Poems About Ghosts Published by Members Recently Online
#ghosts
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Sep 2023 4:35pm
9th Sep 2023 4:35pm
Into the Reaches of the Universe
Not yet fully explained
From the unimaginable density and heat
To subatomic particles formed
Through primordial elements coalesced
After millions and millions of years
We are born
We are only here but for the mere blink of an eye
Building and destroying
Suffering and enjoying the creations we made
So that after whatever principles and machinations we lead
In whatever lives we live
All we leave behind is memory
The physical goes back to the elements…dispersed
While the soul lives in the remembrance of those still...
From the unimaginable density and heat
To subatomic particles formed
Through primordial elements coalesced
After millions and millions of years
We are born
We are only here but for the mere blink of an eye
Building and destroying
Suffering and enjoying the creations we made
So that after whatever principles and machinations we lead
In whatever lives we live
All we leave behind is memory
The physical goes back to the elements…dispersed
While the soul lives in the remembrance of those still...
#death
#spiritual
#ghosts
327 reads
14 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Sep 2023 4:35pm
9th Sep 2023 4:35pm
Into the Reaches of the Universe
Not yet fully explained
From the unimaginable density and heat
To subatomic particles formed
Through primordial elements coalesced
After millions and millions of years
We are born
We are only here but for the mere blink of an eye
Building and destroying
Suffering and enjoying the creations we made
So that after whatever principles and machinations we lead
In whatever lives we live
All we leave behind is memory
The physical goes back to the elements…dispersed
While the soul lives in the remembrance of those still...
From the unimaginable density and heat
To subatomic particles formed
Through primordial elements coalesced
After millions and millions of years
We are born
We are only here but for the mere blink of an eye
Building and destroying
Suffering and enjoying the creations we made
So that after whatever principles and machinations we lead
In whatever lives we live
All we leave behind is memory
The physical goes back to the elements…dispersed
While the soul lives in the remembrance of those still...
#death
#spiritual
#ghosts
327 reads
14 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Sep 2023 4:35pm
9th Sep 2023 4:35pm
Into the Reaches of the Universe
Not yet fully explained
From the unimaginable density and heat
To subatomic particles formed
Through primordial elements coalesced
After millions and millions of years
We are born
We are only here but for the mere blink of an eye
Building and destroying
Suffering and enjoying the creations we made
So that after whatever principles and machinations we lead
In whatever lives we live
All we leave behind is memory
The physical goes back to the elements…dispersed
While the soul lives in the remembrance of those still...
From the unimaginable density and heat
To subatomic particles formed
Through primordial elements coalesced
After millions and millions of years
We are born
We are only here but for the mere blink of an eye
Building and destroying
Suffering and enjoying the creations we made
So that after whatever principles and machinations we lead
In whatever lives we live
All we leave behind is memory
The physical goes back to the elements…dispersed
While the soul lives in the remembrance of those still...
#death
#spiritual
#ghosts
327 reads
14 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 10:04am
23rd Oct 2024 10:04am
spooky table talk
on a moonlit night
in the scent of fresh blood
the clock strikes twelve
in the whispers of unrequited love
two souls collide terrifyingly
they plan to have fun until the morning light
from the bowl of flesh,
he picks up a piece and rubs it on her
he breaks her red nails
hanging in the air with his sharp teeth
the guests at a wickedly sexy party
watch this sex act sultry
with a devilish smile,
he pulls her half-cut lip apart with
his drumsticks-adorned finger and swallows...
in the scent of fresh blood
the clock strikes twelve
in the whispers of unrequited love
two souls collide terrifyingly
they plan to have fun until the morning light
from the bowl of flesh,
he picks up a piece and rubs it on her
he breaks her red nails
hanging in the air with his sharp teeth
the guests at a wickedly sexy party
watch this sex act sultry
with a devilish smile,
he pulls her half-cut lip apart with
his drumsticks-adorned finger and swallows...
