Poems About Ghosts Published by Members Recently Online
#ghosts
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Jul 2024 10:39am
14th Jul 2024 10:39am
Boho Cosmos
What do the hot headed stars do
but seek the cool of the night
where flares have room to take their flight
in triumph arcs the angels knew.
From star to star they flew and flew
as nebulae condensed and spun
in playgrounds of atomic fun
and spectral beams where new stars grew.
But in that chaos old stars died
in detonations so immense
it fucked up sacred confidence
like something god had badly fried.
So now the bits are left above
still glowing from that frightful blast
when all the big...
but seek the cool of the night
where flares have room to take their flight
in triumph arcs the angels knew.
From star to star they flew and flew
as nebulae condensed and spun
in playgrounds of atomic fun
and spectral beams where new stars grew.
But in that chaos old stars died
in detonations so immense
it fucked up sacred confidence
like something god had badly fried.
So now the bits are left above
still glowing from that frightful blast
when all the big...
#ghosts
#sky
#stars #universe
#stars #universe
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4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Jul 2024 10:39am
14th Jul 2024 10:39am
Boho Cosmos
What do the hot headed stars do
but seek the cool of the night
where flares have room to take their flight
in triumph arcs the angels knew.
From star to star they flew and flew
as nebulae condensed and spun
in playgrounds of atomic fun
and spectral beams where new stars grew.
But in that chaos old stars died
in detonations so immense
it fucked up sacred confidence
like something god had badly fried.
So now the bits are left above
still glowing from that frightful blast
when all the big...
but seek the cool of the night
where flares have room to take their flight
in triumph arcs the angels knew.
From star to star they flew and flew
as nebulae condensed and spun
in playgrounds of atomic fun
and spectral beams where new stars grew.
But in that chaos old stars died
in detonations so immense
it fucked up sacred confidence
like something god had badly fried.
So now the bits are left above
still glowing from that frightful blast
when all the big...
#ghosts
#sky
#stars #universe
#stars #universe
203 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Jul 2024 10:39am
14th Jul 2024 10:39am
Boho Cosmos
What do the hot headed stars do
but seek the cool of the night
where flares have room to take their flight
in triumph arcs the angels knew.
From star to star they flew and flew
as nebulae condensed and spun
in playgrounds of atomic fun
and spectral beams where new stars grew.
But in that chaos old stars died
in detonations so immense
it fucked up sacred confidence
like something god had badly fried.
So now the bits are left above
still glowing from that frightful blast
when all the big...
but seek the cool of the night
where flares have room to take their flight
in triumph arcs the angels knew.
From star to star they flew and flew
as nebulae condensed and spun
in playgrounds of atomic fun
and spectral beams where new stars grew.
But in that chaos old stars died
in detonations so immense
it fucked up sacred confidence
like something god had badly fried.
So now the bits are left above
still glowing from that frightful blast
when all the big...
#ghosts
#sky
#stars #universe
#stars #universe
203 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Jul 2024 10:39am
14th Jul 2024 10:39am
Boho Cosmos
What do the hot headed stars do
but seek the cool of the night
where flares have room to take their flight
in triumph arcs the angels knew.
From star to star they flew and flew
as nebulae condensed and spun
in playgrounds of atomic fun
and spectral beams where new stars grew.
But in that chaos old stars died
in detonations so immense
it fucked up sacred confidence
like something god had badly fried.
So now the bits are left above
still glowing from that frightful blast
when all the big...
but seek the cool of the night
where flares have room to take their flight
in triumph arcs the angels knew.
From star to star they flew and flew
as nebulae condensed and spun
in playgrounds of atomic fun
and spectral beams where new stars grew.
But in that chaos old stars died
in detonations so immense
it fucked up sacred confidence
like something god had badly fried.
So now the bits are left above
still glowing from that frightful blast
when all the big...
#ghosts
#sky
#stars #universe
#stars #universe
203 reads
4 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 5:35am
2nd Jun 2020 5:35am
ghost in the flesh
living for the sake of living; only a ghost would understand; most would feel distain as if the ghost's a "common man";
the only purpose that a ghost lives for is to not die in agony....
there's nothing else to live for, in a place filled with landmines....
the only purpose that a ghost lives for is to not die in agony....
there's nothing else to live for, in a place filled with landmines....
#identity
#ghosts
#honesty #philosophical
#honesty #philosophical
291 reads
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 5:35am
2nd Jun 2020 5:35am
ghost in the flesh
living for the sake of living; only a ghost would understand; most would feel distain as if the ghost's a "common man";
the only purpose that a ghost lives for is to not die in agony....
there's nothing else to live for, in a place filled with landmines....
the only purpose that a ghost lives for is to not die in agony....
there's nothing else to live for, in a place filled with landmines....
#identity
#ghosts
#honesty #philosophical
#honesty #philosophical
291 reads
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 5:35am
2nd Jun 2020 5:35am
ghost in the flesh
living for the sake of living; only a ghost would understand; most would feel distain as if the ghost's a "common man";
the only purpose that a ghost lives for is to not die in agony....
there's nothing else to live for, in a place filled with landmines....
the only purpose that a ghost lives for is to not die in agony....
there's nothing else to live for, in a place filled with landmines....
#identity
#ghosts
#honesty #philosophical
#honesty #philosophical
291 reads
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 5:35am
2nd Jun 2020 5:35am
ghost in the flesh
living for the sake of living; only a ghost would understand; most would feel distain as if the ghost's a "common man";
the only purpose that a ghost lives for is to not die in agony....
there's nothing else to live for, in a place filled with landmines....
the only purpose that a ghost lives for is to not die in agony....
there's nothing else to live for, in a place filled with landmines....
#identity
#ghosts
#honesty #philosophical
#honesty #philosophical
291 reads
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
I...
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
I...
#dark
#evil
#scary
#ghosts
#fear
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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
I...
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
I...
#dark
#evil
#scary
#ghosts
#fear
356 reads
0 Comments
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
I...
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
I...
#dark
#evil
#scary
#ghosts
#fear
356 reads
0 Comments
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
I...
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
I...
#dark
#evil
#scary
#ghosts
#fear
356 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Ghosts Published by Members Recently Online
