Ghost Poems
#ghosts
Ghost poems about the souls or spirits of dead people. Poetry about ghosts, ranging from an invisible presence to a translucent shape or realistic, lifelike vision. Superstitious poetry about ghosts, and poems about interactions with a spirit world.
Blake's Ghost Hunters and the Web of Madness: Part Two
#dark
#ghosts
#horror
#scifi
#ShortStory
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Blake's Ghost Hunters and the Web of Madness: Part One
#dark
#ghosts
#horror
#scifi
#ShortStory
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Reading Victorian ghost stories
Reading Victorian ghost stories
can sometimes leave you wondering,
when authors say that what she said
when haunting yonder glen
cannot be written down ‘til dead,
because it be wrought with unpleasantries
unfit for ears that need guiding.
But from the vantage point of “modern day”
I cannot really say if what D Dinglet said,
as Parson spoke to her (the upright Cornishman
misled, perhaps, by some prudish morality)
was truly horrible - that she was murdered, say,
or forced upon by him she claims wronged her.
Or if she simply...
can sometimes leave you wondering,
when authors say that what she said
when haunting yonder glen
cannot be written down ‘til dead,
because it be wrought with unpleasantries
unfit for ears that need guiding.
But from the vantage point of “modern day”
I cannot really say if what D Dinglet said,
as Parson spoke to her (the upright Cornishman
misled, perhaps, by some prudish morality)
was truly horrible - that she was murdered, say,
or forced upon by him she claims wronged her.
Or if she simply...
#culture
#ghosts
#historical #morality
#historical #morality
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A Steam Room Ghost Encounter
Cody stepped into the sauna.
He saw Carrie standing naked before him.
She disappeared after he blinked.
He saw Carrie standing naked before him.
She disappeared after he blinked.
#fiction
#friendship
#ghosts
#home
#sex
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Faithful Alice: A Lyrical Ghost Story and True Tragedy
- Faithful Alice: A Lyrical Ghost Story and True Tragedy -
What is a blessing, when so many tragedies hath befallen,
Leaving a soul to believe that they walk eternally accursed...
Cleaved from Paradise's light, to walk in places of darkness?
Loving, lusting, craving, bleeding, dying, and still returning! Sin.
The chaos of this world multiplies, until it is well swollen,
Pregnant with horror, until the very earth hath become bled...
And the innocent scream, in equal parts fear and also distress.
If I hath become Hell, then I walk alive yet burning....
What is a blessing, when so many tragedies hath befallen,
Leaving a soul to believe that they walk eternally accursed...
Cleaved from Paradise's light, to walk in places of darkness?
Loving, lusting, craving, bleeding, dying, and still returning! Sin.
The chaos of this world multiplies, until it is well swollen,
Pregnant with horror, until the very earth hath become bled...
And the innocent scream, in equal parts fear and also distress.
If I hath become Hell, then I walk alive yet burning....
#anger
#death
#ghosts
#grief
#love
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Ghost in the deep forest
Early morning walk
A misty path
The river sleeping
The time i pass
The forest a legend
A book of past
An eerie aura
A spell was cast
The earth was mild
To stir the dust
I heard a whisper
A tune in the hush
Pan was hidden
A foggy ghost
The tune echoed
The sparkling moss
As the shine was peeping
flickering between the trunks
A first poetic chapter
in Nature's charm
A misty path
The river sleeping
The time i pass
The forest a legend
A book of past
An eerie aura
A spell was cast
The earth was mild
To stir the dust
I heard a whisper
A tune in the hush
Pan was hidden
A foggy ghost
The tune echoed
The sparkling moss
As the shine was peeping
flickering between the trunks
A first poetic chapter
in Nature's charm
#admiration
#emotions
#fairies
#ghosts
#motivational
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Dark World Within
a fate indescribable in a world in ruins
silence echoes where laughter once peals
grey skies over chaos remnants
in slumbering sleep the world that was
in cities of wandering ghosts
shrouded in clouds and memories
lost as in roads overgrown
nature return in its natural claims
Vibrant gardens replaced by despair
birds song now brittle in decay
seeds of discontent sowed in pathment cracks
roving around without feathers
the night is pierced by no stars
not aglow within ashes
whispers in a world reborn ...
silence echoes where laughter once peals
grey skies over chaos remnants
in slumbering sleep the world that was
in cities of wandering ghosts
shrouded in clouds and memories
lost as in roads overgrown
nature return in its natural claims
Vibrant gardens replaced by despair
birds song now brittle in decay
seeds of discontent sowed in pathment cracks
roving around without feathers
the night is pierced by no stars
not aglow within ashes
whispers in a world reborn ...
#dreams
#ghosts
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Washing the sheets of the ghosts in this madhouse
In the shadows of regret I walk.
Carrying the heavy load of my choices.
Echoes of decisions whisper in my mind...
