Long Poems About Ghosts
#ghosts
Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
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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12 Comments
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
391 reads
3 Comments
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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1 Comment
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
6th Feb 2021 2:15am
6th Feb 2021 2:15am
Do Angels Really Have Wings ??!! Of Course NOT !!
Angels don't have wings !!
Only in visions do they have them.
In Isaiah's vision the angels had wings(Isaiah 6.1-7).
In paintings saints have halos above their heads.
But halos are not really there !!
They are added by the artist for OUR sakes - so we can see who is who.
Ditto with wings.
Angels in paintings have them so that WE can tell that they are angels !!
At the tomb of Christ, there were two angels dressed in shining white.
They told Peter and John, and Mary Magdalene that Jesus had risen...
Only in visions do they have them.
In Isaiah's vision the angels had wings(Isaiah 6.1-7).
In paintings saints have halos above their heads.
But halos are not really there !!
They are added by the artist for OUR sakes - so we can see who is who.
Ditto with wings.
Angels in paintings have them so that WE can tell that they are angels !!
At the tomb of Christ, there were two angels dressed in shining white.
They told Peter and John, and Mary Magdalene that Jesus had risen...
#God
#devil
#angels
#ghosts
#witches
439 reads
3 Comments
Jermainesplain
Poem Published
16th Dec 2020 5:47am
16th Dec 2020 5:47am
Hey Ghosts, No Soliciting On Xmas
Last Christmas Eve, this bitch I used to fuck with (who died from a Fentanyl overdose)... she come walking into my house. She was wearing chains and shit and looking pretty fuckin’ hot for a ghost. She tells me I’m gonna be visited by three ghosts and I’m thinking to myself, this some straight Dickensian shit right here. I ask her where she got them chains and she starts telling me but my mind goes wandering to her hard ass nipples and I’m wondering how ghosts even get cold if they dead, so I don’t really hear whatever the fuck she was trying to say to me. But anyhow, the first ghost was the...
#courage
#inspirational
#Christmas #ghosts
#Christmas #ghosts
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KristinaX
Poem Published
18th Nov 2020 9:28pm
18th Nov 2020 9:28pm
Ghost
Like my words, I wonder if anyone truly sees me
Or is it simply my fate to be ...
Invisible to everyone, as if erased
They have tears in their eyes, they can't explain
That I'm not with them, but I continue to live
I don't know what will be there later, in the other world
Someone went to heaven, and someone went to hell,
and I was left behind
Many more have passed and I am still not in the clouds
What happened, I do not know why I am lost
I do not want to look at their tears
I want to be a guardian angel for them ...
Or is it simply my fate to be ...
Invisible to everyone, as if erased
They have tears in their eyes, they can't explain
That I'm not with them, but I continue to live
I don't know what will be there later, in the other world
Someone went to heaven, and someone went to hell,
and I was left behind
Many more have passed and I am still not in the clouds
What happened, I do not know why I am lost
I do not want to look at their tears
I want to be a guardian angel for them ...
#loneliness
#mirror
#ghosts
#emptiness
#dark
862 reads
16 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
31st Oct 2020 6:26am
31st Oct 2020 6:26am
The Ghost In The Lighthouse
He had seen the lighthouse before during his many visits to Chance Inlet. It was odd, he thought that he had never noticed that the entrance was boarded up untill now.
It was Halloween night and he had decided that this would be the perfect night to go exploring on the inlet. Of course, the lighthouse was his first stop. He stood in front of the lighthouse wondering if he had enough nerve to actually break into it. That was, of course, his main reason for being there; his curiosity concerning the interior of the lighthouse. He tapped his shirt pocket feeling...
It was Halloween night and he had decided that this would be the perfect night to go exploring on the inlet. Of course, the lighthouse was his first stop. He stood in front of the lighthouse wondering if he had enough nerve to actually break into it. That was, of course, his main reason for being there; his curiosity concerning the interior of the lighthouse. He tapped his shirt pocket feeling...
#ghosts
#mystery
422 reads
4 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
13th Sep 2020 12:58pm
13th Sep 2020 12:58pm
Elusive is the Hourglass, oh, Michael...
Seemingly, I laughed along with you
however, bells' reverberations
echoed through eternity and new
bird flocks passed in migration
a river stream in the sky
of wings perfectly synched
It's now time to say goodbye
as I arrived at my journey's end.
I sing, today I feel a child
but my ways do not assume
I love abundance, as it's wild
exotic, colourful, in succulent perfumes;
My Lady, I believe in you, though
you bring inspiration and wisdom - refined
Boredom is a portal, now go
these four walls should...
however, bells' reverberations
echoed through eternity and new
bird flocks passed in migration
a river stream in the sky
of wings perfectly synched
It's now time to say goodbye
as I arrived at my journey's end.
I sing, today I feel a child
but my ways do not assume
I love abundance, as it's wild
exotic, colourful, in succulent perfumes;
My Lady, I believe in you, though
you bring inspiration and wisdom - refined
Boredom is a portal, now go
these four walls should...
#love
#spiritual
#ghosts
#LongDistanceRelationship
#philosophical
547 reads
19 Comments
Scarybutnotscared
Poem Published
7th Aug 2020 3:41am
7th Aug 2020 3:41am
Living with a ghost?
This may all sound like bull shit but it is true I promise you.
So my parents own a old house, it was built in the 1800’s, and we have lived here since my little bother was born so it’s been 23 years so far.
Anyways ever since I can remember my siblings and I ( there and 5 of us) have always thought the house was creepy, it creeked and cracked day and night, and you always felt like their was some one watching you even when it was just you in the room.
You could see things out of the corner of your eyes in every room (it wasn’t just confined to one area.) since...
So my parents own a old house, it was built in the 1800’s, and we have lived here since my little bother was born so it’s been 23 years so far.
Anyways ever since I can remember my siblings and I ( there and 5 of us) have always thought the house was creepy, it creeked and cracked day and night, and you always felt like their was some one watching you even when it was just you in the room.
You could see things out of the corner of your eyes in every room (it wasn’t just confined to one area.) since...
#LifeStruggles
#ghosts
#respect
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6 Comments
Poetic_License
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 8:17pm
4th Jul 2020 8:17pm
Amelia's Box
He spied her in the crowded bar,
A local haunt for regulars,
The pregame, postgame, game time refuge.
In a rolling sea of moving bodies,
Voices crashed and chased each other in crescendo,
She remained still, quiet, ethereal.
She does not belong here.
That was his first lucid thought through an alcohol induced haze.
What is she doing here?
For her part, she sat peacefully, hands atop the bar,
Her auburn locks fell full and loose,
A cascade of fire tumbling over pale shoulders.
He approached, straightening...
A local haunt for regulars,
The pregame, postgame, game time refuge.
In a rolling sea of moving bodies,
Voices crashed and chased each other in crescendo,
She remained still, quiet, ethereal.
She does not belong here.
That was his first lucid thought through an alcohol induced haze.
What is she doing here?
For her part, she sat peacefully, hands atop the bar,
Her auburn locks fell full and loose,
A cascade of fire tumbling over pale shoulders.
He approached, straightening...
#sadness
#rejection
#ghosts
#UnrequitedLove
#disappointment
440 reads
6 Comments
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