Long Poems About Ghosts
#ghosts
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
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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
633 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
540 reads
14 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
5th Oct 2021 6:33am
5th Oct 2021 6:33am
The Comeuppance
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.
Several detectives paled on seeing the aftermath. One...
Several detectives paled on seeing the aftermath. One...
#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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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 ...
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 ...
#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
759 reads
6 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 11:05pm
13th Jun 2021 11:05pm
Lizzie
1
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
327 reads
1 Comment
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
621 reads
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
244 reads
6 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
26th May 2021 8:41pm
26th May 2021 8:41pm
Poltergeist
Haunted,
a flickering vision
in the corner of my eye,
a gentle touch,
a loving caress,
a whisper of breath softly on neck.
the ghost of your love,
surrounding me,
warming me,
enveloping my soul,
giving me strength to live another day.
I breath you in,
the memory of you,
the gentleness of...
a flickering vision
in the corner of my eye,
a gentle touch,
a loving caress,
a whisper of breath softly on neck.
the ghost of your love,
surrounding me,
warming me,
enveloping my soul,
giving me strength to live another day.
I breath you in,
the memory of you,
the gentleness of...
#love
#hope
#ghosts #bittersweet
#ghosts #bittersweet
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2 Comments
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