Popular Poems About Ghosts

Today, I don’t feel like writing
because I feel like a ghost.

I’ve been floating around all day,
suspended in air as I haunt
the hallways with a hollow stare.

I’m frustrated with myself because
I haven’t been able to take care
of my fading mental health.

It feels like my legs are barely moving
and my feet are on wheels,
gliding over the floor with liquid motion.

I am permeable, one with the air around me.

Today’s theme song sounds like
yesterday’s news - overplayed,
understimulated, recycled...

Like a silhouette, a shadow on the wall
of memories in footsteps echoing time.
A cloaked ghost in the fading hoary
descends stairs as the pendulum chimes.
To a shady boon of dark souls,
over the brow of the falling hoary.
Listening to the voices of the tomb builders
as they shouldered their spades.  

Like an intricately shattered silhouette,
a hellish shadow strikes the wall.
Memories of footsteps shuffling
through the aching whine of fallen time.
Regret ancient echoes crowding my mind
of ghosts cloaked in...

come
show yourself,
get
out of
my mind.
let me
recognize
your waking
desire,
unspeaking
thin voice,
the seamless
breath,
guardians creep
in haunted
moments,
each lease
presents itself,
no remorse,
no regrets,
footsteps
never afraid
to trespass,
wandering back
into
that cloaked
underworld.

I’m a stone in a world of flowers

the curious call of moors,
the old crow language
of wings circling
their ancient dead

peat bodies rotting beneath the weight
of seventies murder. The swaying
New Romantics surrendering to the dark.

I am grey beaches in homeless overcoats,
banshees of Tudor shipwrecks
shaking bone rattles in violent storms.

I am poverty
and steel
and recklessness

an IRA wound on a city wall; coal crowns
of Thatcherite rule haloing unforgiving
stomachs of shoeless...