Poems About Ghosts Published by Members Recently Online
#ghosts
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
24th Aug 2019 2:11am
24th Aug 2019 2:11am
Presumptively Generalized Cultural Prognosis, (2-17-19, 11:00am, Palm Springs, California)
suddenly
while slowly sipping
on my mornings
first espresso
this thin
vague thought
quietly arose
like a flowing
tendrilled wisp
of mysterious
dreamlike smoke
hypnotic
in its
unfurling
sprawl
to whisperingly
occur to me
and subtly lift
to my
semi entranced
peripheral attention
the self reflective
hidden essence
of its
newly risen
somewhat threadbare
realization
which without
any conscious
resistance
from myself ...
while slowly sipping
on my mornings
first espresso
this thin
vague thought
quietly arose
like a flowing
tendrilled wisp
of mysterious
dreamlike smoke
hypnotic
in its
unfurling
sprawl
to whisperingly
occur to me
and subtly lift
to my
semi entranced
peripheral attention
the self reflective
hidden essence
of its
newly risen
somewhat threadbare
realization
which without
any conscious
resistance
from myself ...
#devil
#angels
#ghosts #aliens
#ghosts #aliens
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
24th Aug 2019 2:11am
24th Aug 2019 2:11am
Presumptively Generalized Cultural Prognosis, (2-17-19, 11:00am, Palm Springs, California)
suddenly
while slowly sipping
on my mornings
first espresso
this thin
vague thought
quietly arose
like a flowing
tendrilled wisp
of mysterious
dreamlike smoke
hypnotic
in its
unfurling
sprawl
to whisperingly
occur to me
and subtly lift
to my
semi entranced
peripheral attention
the self reflective
hidden essence
of its
newly risen
somewhat threadbare
realization
which without
any conscious
resistance
from myself ...
while slowly sipping
on my mornings
first espresso
this thin
vague thought
quietly arose
like a flowing
tendrilled wisp
of mysterious
dreamlike smoke
hypnotic
in its
unfurling
sprawl
to whisperingly
occur to me
and subtly lift
to my
semi entranced
peripheral attention
the self reflective
hidden essence
of its
newly risen
somewhat threadbare
realization
which without
any conscious
resistance
from myself ...
#devil
#angels
#ghosts #aliens
#ghosts #aliens
201 reads
0 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
24th Aug 2019 2:11am
24th Aug 2019 2:11am
Presumptively Generalized Cultural Prognosis, (2-17-19, 11:00am, Palm Springs, California)
suddenly
while slowly sipping
on my mornings
first espresso
this thin
vague thought
quietly arose
like a flowing
tendrilled wisp
of mysterious
dreamlike smoke
hypnotic
in its
unfurling
sprawl
to whisperingly
occur to me
and subtly lift
to my
semi entranced
peripheral attention
the self reflective
hidden essence
of its
newly risen
somewhat threadbare
realization
which without
any conscious
resistance
from myself ...
while slowly sipping
on my mornings
first espresso
this thin
vague thought
quietly arose
like a flowing
tendrilled wisp
of mysterious
dreamlike smoke
hypnotic
in its
unfurling
sprawl
to whisperingly
occur to me
and subtly lift
to my
semi entranced
peripheral attention
the self reflective
hidden essence
of its
newly risen
somewhat threadbare
realization
which without
any conscious
resistance
from myself ...
#devil
#angels
#ghosts #aliens
#ghosts #aliens
201 reads
0 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
24th Aug 2019 2:11am
24th Aug 2019 2:11am
Presumptively Generalized Cultural Prognosis, (2-17-19, 11:00am, Palm Springs, California)
suddenly
while slowly sipping
on my mornings
first espresso
this thin
vague thought
quietly arose
like a flowing
tendrilled wisp
of mysterious
dreamlike smoke
hypnotic
in its
unfurling
sprawl
to whisperingly
occur to me
and subtly lift
to my
semi entranced
peripheral attention
the self reflective
hidden essence
of its
newly risen
somewhat threadbare
realization
which without
any conscious
resistance
from myself ...
while slowly sipping
on my mornings
first espresso
this thin
vague thought
quietly arose
like a flowing
tendrilled wisp
of mysterious
dreamlike smoke
hypnotic
in its
unfurling
sprawl
to whisperingly
occur to me
and subtly lift
to my
semi entranced
peripheral attention
the self reflective
hidden essence
of its
newly risen
somewhat threadbare
realization
which without
any conscious
resistance
from myself ...
