Long Poems About Ghosts
#ghosts
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
10th Jan 2022 9:02pm
10th Jan 2022 9:02pm
I Want My Teddy
#dark
#ghosts
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Infamous_Angyl
Infamous
Infamous
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 2:26am
18th Nov 2021 2:26am
Moonlight Dance
#vampires
#ghosts
#magic #witches
#magic #witches
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Infamous_Angyl
Infamous
Infamous
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 2:22am
18th Nov 2021 2:22am
Moonlight Dance
She sensed something lurking in the shadows, watching her silently preying on her vulnerability. Quickly she grew tired of the cat and mouse game. Calling out to the darkness; “Show yourself, enough of this hiding amongst the shadows!” Surveying all that lie before her, he stepped into the dimness of light behind her. Wickedly he chuckled. Startling her she snapped around to gaze upon him. Examining his person from his feet to his toned thighs that seemed to be etched by the highest sculptors, to his sculpted waist to his rippled abs chiseled by the cherubs, to his wide chest to his broad...
#violence
#power
#vampires
#ghosts
#witches
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buddydog
Poem Published
8th Nov 2021 5:44pm
8th Nov 2021 5:44pm
The Paul Place and Margaret
The Paul Place is located in the Bluff District of Twiggs County near Marion Georgia. Robert and his brother John settled there in the 18th century. Robert and John were very prosperous maintaining a farm with cattle, livestock and orchard. The Paul’s were know for their hospitality. They both had fine homes and were also hunters. They had some of the best hunting dogs in the area. Their farms produced much sought after commodities such as fruits, vegetables, sugar cane syrup and hickory smoked hams.
Robert and his wife adopted twin girls. Margaret and Mindy Mimbs. They were...
Robert and his wife adopted twin girls. Margaret and Mindy Mimbs. They were...
#ghosts
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
31st Oct 2021 9:06pm
31st Oct 2021 9:06pm
Momster
#Halloween
#scary
#funny #ghosts
#funny #ghosts
93 reads
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Shinobi
Poem Published
27th Oct 2021 4:44am
27th Oct 2021 4:44am
Another Tale of Woe
the smell of her perfume, it still lingers
an unpleasant fragrance that reminds
of a multitude of memories...invading
the senses with their stench of the past
I look up in the technicolor sky, blinking
my curious eyes, as eagles swoop down
their plumage of black-n-white...beautiful
yet I am frightened by the spectres beyond
their marble stare...it shoots arrows into me
so flow on waters, from those ivory towers
erupting from...
an unpleasant fragrance that reminds
of a multitude of memories...invading
the senses with their stench of the past
I look up in the technicolor sky, blinking
my curious eyes, as eagles swoop down
their plumage of black-n-white...beautiful
yet I am frightened by the spectres beyond
their marble stare...it shoots arrows into me
so flow on waters, from those ivory towers
erupting from...
#sadness
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#ghosts
#bittersweet
111 reads
2 Comments
HadesRising
Poem Published
26th Oct 2021 5:24am
26th Oct 2021 5:24am
NOT A HEAVEN MAN
This is as close to Hell
As I ever want to get"
I have seen the other side
The veil from beyond the grave
Allow me to sit for a spell
And tell you about dead days
Reach out to touch you again
But the darkness closes in
I really wish you could just hear me
But this demon holds me back
Don't you dare pray for me
I am not a heaven man
I have found Hell is home
This has always been my land
Get out
Get out NOW!
Get out
Get out NOW!
"Help... it... let... go! ...
As I ever want to get"
I have seen the other side
The veil from beyond the grave
Allow me to sit for a spell
And tell you about dead days
Reach out to touch you again
But the darkness closes in
I really wish you could just hear me
But this demon holds me back
Don't you dare pray for me
I am not a heaven man
I have found Hell is home
This has always been my land
Get out
Get out NOW!
Get out
Get out NOW!
"Help... it... let... go! ...
#dark
#Halloween
#ghosts #curse
#ghosts #curse
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Wornwolf
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 6:52am
13th Oct 2021 6:52am
The boogie man
#monsters
#ghosts
#mythology
#luck
#curse
100 reads
10 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
8th Oct 2021 1:26pm
8th Oct 2021 1:26pm
TEN ACRES
He still worked hard, mending things about the place, though you wouldn't know it to look around.
