Poems About Ghosts Published by Members Recently Online
#ghosts
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
14th Nov 2020 2:38pm
14th Nov 2020 2:38pm
At the Edge of Hell
The stars seem to wink at me
As they glitter and dance above.
An untold secret is whispered
Through autumn branches and Punctuated by the rustling of dry leaves.
Spirits brush my bare skin
With warm hands inside a cool breeze.
They tell me of the stories left unspoken— just a quiet reminder lingering
Long after their footsteps are gone.
I breathe an utterance of gratitude
Lost in this moment among the galaxies.
Once again, a stolen night
Meeting at the edge of two worlds
For a short lived few hours
Of...
As they glitter and dance above.
An untold secret is whispered
Through autumn branches and Punctuated by the rustling of dry leaves.
Spirits brush my bare skin
With warm hands inside a cool breeze.
They tell me of the stories left unspoken— just a quiet reminder lingering
Long after their footsteps are gone.
I breathe an utterance of gratitude
Lost in this moment among the galaxies.
Once again, a stolen night
Meeting at the edge of two worlds
For a short lived few hours
Of...
#BestFriend
#universe
#ghosts
#lover
#addiction
397 reads
1 Comment
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
14th Nov 2020 2:38pm
14th Nov 2020 2:38pm
At the Edge of Hell
The stars seem to wink at me
As they glitter and dance above.
An untold secret is whispered
Through autumn branches and Punctuated by the rustling of dry leaves.
Spirits brush my bare skin
With warm hands inside a cool breeze.
They tell me of the stories left unspoken— just a quiet reminder lingering
Long after their footsteps are gone.
I breathe an utterance of gratitude
Lost in this moment among the galaxies.
Once again, a stolen night
Meeting at the edge of two worlds
For a short lived few hours
Of...
As they glitter and dance above.
An untold secret is whispered
Through autumn branches and Punctuated by the rustling of dry leaves.
Spirits brush my bare skin
With warm hands inside a cool breeze.
They tell me of the stories left unspoken— just a quiet reminder lingering
Long after their footsteps are gone.
I breathe an utterance of gratitude
Lost in this moment among the galaxies.
Once again, a stolen night
Meeting at the edge of two worlds
For a short lived few hours
Of...
#BestFriend
#universe
#ghosts
#lover
#addiction
397 reads
1 Comment
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
14th Nov 2020 2:38pm
14th Nov 2020 2:38pm
At the Edge of Hell
The stars seem to wink at me
As they glitter and dance above.
An untold secret is whispered
Through autumn branches and Punctuated by the rustling of dry leaves.
Spirits brush my bare skin
With warm hands inside a cool breeze.
They tell me of the stories left unspoken— just a quiet reminder lingering
Long after their footsteps are gone.
I breathe an utterance of gratitude
Lost in this moment among the galaxies.
Once again, a stolen night
Meeting at the edge of two worlds
For a short lived few hours
Of...
As they glitter and dance above.
An untold secret is whispered
Through autumn branches and Punctuated by the rustling of dry leaves.
Spirits brush my bare skin
With warm hands inside a cool breeze.
They tell me of the stories left unspoken— just a quiet reminder lingering
Long after their footsteps are gone.
I breathe an utterance of gratitude
Lost in this moment among the galaxies.
Once again, a stolen night
Meeting at the edge of two worlds
For a short lived few hours
Of...
#BestFriend
#universe
#ghosts
#lover
#addiction
397 reads
1 Comment
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
14th Nov 2020 2:38pm
14th Nov 2020 2:38pm
At the Edge of Hell
The stars seem to wink at me
As they glitter and dance above.
An untold secret is whispered
Through autumn branches and Punctuated by the rustling of dry leaves.
Spirits brush my bare skin
With warm hands inside a cool breeze.
They tell me of the stories left unspoken— just a quiet reminder lingering
Long after their footsteps are gone.
I breathe an utterance of gratitude
Lost in this moment among the galaxies.
Once again, a stolen night
Meeting at the edge of two worlds
For a short lived few hours
Of...
As they glitter and dance above.
An untold secret is whispered
Through autumn branches and Punctuated by the rustling of dry leaves.
Spirits brush my bare skin
With warm hands inside a cool breeze.
They tell me of the stories left unspoken— just a quiet reminder lingering
Long after their footsteps are gone.
I breathe an utterance of gratitude
Lost in this moment among the galaxies.
Once again, a stolen night
Meeting at the edge of two worlds
For a short lived few hours
Of...
#BestFriend
#universe
#ghosts
#lover
#addiction
397 reads
1 Comment
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
14th Nov 2020 2:38pm
14th Nov 2020 2:38pm
At the Edge of Hell
The stars seem to wink at me
As they glitter and dance above.
An untold secret is whispered
Through autumn branches and Punctuated by the rustling of dry leaves.
Spirits brush my bare skin
With warm hands inside a cool breeze.
They tell me of the stories left unspoken— just a quiet reminder lingering
Long after their footsteps are gone.
I breathe an utterance of gratitude
Lost in this moment among the galaxies.
Once again, a stolen night
Meeting at the edge of two worlds
For a short lived few hours
Of...