Bathing me in yellow flowers with every step
like a bitter memory.
Disappointment as a constant specter.
Black wings that surround the heart...
Smothering the light with a veil of sadness.
Bath you in yellow flowers without time
for the desire to change that consumes me.
If I could go back in time and rewrite history...
Erase mistakes or heal wounds
or even exchange each tear for a new moment.
Bath him in...
Carrying the heavy load of my choices.
Echoes of decisions whisper in my mind...
Bathing me in yellow flowers with every step
like a bitter memory.
Disappointment as a constant specter.
Black wings that surround the heart...
Smothering the light with a veil of sadness.
Bath you in yellow flowers without time
for the desire to change that consumes me.
If I could go back in time and rewrite history...
Erase mistakes or heal wounds
or even exchange each tear for a new moment.
Bath him in...
#anxiety
#depression
#ghosts
#patience
#sadness
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Inconvenience
Vanity vanishes in the thin air...
Was it a kiss? Was it a crash?
This pair in despair, unapproachable!
Velvety ice explodes in tongues skin.
Was it this or was it that?
This flair is such an unfair rain.
Drain my body in seconds
skin abandoned in the background
useless, timeless, nevertheless...
Avoiding falling in trhe void.
Trying, failling, crying and sailling
away from your overwelming presence.
Was it a bliss? Was it a rash?
Is it the first next step to go from here?
In the air,...
Was it a kiss? Was it a crash?
This pair in despair, unapproachable!
Velvety ice explodes in tongues skin.
Was it this or was it that?
This flair is such an unfair rain.
Drain my body in seconds
skin abandoned in the background
useless, timeless, nevertheless...
Avoiding falling in trhe void.
Trying, failling, crying and sailling
away from your overwelming presence.
Was it a bliss? Was it a rash?
Is it the first next step to go from here?
In the air,...
#anxiety
#confessional
#ghosts
#myself
#strength
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Cold cold flesh coils
Another day ends.
Another soul lost.
Just another peaceful winter night.
Just the streets and the crisp crisp air that pleases my lungs as they burn in cold contentment.
This isn't living.
Not just being alive...
Death is coequal with love and life.
Not a curse-
(Not a kindness)
I don't ask for much.
And I don't mind when I don't get much either.
It's these moments that I shall keep.
When my soil puppet like the snow fades away in the nice night air.
Don't remember me.
Wounds and loss deepest in my view.
To...
Another soul lost.
Just another peaceful winter night.
Just the streets and the crisp crisp air that pleases my lungs as they burn in cold contentment.
This isn't living.
Not just being alive...
Death is coequal with love and life.
Not a curse-
(Not a kindness)
I don't ask for much.
And I don't mind when I don't get much either.
It's these moments that I shall keep.
When my soil puppet like the snow fades away in the nice night air.
Don't remember me.
Wounds and loss deepest in my view.
To...
#emptiness
#ghosts
#IMissYou
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The Party on the Stairs
We had a party on the stairs,
the ghostly belles and I,
and in that space between the dawn
and when the cockerel cries
we talked of many things,
including how I’d one day wear
a death mask just like theirs,
of powder and patch
and one beauty mark
to anchor the face to the room.
How in this world a woman is a ghost
before even her limbs have stilled,
her heart stopped beating in its cage,
her corset loosed at last.
the ghostly belles and I,
and in that space between the dawn
and when the cockerel cries
we talked of many things,
including how I’d one day wear
a death mask just like theirs,
of powder and patch
and one beauty mark
to anchor the face to the room.
How in this world a woman is a ghost
before even her limbs have stilled,
her heart stopped beating in its cage,
her corset loosed at last.
#beauty
#feminism
#ghosts #historical
#ghosts #historical
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The Spooks come out at Night
👻Ghosts 👻
👺Goblins👺
🧙♀️Witches that soar🧙♀️
👽Aliens are Creeping up at your door👽
🐺Wolves that Howl🐺
👾Monster that Growl👾
Spooks of All kinds are on the
Prowl!!!
So, stay at home and don't
come out!!
That's Right!!!!
For the Spooks
👻SO SPOOKY!!!! 👻
come out at night!!
Lock your doors for, you'll be in for a Fright!!!
THE SPOOKS ON (HALLOWEEN) COME OUT AT NIGHT!!!!!! ...
👺Goblins👺
🧙♀️Witches that soar🧙♀️
👽Aliens are Creeping up at your door👽
🐺Wolves that Howl🐺
👾Monster that Growl👾
Spooks of All kinds are on the
Prowl!!!
So, stay at home and don't
come out!!
That's Right!!!!
For the Spooks
👻SO SPOOKY!!!! 👻
come out at night!!
Lock your doors for, you'll be in for a Fright!!!
THE SPOOKS ON (HALLOWEEN) COME OUT AT NIGHT!!!!!! ...
#fear
#ghosts
#Halloween
#horror
#scary
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