He remembered the big garden.
Chickens in the back yard.
Taking pigs to market.
He liked to stroll along the banks of the cow pond and doze sometimes in the heat of the day under the big sycamore on the far side of the pasture where Jessie couldn't see from the house.
At night he slid between worn cotton sheets to lay next to his wife.
He seldom woke her, but thought she was somehow aware of him.
It was, he felt, where he...
He remembered the big garden.
Chickens in the back yard.
Taking pigs to market.
He liked to stroll along the banks of the cow pond and doze sometimes in the heat of the day under the big sycamore on the far side of the pasture where Jessie couldn't see from the house.
At night he slid between worn cotton sheets to lay next to his wife.
He seldom woke her, but thought she was somehow aware of him.
It was, he felt, where he...
#love
#ghosts
119 reads
14 Comments
Casted_Runes
Turpin
Turpin
Poem Published
5th Oct 2021 11:20pm
5th Oct 2021 11:20pm
The Lock-In
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The pub was as ancient as war and religion. It stood by the docks and so had a constant sea air. Being inside it was like being on a ship. After a while, the atmosphere was so thick that you could almost feel yourself swaying as if the house was being rocked by the sea.
The landlord was a large man affectionately known as Big Bastard, though his real name was George Grantham. Rumour had it that he'd run with gangsters down south in the late ‘60s and ‘70s, bringing a Glasgow smile to the East End underworld as an enforcer, hired out for his especially brutal tactics....
The pub was as ancient as war and religion. It stood by the docks and so had a constant sea air. Being inside it was like being on a ship. After a while, the atmosphere was so thick that you could almost feel yourself swaying as if the house was being rocked by the sea.
The landlord was a large man affectionately known as Big Bastard, though his real name was George Grantham. Rumour had it that he'd run with gangsters down south in the late ‘60s and ‘70s, bringing a Glasgow smile to the East End underworld as an enforcer, hired out for his especially brutal tactics....
#evil
#sea
#ghosts #ShortStory
#ghosts #ShortStory
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Casted_Runes
Turpin
Turpin
Poem Published
5th Oct 2021 6:33am
5th Oct 2021 6:33am
The Comeuppance
TRIGGER WARNING implied serious sexual assault
The MP stood aside to let the police in. He said that he’d found her after turning up for a dinner date (not romantic, he stressed. Purely business. We just needed to compare notes on an upcoming event) and finding her door open. He walked in, calling her name. He could tell that something was off, but he was a decent guy and couldn’t just turn around and leave. And then he found her. Swinging from a bizarre contraption in her bedroom. It was like a cross between a sex swing and an interrogation device from the Inquisition.
...
The MP stood aside to let the police in. He said that he’d found her after turning up for a dinner date (not romantic, he stressed. Purely business. We just needed to compare notes on an upcoming event) and finding her door open. He walked in, calling her name. He could tell that something was off, but he was a decent guy and couldn’t just turn around and leave. And then he found her. Swinging from a bizarre contraption in her bedroom. It was like a cross between a sex swing and an interrogation device from the Inquisition.
...
#murder
#BDSM
#ghosts #ShortStory
#ghosts #ShortStory
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SOPOETIC
Poem Published
24th Sep 2021 2:09pm
24th Sep 2021 2:09pm
Looking Through
I keep seeing flashes of light shadows in the corners of my eyes
I tell myself they are spirits of loved ones come fallen from the skies
I find myself staring into thin air like trying to trick their ghosts
I pretend that I can see them and hope they're the ones I love the most
I wonder where my modernity distaste came from in this empty house
I wither away at procrastination and steal the cheese from the second mouse
I feel the vibrance of my mind drain away with every anti-pyschotic pill
I touch myself as avid as...
I tell myself they are spirits of loved ones come fallen from the skies
I find myself staring into thin air like trying to trick their ghosts
I pretend that I can see them and hope they're the ones I love the most
I wonder where my modernity distaste came from in this empty house
I wither away at procrastination and steal the cheese from the second mouse
I feel the vibrance of my mind drain away with every anti-pyschotic pill
I touch myself as avid as...
#love
#sex
#ghosts #aging
#ghosts #aging
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