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.
PAR
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 12:00pm
25th Jan 2025 12:00pm
Walls, sheets, curtains, all white...
In the silence of the night shadows creep.
Whispers of the unknown stir the soul.
A chill descends, fingers cold and thin,
tugging at the edges of sanity.
The walls breathe a pulse within the stone.
Echoes of footsteps, unseen yet near.
Eyes in the darkness, staring, unblinking.
A presence felt, but never seen.
The air grows thick, a suffocating dread.
Heartbeat pounding like a distant drum.
A flicker of light reveals a hollow face.
Fleshless grin, frozen in eternal scream.
Hands reach from the void,...
Whispers of the unknown stir the soul.
A chill descends, fingers cold and thin,
tugging at the edges of sanity.
The walls breathe a pulse within the stone.
Echoes of footsteps, unseen yet near.
Eyes in the darkness, staring, unblinking.
A presence felt, but never seen.
The air grows thick, a suffocating dread.
Heartbeat pounding like a distant drum.
A flicker of light reveals a hollow face.
Fleshless grin, frozen in eternal scream.
Hands reach from the void,...
#anxiety
#apathy
#emptiness
#ghosts
#scary
83 reads
8 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 00:45am
25th Jan 2025 00:45am
postmortem charades (with Adagio)
with the evidence of charade
touching me post postmortem
lusting with unhinged eyes...
depravity with perils of flesh
naked insanity in grim scenarios...
obsessed
in whispers of autopsy
of dubious consent
paying the piper with my soul
with the incestuous catnip
of the ambiguous blurbs
carnality's potholes
touch me through the veil
scratched and dirty
with your sins
we make clumped earth
our lover's bed bursting with seeds
that will transcend the afterlife
lungs...
touching me post postmortem
lusting with unhinged eyes...
depravity with perils of flesh
naked insanity in grim scenarios...
obsessed
in whispers of autopsy
of dubious consent
paying the piper with my soul
with the incestuous catnip
of the ambiguous blurbs
carnality's potholes
touch me through the veil
scratched and dirty
with your sins
we make clumped earth
our lover's bed bursting with seeds
that will transcend the afterlife
lungs...
#dark
#ghosts
#love #lust
#love #lust
99 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 12:03pm
23rd Jan 2025 12:03pm
Old Wrinkles
Mysteries in arabesque and old wrinkles
of the silence creeping into the grains
in nature's tranquility through cypresses
and monsoons on the Serengeti's veins
listening to echoes of the wildebeest
in caravans along Tanzania...
becoming ghosts
of the silence creeping into the grains
in nature's tranquility through cypresses
and monsoons on the Serengeti's veins
listening to echoes of the wildebeest
in caravans along Tanzania...
becoming ghosts
#ghosts
#nature
#philosophical
86 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 2:30am
20th Jan 2025 2:30am
A Possible Encounter With A Ghost In The Woods
Lisa walked into the woods.
She stopped, breathed heavily and stripped down.
She felt something humping her.
She stopped, breathed heavily and stripped down.
She felt something humping her.
#corruption
#fiction
#forest
#ghosts
#sex
131 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 5:13pm
15th Jan 2025 5:13pm
passing years anf Google
Passing years and Google
I wonder how old one has to be to have a dignified life, Google wants to re-identify myself
It appears there are many of me
They sent me a form where I have to place figures where they sit and move around
the problem is my eyesight is not good after
all at 86 six I’m not a Falk-eyed Indian
How this test can prove whether I’m me and not a company I don’t know
As it is I can’t log into X where I have 200 followers, which at my age is encouraging that there are people who like my view about politics and life in general ...
I wonder how old one has to be to have a dignified life, Google wants to re-identify myself
It appears there are many of me
They sent me a form where I have to place figures where they sit and move around
the problem is my eyesight is not good after
all at 86 six I’m not a Falk-eyed Indian
How this test can prove whether I’m me and not a company I don’t know
As it is I can’t log into X where I have 200 followers, which at my age is encouraging that there are people who like my view about politics and life in general ...
#angels
#devil
#ghosts
#God
#witches
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 8:40pm
13th Jan 2025 8:40pm
In The Cloisters
Dusty highways and forsaken roads
I’ve gone to the devil's home
To tread the path where evil once rode
Forty shells and His word in tome
A break-action adorned in martyr’s bone
Ghost towns still bear the stains of blood
Where the wind whispers in a hollow tone
Carrying rot over the road’s dried mud
Step and approach the warped birch
The stench of corruption thick in the air
Carrion of sin eating at the inverted church
Salvation picked apart upon an altar of despair
...
