Long Poems About Ghosts
#ghosts
SOPOETIC
M.O.A.N.S
M.O.A.N.S
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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Hellarchy
Poem Published
5th Sep 2021 2:04pm
5th Sep 2021 2:04pm
It Watches
In my peripheral something shifts
It's always there, watching
Gaze on my back never lifts
In every shadow stalking
Were I to quickly turn to see
Would there be nothing there?
Try to ignore it anxiously
Feeling prickling, raising hairs
Is this real or in my head?
This presence filling me with dread
Would it be worse to be insane?
Or to an apparition chained
No answer comes
To fear I numb
I...
It's always there, watching
Gaze on my back never lifts
In every shadow stalking
Were I to quickly turn to see
Would there be nothing there?
Try to ignore it anxiously
Feeling prickling, raising hairs
Is this real or in my head?
This presence filling me with dread
Would it be worse to be insane?
Or to an apparition chained
No answer comes
To fear I numb
I...
#dark
#evil
#scary
#ghosts
#fear
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jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
5th Aug 2021 10:37pm
5th Aug 2021 10:37pm
Bittersweet Release
#lust
#erotic
#dreams
#ghosts
#orgasm
273 reads
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The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 11:05pm
13th Jun 2021 11:05pm
Lizzie
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The first ghost story I heard
was told in the playground, when I
was eight or nine. It was called Lizzie,
and about a woman of that name
who kills her newborn and hides it in
a closet under the stairs.
(My house had such a closet,
so this became the scene.)
Several years passed,
apparently without
degradations of the flesh
that would make the child in the closet
reveal itself.
But one night as she dozed
Lizzie heard a voice at the foot of the stairs.
‘Lizzie... I’m on the...
The first ghost story I heard
was told in the playground, when I
was eight or nine. It was called Lizzie,
and about a woman of that name
who kills her newborn and hides it in
a closet under the stairs.
(My house had such a closet,
so this became the scene.)
Several years passed,
apparently without
degradations of the flesh
that would make the child in the closet
reveal itself.
But one night as she dozed
Lizzie heard a voice at the foot of the stairs.
‘Lizzie... I’m on the...
#hate
#ghosts
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Timagination543
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 2:57pm
10th Jun 2021 2:57pm
The Ghost Train
Hello friends. My name is Glen Harper and if you like scary stories I've got one for you I don't share with many people. You see, friends of mine told me I probably dreamed it all up being I take some medication now and then for my blood pressure. But I know I didn't. I know what I saw and heard that day and I'll never forget it as long as I live.
So if you want to hear it...well, here it goes.
When it comes to exercise, I love to walk. I have this a routine I do every day and Ridgecrest road - near where I live - is the perfect place to do it. It's quiet, and the scenic...
So if you want to hear it...well, here it goes.
When it comes to exercise, I love to walk. I have this a routine I do every day and Ridgecrest road - near where I live - is the perfect place to do it. It's quiet, and the scenic...
#scary
#ghosts
#trains
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Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 12:06pm
9th Jun 2021 12:06pm
Monsters: Ep. 4 Gannicus Doppelganger
#monsters
#vampires
#ghosts
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2 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
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Dre_k47
DreJames
DreJames
Poem Published
23rd May 2021 8:24pm
23rd May 2021 8:24pm
Camping Trip #2
#sex
#dreams
#utopia
#ghosts
#dirty
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
10th May 2021 10:56pm
10th May 2021 10:56pm
In His Beloved's Arms
There was black ice on the bridge
And the night was dark and cold
But he couldn’t wait to see her
Driving all night was brave and bold
He parked his car across the street
Then softly knocked on her door
But it seemed like no one was home
So he sat disheartened on the floor
He decided to go back to the car
But to his luck the car was stolen
So he decided to take long walk
Until his feet hurt and were swollen
He came upon an old shabby motel
But the lobby was vacant and empty
No one answered the desk bell ...
And the night was dark and cold
But he couldn’t wait to see her
Driving all night was brave and bold
He parked his car across the street
Then softly knocked on her door
But it seemed like no one was home
So he sat disheartened on the floor
He decided to go back to the car
But to his luck the car was stolen
So he decided to take long walk
Until his feet hurt and were swollen
He came upon an old shabby motel
But the lobby was vacant and empty
No one answered the desk bell ...
#sadness
#love
#death #ghosts
#death #ghosts
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
15th Mar 2021 10:14am
15th Mar 2021 10:14am
Young Earth versus Old Earth
Young Earth Creationists claim that death came as a result of sin - man's sin.
According to this view, everything was "good..very good"(Genesis 1.10,12,18,21,25 and 31) up until sin came into the world.
But the Old Earth view is that physical death preceded sin.
It was spiritual death that came with sin.
We're talking 2 totally different types of death here !!
It seems to me that the YEC view is UNTENABLE based on the hypothetical situation where man didn't sin.
Imagine that Adam and Eve didn't eat the forbidden fruit.
According to this...
According to this view, everything was "good..very good"(Genesis 1.10,12,18,21,25 and 31) up until sin came into the world.
But the Old Earth view is that physical death preceded sin.
It was spiritual death that came with sin.
We're talking 2 totally different types of death here !!
It seems to me that the YEC view is UNTENABLE based on the hypothetical situation where man didn't sin.
Imagine that Adam and Eve didn't eat the forbidden fruit.
According to this...
#angels
#ghosts
#witches
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missjem56
Poem Published
19th Feb 2021 1:25am
19th Feb 2021 1:25am
The Three Doors
Wandering through a small forest
I came across an old gnarled tree
As i drew even closer
It had a doorway i could see
It was all wonky, and misshapen
My curiosity took control
As i pushed it wide open
It swallowed me whole
I was sucked into a world of cats
Some were flying, some sound asleep
And others were simply walking around
With purrings so very deep
Others gently brushed my legs
Guiding me like that
Leading me to another cat
Which was sat upon a mat
This cat then spoke to me
Saying "i purr therefore i...
I came across an old gnarled tree
As i drew even closer
It had a doorway i could see
It was all wonky, and misshapen
My curiosity took control
As i pushed it wide open
It swallowed me whole
I was sucked into a world of cats
Some were flying, some sound asleep
And others were simply walking around
With purrings so very deep
Others gently brushed my legs
Guiding me like that
Leading me to another cat
Which was sat upon a mat
This cat then spoke to me
Saying "i purr therefore i...
#cats
#ghosts
#fairies
#mystery
#surreal
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
16th Feb 2021 2:41am
16th Feb 2021 2:41am
At The Mall With Blind Joe Death and dada
A nearly non-descript fellow in a gray flannel suit is on the down steps of the
blessed escalator in a mall near you.
The only odd thing about him his head, which is wrapped in dirty, stained white linen. Meet Blind Joe Death.
He's followed by another fellow even more non-descript than he, so why
bother to attempt to describe him. suffice to say he's in "human" in
form, as is the other guy.
The first "other guy" likes his name of "Blind joe
Death". Everybody thinks they "know" him, And that's okay withol' B.J.
...
blessed escalator in a mall near you.
The only odd thing about him his head, which is wrapped in dirty, stained white linen. Meet Blind Joe Death.
He's followed by another fellow even more non-descript than he, so why
bother to attempt to describe him. suffice to say he's in "human" in
form, as is the other guy.
The first "other guy" likes his name of "Blind joe
Death". Everybody thinks they "know" him, And that's okay withol' B.J.
...
#fate
#ghosts
#dialogue
#dystopian
#manipulation
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