The Vatic, The Ghost
never much for roaming halls,
they prefer the attic
scratching paint from cluttered walls,
the Omen and the Vatic
missteps are his haunting ground,
Omen weaves connections;
adding in the likelihood,
skewing my reflection
specter of the future bright,
the Vatic reads my cards;
saying I will cut myself,
then handing me the shards
bringing with them fearful doubt,
the future yet unclear;
‘round the bend is farther still,
the scale beyond quite sheer
self-fulfilling prophecies, ...
they prefer the attic
scratching paint from cluttered walls,
the Omen and the Vatic
missteps are his haunting ground,
Omen weaves connections;
adding in the likelihood,
skewing my reflection
specter of the future bright,
the Vatic reads my cards;
saying I will cut myself,
then handing me the shards
bringing with them fearful doubt,
the future yet unclear;
‘round the bend is farther still,
the scale beyond quite sheer
self-fulfilling prophecies, ...
#identity
#ghosts
#memories
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2021
16 reads
4 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
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
16th Jul 2022 2:09am
16th Jul 2022 2:09am
Casper
How marvelous to think a soul so light
That it may flit like some unfettered fart
All about a brutally Baptist night
Where no pleasure comforts the beating heart
Of the tearfully afterlife fearful
Somehow unable to police their thought
And confusing hate for something cheerful
Due to the dreadful scripture they're taught
On a Sunday sabotaged by school
When the pupil may well have learned instead
A much less harmful scientific rule
That allows mortal lovers to share a bed
Where love, I think, is more commonly found
Than in some...
That it may flit like some unfettered fart
All about a brutally Baptist night
Where no pleasure comforts the beating heart
Of the tearfully afterlife fearful
Somehow unable to police their thought
And confusing hate for something cheerful
Due to the dreadful scripture they're taught
On a Sunday sabotaged by school
When the pupil may well have learned instead
A much less harmful scientific rule
That allows mortal lovers to share a bed
Where love, I think, is more commonly found
Than in some...
#spiritual
#ghosts
37 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2022 3:29pm
23rd Jun 2022 3:29pm
The Phantom Discourse
I was with various people I knew,
Now shades in a hereafter soiree dream,
Who had bid actuality adieu
To make merry by some Morphean stream
Just outside a sliding patio door
Whose glass blocked a hint of yuletide chill
Those elder ghosts had no wish to explore
As by conversation they got their thrill.
They mingled under open beam decor
And sought not the galactic expanse
Since the colloquy of heaven's rapport
Was the primary human happenstance
Granting heaven, or hell, within a breath...
And yada-yada beyond sudden death.
Now shades in a hereafter soiree dream,
Who had bid actuality adieu
To make merry by some Morphean stream
Just outside a sliding patio door
Whose glass blocked a hint of yuletide chill
Those elder ghosts had no wish to explore
As by conversation they got their thrill.
They mingled under open beam decor
And sought not the galactic expanse
Since the colloquy of heaven's rapport
Was the primary human happenstance
Granting heaven, or hell, within a breath...
And yada-yada beyond sudden death.
#gothic
#death
#ghosts #humankind
#ghosts #humankind
45 reads
0 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
15th Jul 2022 3:17am
15th Jul 2022 3:17am
GHOST OF THE LIVING / A POEM FOR SOMEONE AND NO ONE
Find your way
Back to our people
And you’ll find your way
Back to me
I imagine you not saying—
Not your truth
Much as I wish
It could be
Back to our people
And you’ll find your way
Back to me
I imagine you not saying—
Not your truth
Much as I wish
It could be
#sadness
#grief
#rhyming #ghosts
#rhyming #ghosts
45 reads
0 Comments
LightningBug
Poem Published
27th Jul 2022 4:44am
27th Jul 2022 4:44am
Your New Ghoulfriend
He was stunned -
the stranger in front of him looked exactly like the girl he'd been dreaming about.
On this sultry Summer night a woman's shimmering outline walked towards him.
His tiny rowboat seemed useless, since he was about to leave the docks.
They left in a cabriolet.
50 word micro story
Copyright © 2022
Kathy J Anderson
All rights reserved.
2022.7.25
the stranger in front of him looked exactly like the girl he'd been dreaming about.
On this sultry Summer night a woman's shimmering outline walked towards him.
His tiny rowboat seemed useless, since he was about to leave the docks.
They left in a cabriolet.
50 word micro story
Copyright © 2022
Kathy J Anderson
All rights reserved.