I’ve gone to the devil's home
To tread the path where evil once rode
Forty shells and His word in tome
A break-action adorned in martyr’s bone
Ghost towns still bear the stains of blood
Where the wind whispers in a hollow tone
Carrying rot over the road’s dried mud
Step and approach the warped birch
The stench of corruption thick in the air
Carrion of sin eating at the inverted church
Salvation picked apart upon an altar of despair
...
#dark
#death
#evil
#ghosts
#religion
86 reads
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CasketSharpe
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 11:22pm
6th Jan 2025 11:22pm
Soulstorm of the Wicked (Ghostlords of the Witch)
Through disease, war and self-destruction the Cunaim city-state fell
They was the greatest of them all who spiraled down broken stairs into hell,
“Those other city-states the Cunaim controlled were put in their place
Even though limited freedom was given they were still looked upon with disgrace,
“One vassal state secretly breed a generation until they bled poisonous blood
Every year performing an evil ritual holiday of sinister loyalty and fake love,
“With a form of Seppuku they would drain themselves dry
Upon farming fields, sewers...
They was the greatest of them all who spiraled down broken stairs into hell,
“Those other city-states the Cunaim controlled were put in their place
Even though limited freedom was given they were still looked upon with disgrace,
“One vassal state secretly breed a generation until they bled poisonous blood
Every year performing an evil ritual holiday of sinister loyalty and fake love,
“With a form of Seppuku they would drain themselves dry
Upon farming fields, sewers...
#dark
#evil
#ghosts #sacrifice
#ghosts #sacrifice
88 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 10:41pm
6th Jan 2025 10:41pm
Shivers
#ghosts
#sex
#women
233 reads
6 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 1:46pm
6th Jan 2025 1:46pm
The Bloodied Dandy
The hotel had been running since the Middle Ages and did a roaring trade in kitsch tours for people wanting to experience a little of the horror of murders that had happened there. Although the proprietors were innocent (tour guides employed by the hotel were at pains to emphasise) there was a conspiracy of highwaymen, as the 18th became the 19th century, to lure travellers and then kill and rob them in their rooms. One young Pink of the Ton (meaning a fashionable young man) was lured by the promise of elopement with a woman with whom he thought he had been in correspondence.
I was...
I was...
#ghosts
#historical
#horror #ShortStory
#horror #ShortStory
108 reads
3 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 9:09pm
5th Jan 2025 9:09pm
Haunted Flurries
I sit by death’s cold door
A certain expiration date
Soon from here, I’ll be no more
Solemnly resigned to fate
Winter winds cold as old sin
Frost blooms on glassy panes
Ice and snow asking to be let in
Blanketing the frozen lanes
I dwell on winters long since passed
On sins and sorrow, deep and raw
Lives traded, cut short too fast
By the flick of pen and manmade law
The scene obscures in icy gales
Thoughts dissolve in the pale frost
What’s this shadow, thin and frail?
A sight that leaves my stomach...
A certain expiration date
Soon from here, I’ll be no more
Solemnly resigned to fate
Winter winds cold as old sin
Frost blooms on glassy panes
Ice and snow asking to be let in
Blanketing the frozen lanes
I dwell on winters long since passed
On sins and sorrow, deep and raw
Lives traded, cut short too fast
By the flick of pen and manmade law
The scene obscures in icy gales
Thoughts dissolve in the pale frost
What’s this shadow, thin and frail?
A sight that leaves my stomach...
#dark
#evil
#ghosts
#morality
#regret
76 reads
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 2:36am
3rd Jan 2025 2:36am
A Possible Ghostly Tease
John saw Denise standing naked.
"No! You're dead!" was what he said.
When he approached, she disappeared.
"No! You're dead!" was what he said.
When he approached, she disappeared.
#dark
#fiction
#ghosts
#lover
#sex
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0 Comments
HadesRising
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 8:16pm
24th Dec 2024 8:16pm
ASHES FALLING LIKE SNOWFLAKES
And once
Upon a merry Christmas
A tree adorned at midnight
With lights
Twinkling upon the tinsel
And gifts wrapped in bows beneath
beneath
b e n e a t h
b e n e a t h
Those memories fading from yesteryear
Voices of the departed that I hear
Are you dead or am I a Christmas ghost
Ashes falling like snowflakes with spirits I toast
Each Eve
One ornament is entombed
In a mistletoe graveyard
Decay
The memories in whiskey
Soaked nightmares gifted to me
to me ...
Upon a merry Christmas
A tree adorned at midnight
With lights
Twinkling upon the tinsel
And gifts wrapped in bows beneath
beneath
b e n e a t h
b e n e a t h
Those memories fading from yesteryear
Voices of the departed that I hear
Are you dead or am I a Christmas ghost
Ashes falling like snowflakes with spirits I toast
Each Eve
One ornament is entombed
In a mistletoe graveyard
Decay
The memories in whiskey
Soaked nightmares gifted to me
to me ...
#Christmas
#depression
#ghosts
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