Long Poems About Ghosts
#ghosts
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 4:34am
7th Sep 2024 4:34am
Lost Kings and Skeletal Crowns
In halls where time doth cease to tread
Where stone and silence keep the dead
A throne room sits in shadow’s keep
Where ancient kings eternal sleep
Their crowns of rust, their robes of dust
Long turned to ash, long broke in trust
They sit on thrones of crumbled might
Enshrouded deep in endless night
The air hangs thick with death’s cold breath
A realm untouched by life or death
No whisper stirs, no flicker’s glow
Just dark that swallows all below
The chandeliers,...
Where stone and silence keep the dead
A throne room sits in shadow’s keep
Where ancient kings eternal sleep
Their crowns of rust, their robes of dust
Long turned to ash, long broke in trust
They sit on thrones of crumbled might
Enshrouded deep in endless night
The air hangs thick with death’s cold breath
A realm untouched by life or death
No whisper stirs, no flicker’s glow
Just dark that swallows all below
The chandeliers,...
#dark
#ghosts
#mythology
#rhyming
#shadows
126 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 5:07pm
6th Sep 2024 5:07pm
Diabolical Oculus
They walk behind with stolen tread
A mirror’s shade of pallid dread
No breath to speak, no eye to see
Yet mock the soul in mockery
They stalk the steps where shadows creep
And haunt the corners dark and deep
With hollow eyes and voiceless call
They mimic life, yet not at all
By Babylon's rivers, dark and wide
They steal the visions prophets cried
Like Jeremiah’s weeping scroll
They haunt the pathways of the soul
They carry words like whispers thin
With hints of wrath and hidden sin
Each gesture wrong, each smile askew...
A mirror’s shade of pallid dread
No breath to speak, no eye to see
Yet mock the soul in mockery
They stalk the steps where shadows creep
And haunt the corners dark and deep
With hollow eyes and voiceless call
They mimic life, yet not at all
By Babylon's rivers, dark and wide
They steal the visions prophets cried
Like Jeremiah’s weeping scroll
They haunt the pathways of the soul
They carry words like whispers thin
With hints of wrath and hidden sin
Each gesture wrong, each smile askew...
#dark
#ghosts
#gothic
#rhyming
#symbolism
189 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 6:36pm
22nd Aug 2024 6:36pm
The Boy in the Woods
I lived with my father in a huntsman's cottage in the woods that local children called haunted, and which attended upon me an atmosphere that I hardly deserved. On warm days my father would let me take the horse through the woods and across the eleven miles to school, on wet days I'm surprised I didn't drown several times in the muddy bog engendered by the rains.
The woods were considered haunted because 70 years prior a huntsman had hung himself from an old oak, and some years later a woman died nearby, her face supposedly held in a wide-eyed rictus of terror. This was the literal...
The woods were considered haunted because 70 years prior a huntsman had hung himself from an old oak, and some years later a woman died nearby, her face supposedly held in a wide-eyed rictus of terror. This was the literal...
#ghosts
#historical
#religion #ShortStory
#religion #ShortStory
164 reads
3 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
21st Aug 2024 12:07pm
21st Aug 2024 12:07pm
Mother Mag
There once lived a woman
In an opulent estate
No amount of wealth
Could spare her this fate
Her name was Mag
She bore a beautiful daughter
Nothing could prepare them
For this unsightly slaughter
They spent their young lives
Creating potions and powders
The alchemical machines could
Not have been any louder
Healers by trade and
Mystics by night
I can still see the way their brooms
Rose with the night
For they were...
In an opulent estate
No amount of wealth
Could spare her this fate
Her name was Mag
She bore a beautiful daughter
Nothing could prepare them
For this unsightly slaughter
They spent their young lives
Creating potions and powders
The alchemical machines could
Not have been any louder
Healers by trade and
Mystics by night
I can still see the way their brooms
Rose with the night
For they were...
#ghosts
#murder
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
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PAR
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 6:35pm
19th Aug 2024 6:35pm
The Shadow Game
In the velvet mansion a crime took place.
Who killed who, no one understood.
The detective, a puppet without ideas,
lost in clues and vain epics.
The butler with satin gloves
hid the poison in the garden.
The lady, with a look of mystery,
kept the secret in her reliquary.
Without clues or direction,
He followed the steps but only saw smoke.
Each suspect has a piece on the board,
But he, a pedestrian, without knowing the script.
In the living room the clock stopped.
Time, an accomplice, hid the crime.
and...
Who killed who, no one understood.
The detective, a puppet without ideas,
lost in clues and vain epics.
The butler with satin gloves
hid the poison in the garden.
The lady, with a look of mystery,
kept the secret in her reliquary.
Without clues or direction,
He followed the steps but only saw smoke.
Each suspect has a piece on the board,
But he, a pedestrian, without knowing the script.
In the living room the clock stopped.
Time, an accomplice, hid the crime.
and...
#anger
#ghosts
#mirror
#murder
#prison
182 reads
5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 12:53pm
16th Jun 2024 12:53pm
Rummaging Through the Dead Lover's Drawers
Everyday ghosts are whispers in the light of day.
Echoes of veiled desires in an empty soul.
They hover over the routine in silence and agony.
They are shadows that follow us in the night and in the sea air.
The ghosts of desire, burning and hidden,
they dance in our dreams covered by thin veils.
They are flames that burn without being seen
in broken hearts, desires that haunt us on uncertain paths.
