Long Poems About Ghosts
#ghosts
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2023 00:44am
2nd Aug 2023 00:44am
The Jesus Clock
a ghost story
Jonathan was visiting his sister. She lived in a flat in what had once been a large family home, and then a guest house catering to families taking their holidays by the sea in the 1950s. Now it was just a rather shabby block of flats, the sort of place with greying carpet in the hall and bills piled up for all to see on a table by the front door.
Jonathan was worried about his sister. Her name was Janet and she collected things, obsessively, accruing them from charity shops. She was what was once described as "soft in the head"; Jonathan wasn't...
Jonathan was visiting his sister. She lived in a flat in what had once been a large family home, and then a guest house catering to families taking their holidays by the sea in the 1950s. Now it was just a rather shabby block of flats, the sort of place with greying carpet in the hall and bills piled up for all to see on a table by the front door.
Jonathan was worried about his sister. Her name was Janet and she collected things, obsessively, accruing them from charity shops. She was what was once described as "soft in the head"; Jonathan wasn't...
#evil
#scary
#ghosts #horror
#ghosts #horror
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
20th May 2023 1:51am
20th May 2023 1:51am
My Memories of Mary
#regret
#dreams
#ghosts
#memories
#tragedy
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
6th May 2023 3:45am
6th May 2023 3:45am
The Little Girl who Loved the Earth
- The Little Girl who Loved the Earth -
In the golden light of a certain afternoon, many years ago,
After a walk through the woods, the rays of the sun shining...
Through curtains of green, as if of uncanny paths to show,
I came upon a place unknown to me through any divining.
Past fields and forests, past gardens and pastures pristine,
The scent of the grass, of tall pines, and of earth in the air...
I came to a place where the scent of lilies could be gleaned,
And there I saw a little girl with long and lovely raven hair.
Dressed she...
In the golden light of a certain afternoon, many years ago,
After a walk through the woods, the rays of the sun shining...
Through curtains of green, as if of uncanny paths to show,
I came upon a place unknown to me through any divining.
Past fields and forests, past gardens and pastures pristine,
The scent of the grass, of tall pines, and of earth in the air...
I came to a place where the scent of lilies could be gleaned,
And there I saw a little girl with long and lovely raven hair.
Dressed she...
#countryside
#environment
#nature
#ghosts
#memories
272 reads
4 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
18th Apr 2023 2:47am
18th Apr 2023 2:47am
Sherlock Holmes: The Adventure of the Abandoned Abbey
- Sherlock Holmes: The Adventure of the Abandoned Abbey -
It was not uncommon for me to check the mail and correspondences when my friend and colleague, the consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, was otherwise unable to do so for whatever the reason. But on one occasion, it was singular to mention because I found among the usual something a bit strange. It was a sealed letter sent from someone with only the initials V.M. The address connected to it was one I recognized, and that was what made it strange. It was the location of an abandoned abbey from the past century. A location...
It was not uncommon for me to check the mail and correspondences when my friend and colleague, the consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, was otherwise unable to do so for whatever the reason. But on one occasion, it was singular to mention because I found among the usual something a bit strange. It was a sealed letter sent from someone with only the initials V.M. The address connected to it was one I recognized, and that was what made it strange. It was the location of an abandoned abbey from the past century. A location...
#secrets
#ghosts
#travel
#mystery
#deception
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
20th Dec 2022 00:09am
20th Dec 2022 00:09am
Whore’s Folly
We were lured to the house on the promise of free beer and cheap women.
Even in the current year among supposedly enlightened twenty-something tech bros, that was a tempting offer. The house was one of those old country piles just about maintained by the faded aristocracy, the sons of families that had once been rich enough to never see a poor person even while being served by them. The current lord now lived in what had been the gamekeeper’s cottage and rented out Edwin Hall for people to hold events.
It looked like the house in one of the Sherlock Holmes stories that...
Even in the current year among supposedly enlightened twenty-something tech bros, that was a tempting offer. The house was one of those old country piles just about maintained by the faded aristocracy, the sons of families that had once been rich enough to never see a poor person even while being served by them. The current lord now lived in what had been the gamekeeper’s cottage and rented out Edwin Hall for people to hold events.
It looked like the house in one of the Sherlock Holmes stories that...
#Christmas
#ghosts
#ShortStory #horror
#ShortStory #horror
435 reads
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Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
16th Dec 2022 10:25pm
16th Dec 2022 10:25pm
God f**k Ye Merry Gentlemen
I could tell Jo had been drinking whilst writing her Xmas Cards, on catching sight of my enveloped address. It tilted like a capsizing ship.
Jo’s perennial greetings seemed to mark a gradual descent into an alcoholic abyss. Her reputation as a ‘party-girl’ at College had been built on an appetite for drinking. Jo’s nickname, The Dentist, reflected her ability to offer simultaneous blow-jobs.
She disliked the moniker at the time, and as the years unfolded, she grew to harbour resentment towards its continued use. In the manner of things, the more she protested, the...
Jo’s perennial greetings seemed to mark a gradual descent into an alcoholic abyss. Her reputation as a ‘party-girl’ at College had been built on an appetite for drinking. Jo’s nickname, The Dentist, reflected her ability to offer simultaneous blow-jobs.
She disliked the moniker at the time, and as the years unfolded, she grew to harbour resentment towards its continued use. In the manner of things, the more she protested, the...