As they glitter and dance above.
An untold secret is whispered
Through autumn branches and Punctuated by the rustling of dry leaves.
Spirits brush my bare skin
With warm hands inside a cool breeze.
They tell me of the stories left unspoken— just a quiet reminder lingering
Long after their footsteps are gone.
I breathe an utterance of gratitude
Lost in this moment among the galaxies.
Once again, a stolen night
Meeting at the edge of two worlds
For a short lived few hours
Of...
#BestFriend
#universe
#ghosts
#lover
#addiction
397 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 10:47pm
13th Feb 2025 10:47pm
The gateways
The elders say that there are those things, that we all will never truly understand, things that are beyond our mortal mere existence. For it's not an mirage, or a figment of your thoughts or imagination. FOR it's real as it goes way back in time, before you and I were ever was Born. FOR sure even back then evil forces, were always against the good spiritual forces of souls of what is good. For I can remember, when I was young somethings from my own dreams, in the wee hours of the night, having feelings like I wasn't really alone in my room. 🫣 Yet I was to afraid to move and tell...
#dialogue
#ghosts
#mythology
#nightmares
#StreamOfConsciousness
77 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 10:47pm
13th Feb 2025 10:47pm
The gateways
The elders say that there are those things, that we all will never truly understand, things that are beyond our mortal mere existence. For it's not an mirage, or a figment of your thoughts or imagination. FOR it's real as it goes way back in time, before you and I were ever was Born. FOR sure even back then evil forces, were always against the good spiritual forces of souls of what is good. For I can remember, when I was young somethings from my own dreams, in the wee hours of the night, having feelings like I wasn't really alone in my room. 🫣 Yet I was to afraid to move and tell...
#dialogue
#ghosts
#mythology
#nightmares
#StreamOfConsciousness
77 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 10:47pm
13th Feb 2025 10:47pm
The gateways
The elders say that there are those things, that we all will never truly understand, things that are beyond our mortal mere existence. For it's not an mirage, or a figment of your thoughts or imagination. FOR it's real as it goes way back in time, before you and I were ever was Born. FOR sure even back then evil forces, were always against the good spiritual forces of souls of what is good. For I can remember, when I was young somethings from my own dreams, in the wee hours of the night, having feelings like I wasn't really alone in my room. 🫣 Yet I was to afraid to move and tell...
#dialogue
#ghosts
#mythology
#nightmares
#StreamOfConsciousness
77 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 10:47pm
13th Feb 2025 10:47pm
The gateways
The elders say that there are those things, that we all will never truly understand, things that are beyond our mortal mere existence. For it's not an mirage, or a figment of your thoughts or imagination. FOR it's real as it goes way back in time, before you and I were ever was Born. FOR sure even back then evil forces, were always against the good spiritual forces of souls of what is good. For I can remember, when I was young somethings from my own dreams, in the wee hours of the night, having feelings like I wasn't really alone in my room. 🫣 Yet I was to afraid to move and tell...
#dialogue
#ghosts
#mythology
#nightmares
#StreamOfConsciousness
77 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 10:47pm
13th Feb 2025 10:47pm
The gateways
The elders say that there are those things, that we all will never truly understand, things that are beyond our mortal mere existence. For it's not an mirage, or a figment of your thoughts or imagination. FOR it's real as it goes way back in time, before you and I were ever was Born. FOR sure even back then evil forces, were always against the good spiritual forces of souls of what is good. For I can remember, when I was young somethings from my own dreams, in the wee hours of the night, having feelings like I wasn't really alone in my room. 🫣 Yet I was to afraid to move and tell...
#dialogue
#ghosts
#mythology
#nightmares
#StreamOfConsciousness
77 reads
0 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
19th Sep 2024 10:21pm
19th Sep 2024 10:21pm
Shameless in Poughkeepsie - with Adagio
Mostly lost among the shadows the old Victorian home weeped from loneliness. Shadowed by the oaks and hemlocks and the memories, but dead is dead and there are no witnesses to the missing corpse because the shadow is my ghost. No time for hysterics. Even ghosts are insomniacs dripping into insanity playing musical chairs and listening to someone else's calliope...perhaps, steampunk's steam roller. The house said nothing. Never complained until the owners wanted to replace the old coal furnace in the bowels of the cellar and modernize the water closet. It was losing its charm.
...
...
#dark
#erotic
#ghosts
117 reads
9 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
19th Sep 2024 10:21pm
19th Sep 2024 10:21pm
Shameless in Poughkeepsie - with Adagio
Mostly lost among the shadows the old Victorian home weeped from loneliness. Shadowed by the oaks and hemlocks and the memories, but dead is dead and there are no witnesses to the missing corpse because the shadow is my ghost. No time for hysterics. Even ghosts are insomniacs dripping into insanity playing musical chairs and listening to someone else's calliope...perhaps, steampunk's steam roller. The house said nothing. Never complained until the owners wanted to replace the old coal furnace in the bowels of the cellar and modernize the water closet. It was losing its charm.
...
...
#dark
#erotic
#ghosts
117 reads
9 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Ghosts Published by Members Recently Online