#ghosts
#witches
230 reads
10 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 10:04am
23rd Oct 2024 10:04am
spooky table talk
on a moonlit night
in the scent of fresh blood
the clock strikes twelve
in the whispers of unrequited love
two souls collide terrifyingly
they plan to have fun until the morning light
from the bowl of flesh,
he picks up a piece and rubs it on her
he breaks her red nails
hanging in the air with his sharp teeth
the guests at a wickedly sexy party
watch this sex act sultry
with a devilish smile,
he pulls her half-cut lip apart with
his drumsticks-adorned finger and swallows...
in the scent of fresh blood
the clock strikes twelve
in the whispers of unrequited love
two souls collide terrifyingly
they plan to have fun until the morning light
from the bowl of flesh,
he picks up a piece and rubs it on her
he breaks her red nails
hanging in the air with his sharp teeth
the guests at a wickedly sexy party
watch this sex act sultry
with a devilish smile,
he pulls her half-cut lip apart with
his drumsticks-adorned finger and swallows...
#ghosts
#witches
230 reads
10 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
24th Jul 2021 3:10am
24th Jul 2021 3:10am
A Ghost Called Love
Where is the heart
if not within, to wherefore
leads our past wherein
a clock which chimes tells not
the hour lest we but listen;
our fruit grow sour.
We can't know, can't see but yet
it holds true what we beget
from each ghost we need so much
and heretofore we speak as such.
What mystery and fluid form
should give such life
and ourselves warm
if not for less and all for more
unto which we give no harm.
I loved her as I love you;
ne'er a fact did ring so true --
If you be gone than so...
if not within, to wherefore
leads our past wherein
a clock which chimes tells not
the hour lest we but listen;
our fruit grow sour.
We can't know, can't see but yet
it holds true what we beget
from each ghost we need so much
and heretofore we speak as such.
What mystery and fluid form
should give such life
and ourselves warm
if not for less and all for more
unto which we give no harm.
I loved her as I love you;
ne'er a fact did ring so true --
If you be gone than so...
#love
#ghosts
#WHAuden
574 reads
10 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
24th Jul 2021 3:10am
24th Jul 2021 3:10am
A Ghost Called Love
Where is the heart
if not within, to wherefore
leads our past wherein
a clock which chimes tells not
the hour lest we but listen;
our fruit grow sour.
We can't know, can't see but yet
it holds true what we beget
from each ghost we need so much
and heretofore we speak as such.
What mystery and fluid form
should give such life
and ourselves warm
if not for less and all for more
unto which we give no harm.
I loved her as I love you;
ne'er a fact did ring so true --
If you be gone than so...
if not within, to wherefore
leads our past wherein
a clock which chimes tells not
the hour lest we but listen;
our fruit grow sour.
We can't know, can't see but yet
it holds true what we beget
from each ghost we need so much
and heretofore we speak as such.
What mystery and fluid form
should give such life
and ourselves warm
if not for less and all for more
unto which we give no harm.
I loved her as I love you;
ne'er a fact did ring so true --
If you be gone than so...
#love
#ghosts
#WHAuden
574 reads
10 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
24th Jul 2021 3:10am
24th Jul 2021 3:10am
A Ghost Called Love
Where is the heart
if not within, to wherefore
leads our past wherein
a clock which chimes tells not
the hour lest we but listen;
our fruit grow sour.
We can't know, can't see but yet
it holds true what we beget
from each ghost we need so much
and heretofore we speak as such.
What mystery and fluid form
should give such life
and ourselves warm
if not for less and all for more
unto which we give no harm.
I loved her as I love you;
ne'er a fact did ring so true --
If you be gone than so...
if not within, to wherefore
leads our past wherein
a clock which chimes tells not
the hour lest we but listen;
our fruit grow sour.
We can't know, can't see but yet
it holds true what we beget
from each ghost we need so much
and heretofore we speak as such.
What mystery and fluid form
should give such life
and ourselves warm
if not for less and all for more
unto which we give no harm.
I loved her as I love you;
ne'er a fact did ring so true --
If you be gone than so...
#love
#ghosts
#WHAuden
574 reads
10 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Jul 2024 9:39am
14th Jul 2024 9:39am
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
254 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Jul 2024 9:39am
14th Jul 2024 9:39am
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
254 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Jul 2024 9:39am
14th Jul 2024 9:39am
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
254 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Jul 2024 9:39am
14th Jul 2024 9:39am
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
254 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Ghosts Published by Members Recently Online
