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
oskar
Poem Published
14th Jan 2022 11:03am
14th Jan 2022 11:03am
big rats in cobenhagen
Big rats in Copenhagen
The biggest supermarket in the world tons of wasted food
rats grew so big they couldn’t live in sewers but nestled
in the tall grass or built tunnels.
Something had to be done, rats didn’t hesitate to attack
toddlers in a pram; cats stayed at home sleeping
on the sofa, knowing they were no match against this enemy.
In this world of spoilt consumers, a banana had to be bright yellow
not a speck of marks on the fruit, lettuces had to look harvested
an hour ago, and the onion had to look new.
What to do with this...
The biggest supermarket in the world tons of wasted food
rats grew so big they couldn’t live in sewers but nestled
in the tall grass or built tunnels.
Something had to be done, rats didn’t hesitate to attack
toddlers in a pram; cats stayed at home sleeping
on the sofa, knowing they were no match against this enemy.
In this world of spoilt consumers, a banana had to be bright yellow
not a speck of marks on the fruit, lettuces had to look harvested
an hour ago, and the onion had to look new.
What to do with this...
#monsters
#ghosts
#werewolves #zombies
#werewolves #zombies
25 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Jan 2022 3:52am
6th Jan 2022 3:52am
Potala Blues
Potala Blues
Lhasa roars like a lion in the night
Only to breathe the fire of a dragon
When conch shells are blown
To sing the snowflakes
Into tuning fork lattices of desolation
That awaken the ghosts of the Potala
Who rise into vaporous beings of light
When the museum whispers to lost sutras
Of a chorus of dharma drums
In a séance of tears
Lhasa roars like a lion in the night
Only to breathe the fire of a dragon
When conch shells are blown
To sing the snowflakes
Into tuning fork lattices of desolation
That awaken the ghosts of the Potala
Who rise into vaporous beings of light
When the museum whispers to lost sutras
Of a chorus of dharma drums
In a séance of tears
#mountains
#Buddhist
#ghosts #historical
#ghosts #historical
27 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2022 6:37pm
22nd Jan 2022 6:37pm
the remote
The remote
It was a terrible hallucination
an old hex came out of her grave and raped me
I was lame paralyzing fear she sat on top of me
and reeked of semen of a thousand men
left to rankle in her mouldy vagina.
I fumbled for my remote to switch the channel off
could not find the remote, then the horses came
galloping through the woods, I mounted one
and we were riding on the Pampas of Argentine.
All the while, the hex hollered something foul
about multiple orgasms, I found the remote
the screen filled with irises and sweet...
It was a terrible hallucination
an old hex came out of her grave and raped me
I was lame paralyzing fear she sat on top of me
and reeked of semen of a thousand men
left to rankle in her mouldy vagina.
I fumbled for my remote to switch the channel off
could not find the remote, then the horses came
galloping through the woods, I mounted one
and we were riding on the Pampas of Argentine.
All the while, the hex hollered something foul
about multiple orgasms, I found the remote
the screen filled with irises and sweet...
#dragons
#ghosts
#aliens
#witches
#mermaids
39 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
29th Dec 2021 2:00pm
29th Dec 2021 2:00pm
serious
Serious now
A man
Knocked on my door
He was
Collecting
Laughter.
Mournful
He was when leaving
Without a smile
On his face.
A man
Knocked on my door
He was
Collecting
Laughter.
Mournful
He was when leaving
Without a smile
On his face.
#monsters
#ghosts
#aliens
#werewolves
#mermaids
41 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
21st Jan 2022 2:09pm
21st Jan 2022 2:09pm
the river of dreams
The river of dreams
A laughing clown filled the heavenly screen, a grin full of malice.
Behind me, bearded men were eating children wine
and blood ran down their chests, had the time of their life.
Democracy is great, chanted freedom to exploit the weak
in a moment of friendliness, offered, a child’s roasted leg.