In haunted houses, endless stories,
spirals of mystery and fear where time has stopped.
There live the specters in the dark...
Echoes of veiled desires in an empty soul.
They hover over the routine in silence and agony.
They are shadows that follow us in the night and in the sea air.
The ghosts of desire, burning and hidden,
they dance in our dreams covered by thin veils.
They are flames that burn without being seen
in broken hearts, desires that haunt us on uncertain paths.
In haunted houses, endless stories,
spirals of mystery and fear where time has stopped.
There live the specters in the dark...
#ghosts
#love
#lover
#lust
#passion
194 reads
6 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
8th Jun 2024 2:21am
8th Jun 2024 2:21am
The Ghost Of Ethel Allen
She was a beautiful nineteen year old woman brutally murdered then mutilated , her body parts strewn along side of the Indian River in Brevard County, Florida in the 1930's. Her ghost is said to haunt what was then known as Ashley's Tavern in Rockledge, Florida where she reportedly visited often in life.
I vaguely remembered rumors of the now named, Ashley's Restaurant and Bar being haunted. One day, I did some research on the place and read some very intriguing stories of her antics in the restaurant. I remember being really giddy when my ex-husband and I decided to dine...
I vaguely remembered rumors of the now named, Ashley's Restaurant and Bar being haunted. One day, I did some research on the place and read some very intriguing stories of her antics in the restaurant. I remember being really giddy when my ex-husband and I decided to dine...
#ghosts
#murder
215 reads
10 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
28th Jan 2024 9:26pm
28th Jan 2024 9:26pm
In Father’s Room
The house on Gorton Street had been one of several whose streets led down to the docks in times gone by, labourers’ houses whose doors and windows were flush with the walls so that the buildings looked like great rectangular blocks, with no adornments. The house appeared in black-and-white films, from the days when an MP’s wife warned that we shouldn’t give the working-class coal because they’ll just store it in their bathtubs. Children would play with sticks and hoops and dollies made from socks while women with scarves around their heads called them in, hauled laundry, and brought home...
#evil
#scary
#ghosts #horror
#ghosts #horror
200 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
17th Nov 2023 11:13am
17th Nov 2023 11:13am
newspaper and frost
a newspaper and frost
The winter of 1947 was very cold, the country was
exhausted, the German army that had given employment
to civilians, had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one for sitting still, she secured two newspaper rounds, I was her little helper, so she could keep an eye on me.
In a courtyard, a man sat on the stone steps into his home, he sat very still and had ice on his eyebrows
I called Mother, and she said the man was dead of frost
She left to find a shop with a telephone and, a few people
had phones back...
The winter of 1947 was very cold, the country was
exhausted, the German army that had given employment
to civilians, had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one for sitting still, she secured two newspaper rounds, I was her little helper, so she could keep an eye on me.
In a courtyard, a man sat on the stone steps into his home, he sat very still and had ice on his eyebrows
I called Mother, and she said the man was dead of frost
She left to find a shop with a telephone and, a few people
had phones back...
#God
#devil
#angels
#ghosts
#witches
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
29th Oct 2023 7:01pm
29th Oct 2023 7:01pm
The Immortality of Happiness
#loneliness
#dark
#rebirth
#ghosts
#ForbiddenLove
204 reads
0 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
9th Oct 2023 8:14pm
9th Oct 2023 8:14pm
Haunted Headache (Halloween Syck House Series)
Going home is a bitch, because all I do is deal with ghost
The spiritual motherfuckas most defiantly be doing the most,
“Every time I unlock the door to let myself in
They change the temperature into an artic freezing wind,
“Covered in frost from my head down to my feet
Now another ghost is bombarding me with intense heat,
“I shake my head and just fucking stare
Because another one is hovering around in my Jordan’s and underwear,
“Constantly they move furniture without my permission
Levitating pots and pans every...
The spiritual motherfuckas most defiantly be doing the most,
“Every time I unlock the door to let myself in
They change the temperature into an artic freezing wind,
“Covered in frost from my head down to my feet
Now another ghost is bombarding me with intense heat,
“I shake my head and just fucking stare
Because another one is hovering around in my Jordan’s and underwear,
“Constantly they move furniture without my permission
Levitating pots and pans every...
#dark
#Halloween
#ghosts
309 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
25th Aug 2023 8:03am
25th Aug 2023 8:03am
fantasy of childhood
The Fantasy of Childhood
There was a tiny house near the main house built I think to house the elderly, but ended up being a place for old furniture, bits, and bobs.
There was a loft where we kids sat, made grand plans
of great daring, mostly in Africa.
Sometimes with the help of a few crates, we made a ship and set sail, Naturally, my friend whose mother worked in a cake shop and brought us day-old cakes, was the ship's captain.
The engineer, whose father had a shop that sold second
thing like shoes, trousers, and whatever, he, the father,
also sold...
There was a tiny house near the main house built I think to house the elderly, but ended up being a place for old furniture, bits, and bobs.
There was a loft where we kids sat, made grand plans
of great daring, mostly in Africa.
Sometimes with the help of a few crates, we made a ship and set sail, Naturally, my friend whose mother worked in a cake shop and brought us day-old cakes, was the ship's captain.
The engineer, whose father had a shop that sold second
thing like shoes, trousers, and whatever, he, the father,
also sold...
#monsters
#ghosts
#aliens #mermaids
#aliens #mermaids
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