#satirical
#ghosts
#masculinity
263 reads
7 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
9th Dec 2022 7:05pm
9th Dec 2022 7:05pm
Woodswomen
They'd gone on the trip because of Sophie, who fancied herself a survivalist and had her own blog on the theme, called Woodswoman.
That one of their group was overweight and another more used to surviving the Black Friday crushes at London department stores was irrelevant. They went to a small town near the Welsh border. To one side of the town were deep woods, which the group set out to explore. Some years ago a nightclub bouncer had gone on a killing spree and hid in those woods for more than a month before dying in a shootout with police.
'It'll be just like...
That one of their group was overweight and another more used to surviving the Black Friday crushes at London department stores was irrelevant. They went to a small town near the Welsh border. To one side of the town were deep woods, which the group set out to explore. Some years ago a nightclub bouncer had gone on a killing spree and hid in those woods for more than a month before dying in a shootout with police.
'It'll be just like...
#murder
#ghosts
#ShortStory #horror
#ShortStory #horror
357 reads
3 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
8th Dec 2022 4:49pm
8th Dec 2022 4:49pm
Poems Written on Seaside Postcards (collaboration with Casted_Runes)
Miss Wales, 1982
Oh dear, the palpable fear
News splashed like seagull shit.
The Fingering Wall beside the Fair -
Miss Wales, what did you do?
Giving head to a judge
Swallowed your pride
Senile, semen of bile,
Dethroned to whirl of waltzers.
Stiff sea breeze roughed her candy-floss hair.
Sauce for the Chips
Greetings from sunny Clacton!
This long weekend is on its way:
we met these swingers on the pier
and had our tea with them.
They’re down at the holiday camp, near
where your Becky used...
Oh dear, the palpable fear
News splashed like seagull shit.
The Fingering Wall beside the Fair -
Miss Wales, what did you do?
Giving head to a judge
Swallowed your pride
Senile, semen of bile,
Dethroned to whirl of waltzers.
Stiff sea breeze roughed her candy-floss hair.
Sauce for the Chips
Greetings from sunny Clacton!
This long weekend is on its way:
we met these swingers on the pier
and had our tea with them.
They’re down at the holiday camp, near
where your Becky used...
#sea
#ghosts
#nostalgia #Britain
#nostalgia #Britain
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2022 8:19pm
23rd Nov 2022 8:19pm
Lone Worker
a ghost story
According to the centre's "lone worker" policy, Michael shouldn't have even been there.
He worked for a car insurance company, enforcing the policies of various brands. (Though the company called him an "emergency responder", he couldn't think of many 999 operators required to bully drivers for insurance information before rescuing them and their children from a busy layby.) Of a night, it was normally just him and four other workers in the centre. Any less and the calls were re-routed elsewhere. Certainly, no one was officially allowed to be alone in...
According to the centre's "lone worker" policy, Michael shouldn't have even been there.
He worked for a car insurance company, enforcing the policies of various brands. (Though the company called him an "emergency responder", he couldn't think of many 999 operators required to bully drivers for insurance information before rescuing them and their children from a busy layby.) Of a night, it was normally just him and four other workers in the centre. Any less and the calls were re-routed elsewhere. Certainly, no one was officially allowed to be alone in...
#scary
#ghosts
#ShortStory #horror
#ShortStory #horror
226 reads
2 Comments
theskyatdawn2
Poem Published
25th Oct 2022 10:36am
25th Oct 2022 10:36am
The Ghost of Castle Keep
On a gloomy rainy night, with lightning in the sky,
Sounds of howling winds, seem to moan and cry.
There lies a steep mountain with a castle keep,
On a narrow road where the darkness does sleep.
There is a small village near by, within a tavern stay
The late night patrons gather, whom have tales to say.
They speak of the castle, dark, remote and dreary,
And about an angry ghost that searches the halls, so weary.
The phantom wears heavy chains, links made by his deeds,
Weighing him down in frustration, where his evil breeds.
They...
Sounds of howling winds, seem to moan and cry.
There lies a steep mountain with a castle keep,
On a narrow road where the darkness does sleep.
There is a small village near by, within a tavern stay
The late night patrons gather, whom have tales to say.
They speak of the castle, dark, remote and dreary,
And about an angry ghost that searches the halls, so weary.
The phantom wears heavy chains, links made by his deeds,
Weighing him down in frustration, where his evil breeds.
They...
#Halloween
#scary
#ghosts
379 reads
4 Comments
theskyatdawn2
Poem Published
25th Oct 2022 00:23am
25th Oct 2022 00:23am
Her Phantom Lover
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#sensual
#ghosts
368 reads
6 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
12th Oct 2022 8:31pm
12th Oct 2022 8:31pm
We are Born Again as Gods
Why do we deify our dead?
Right from the shock of a slap
on the back of the child to start
the motor that purrs, hums, snores,
right from the rupture,
surfacing blind from placenta,
from the gift of first gasp,
human begins the decay,
the decline to grey and hobble,
the blackening of lung and liver,
the shattering of hipbone,
stubbornness of breathing falters,
the breath one cannot hold
for a minute is held forever,
cavities are now a stage
for the...
Right from the shock of a slap
on the back of the child to start
the motor that purrs, hums, snores,
right from the rupture,
surfacing blind from placenta,
from the gift of first gasp,
human begins the decay,
the decline to grey and hobble,
the blackening of lung and liver,
the shattering of hipbone,
stubbornness of breathing falters,
the breath one cannot hold
for a minute is held forever,
cavities are now a stage
for the...
#death
#religion
#ghosts #aging
#ghosts #aging
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