I shook my head, walked on, had to find my way home
and there it was shining red in the afternoon glow.
The apartment had no entrance, a rope hanging from every window
my flat was on the third floor; I tried to climb up, too feeble. ...
A laughing clown filled the heavenly screen, a grin full of malice.
Behind me, bearded men were eating children wine
and blood ran down their chests, had the time of their life.
Democracy is great, chanted freedom to exploit the weak
in a moment of friendliness, offered, a child’s roasted leg.
I shook my head, walked on, had to find my way home
and there it was shining red in the afternoon glow.
The apartment had no entrance, a rope hanging from every window
my flat was on the third floor; I tried to climb up, too feeble. ...
#monsters
#ghosts
#fairies #mermaids
#fairies #mermaids
44 reads
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Haunted_Lunacy
Poem Published
18th Jan 2022 6:07am
18th Jan 2022 6:07am
Digital Ghost
Screen anxiety, /
your digital ghost haunts me, /
log off and save me.
your digital ghost haunts me, /
log off and save me.
#anxiety
#haiku
#ghosts
#IMissYou
#fear
46 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
9th Jan 2022 10:28pm
9th Jan 2022 10:28pm
Mewstone
Great Mewstone
Did the rock
evade the danger
of her twenties,
the way I did,
solidify in quiet,
become set,
rise from an ungodly wave,
legs retracted to
parched yellow shores,
shoulders carved
as lacerated Tors,
fingers commanding,
part bent trees?
Does she read
dried out veins
flooded with rain,
the Gough map,
the echoing of ghosts
who still live in their homes,
collect starfish,
stare out at the bay?
Does she call for Joan
to touch fingers again
instead allow...
Did the rock
evade the danger
of her twenties,
the way I did,
solidify in quiet,
become set,
rise from an ungodly wave,
legs retracted to
parched yellow shores,
shoulders carved
as lacerated Tors,
fingers commanding,
part bent trees?
Does she read
dried out veins
flooded with rain,
the Gough map,
the echoing of ghosts
who still live in their homes,
collect starfish,
stare out at the bay?
Does she call for Joan
to touch fingers again
instead allow...
#dreams
#nature
#ghosts
48 reads
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AlisVolatPropriis8
Poem Published
28th Oct 2021 10:59am
28th Oct 2021 10:59am
The flight of Lily's.
On a sunny lake
She rose to sun
Beaming flow of orange
Tendrils
Amongst the teacher's pen
She wrote letters
About love and miscellaneous
Work that have been waiting on station
To flow by sunny orange lake side
A sun to smile
Often her way to wave her school board games she picked up a green leaf.
She rose to sun
Beaming flow of orange
Tendrils
Amongst the teacher's pen
She wrote letters
About love and miscellaneous
Work that have been waiting on station
To flow by sunny orange lake side
A sun to smile
Often her way to wave her school board games she picked up a green leaf.
#vampires
#ghosts
#fairies
#unicorns
#witches
51 reads
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
14th Nov 2021 4:06pm
14th Nov 2021 4:06pm
Untitled.
Gesturing
to sit down
because
we're gonna have to,
if we want to
sort
all of this
out
Everything
is overwhelming
And everything
is
my own fault
Serrated steel
in my blood
It boils up
And I'm sharp as a tack
when you get my
heart rate
up
But there's no use in
violence
when it all
boils down
to who threw the
first punch
We're all on a
pendulum
swinging left to right,
nonstop.
The axis
endears to the
angles ...
to sit down
because
we're gonna have to,
if we want to
sort
all of this
out
Everything
is overwhelming
And everything
is
my own fault
Serrated steel
in my blood
It boils up
And I'm sharp as a tack
when you get my
heart rate
up
But there's no use in
violence
when it all
boils down
to who threw the
first punch
We're all on a
pendulum
swinging left to right,
nonstop.
The axis
endears to the
angles ...
#evil
#ghosts
#emptiness
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