2022.7.25
#girlfriend
#beauty
#water #ghosts
#water #ghosts
46 reads
0 Comments
Haunted_Lunacy
Poem Published
8th Jul 2022 7:02am
8th Jul 2022 7:02am
Haunted By Myself
No one misses me, /
I am but a lonely ghost, /
haunted by myself.
I am but a lonely ghost, /
haunted by myself.
#depression
#loneliness
#ghosts
51 reads
0 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
27th May 2021 12:54pm
27th May 2021 12:54pm
The Cry of the Banshee
a ghost story
For the first several years of my life I lived in a house on Didcot Lane, and only came to Mainwaring Castle when the time came for me to start school. That was ironic really, since Didcot Lane had a perfectly adequate schoolhouse on the end of it, where Mainwaring Castle was far from any source of conventional education, or civilisation at all, it sometimes seemed. It was served by villagers from thereabouts, but these people were never resident, making what in winter would be treacherous as well as long trips through the mire just to clean house, serve meals, then...
For the first several years of my life I lived in a house on Didcot Lane, and only came to Mainwaring Castle when the time came for me to start school. That was ironic really, since Didcot Lane had a perfectly adequate schoolhouse on the end of it, where Mainwaring Castle was far from any source of conventional education, or civilisation at all, it sometimes seemed. It was served by villagers from thereabouts, but these people were never resident, making what in winter would be treacherous as well as long trips through the mire just to clean house, serve meals, then...
#ghosts
52 reads
6 Comments
Dreamboy
Poem Published
18th Jul 2022 9:45pm
18th Jul 2022 9:45pm
silver lining
My arms have
stretched
way past
this point.
Now I'm
locked inside
of a false
silver lining.
My answers
are questions
I'm too scared
to ask
myself.
You've mastered
a dead tongue,
but how does
a live one
treat you?
Dig him up.
Pull his tongue
out.
Give this
dog
a throw away piece of
something to eat.
I think I'm
falling asleep
finally.
stretched
way past
this point.
Now I'm
locked inside
of a false
silver lining.
My answers
are questions
I'm too scared
to ask
myself.
You've mastered
a dead tongue,
but how does
a live one
treat you?
Dig him up.
Pull his tongue
out.
Give this
dog
a throw away piece of
something to eat.
I think I'm
falling asleep
finally.
#sadness
#ghosts
#poverty
52 reads
0 Comments
DreamIllusions
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 1:34am
7th Jun 2022 1:34am
She Still Sleeps with Wolves
Be it wolves from the pack
Close knit family, the ones that are supposed to
Have your back
Or the ones that chose to hunt her
Sniff her out and follow her
Eventually devour her
As the sun sets every night
She says her prayers and holds on tight
Closes her eyes and waits
For the claws the bites
The midnight fights
That strip her of all she’s got
Down to the bone, white hot
How does she even navigate
Between those who snap
And those who wait
She digs in deep and hopes and prays
For the kind of sunlight that...
Close knit family, the ones that are supposed to
Have your back
Or the ones that chose to hunt her
Sniff her out and follow her
Eventually devour her
As the sun sets every night
She says her prayers and holds on tight
Closes her eyes and waits
For the claws the bites
The midnight fights
That strip her of all she’s got
Down to the bone, white hot
How does she even navigate
Between those who snap
And those who wait
She digs in deep and hopes and prays
For the kind of sunlight that...
#sadness
#dark
#ghosts
#despair
#fear
54 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
10th Jun 2022 3:08pm
10th Jun 2022 3:08pm
Lyrids
I looked for them in predawn skies
And their phosphorescent trails;
Always a treat for midnight eyes
Like lightning on celestial rails,
Sending telegrams from star to star
About the latest angel host
That heaven sent out way too far
For an elusive alien ghost
Trapped in a dream that got too weird
Due to the local cosmic rays
Which gravitational lensing steered
Past a dozen odd milky ways
Which tasted just like meteors
Those angels roasted up for smores!
And their phosphorescent trails;
Always a treat for midnight eyes
Like lightning on celestial rails,
Sending telegrams from star to star
About the latest angel host
That heaven sent out way too far
For an elusive alien ghost
Trapped in a dream that got too weird
Due to the local cosmic rays
Which gravitational lensing steered
Past a dozen odd milky ways
Which tasted just like meteors
Those angels roasted up for smores!
#ghosts
#aliens
55 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Ghosts