#devil
#angels
#ghosts #aliens
#ghosts #aliens
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javalini
Poem Published
8th Oct 2021 1:26pm
8th Oct 2021 1:26pm
TEN ACRES
He still worked hard, mending things about the place, though you wouldn't know it to look around.
He remembered the big garden.
Chickens in the back yard.
Taking pigs to market.
He liked to stroll along the banks of the cow pond and doze sometimes in the heat of the day under the big sycamore on the far side of the pasture where Jessie couldn't see from the house.
At night he slid between worn cotton sheets to lay next to his wife.
He seldom woke her, but thought she was somehow aware of him.
It was, he felt, where he...
He remembered the big garden.
Chickens in the back yard.
Taking pigs to market.
He liked to stroll along the banks of the cow pond and doze sometimes in the heat of the day under the big sycamore on the far side of the pasture where Jessie couldn't see from the house.
At night he slid between worn cotton sheets to lay next to his wife.
He seldom woke her, but thought she was somehow aware of him.
It was, he felt, where he...
#love
#ghosts
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14 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
8th Oct 2021 1:26pm
8th Oct 2021 1:26pm
TEN ACRES
He still worked hard, mending things about the place, though you wouldn't know it to look around.
He remembered the big garden.
Chickens in the back yard.
Taking pigs to market.
He liked to stroll along the banks of the cow pond and doze sometimes in the heat of the day under the big sycamore on the far side of the pasture where Jessie couldn't see from the house.
At night he slid between worn cotton sheets to lay next to his wife.
He seldom woke her, but thought she was somehow aware of him.
It was, he felt, where he...
He remembered the big garden.
Chickens in the back yard.
Taking pigs to market.
He liked to stroll along the banks of the cow pond and doze sometimes in the heat of the day under the big sycamore on the far side of the pasture where Jessie couldn't see from the house.
At night he slid between worn cotton sheets to lay next to his wife.
He seldom woke her, but thought she was somehow aware of him.
It was, he felt, where he...
#love
#ghosts
120 reads
14 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
31st Oct 2020 6:26am
31st Oct 2020 6:26am
The Ghost In The Lighthouse
He had seen the lighthouse before during his many visits to Chance Inlet. It was odd, he thought that he had never noticed that the entrance was boarded up untill now.
It was Halloween night and he had decided that this would be the perfect night to go exploring on the inlet. Of course, the lighthouse was his first stop. He stood in front of the lighthouse wondering if he had enough nerve to actually break into it. That was, of course, his main reason for being there; his curiosity concerning the interior of the lighthouse. He tapped his shirt pocket feeling...
It was Halloween night and he had decided that this would be the perfect night to go exploring on the inlet. Of course, the lighthouse was his first stop. He stood in front of the lighthouse wondering if he had enough nerve to actually break into it. That was, of course, his main reason for being there; his curiosity concerning the interior of the lighthouse. He tapped his shirt pocket feeling...
#ghosts
#mystery
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4 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
31st Oct 2020 6:26am
31st Oct 2020 6:26am
The Ghost In The Lighthouse
He had seen the lighthouse before during his many visits to Chance Inlet. It was odd, he thought that he had never noticed that the entrance was boarded up untill now.
It was Halloween night and he had decided that this would be the perfect night to go exploring on the inlet. Of course, the lighthouse was his first stop. He stood in front of the lighthouse wondering if he had enough nerve to actually break into it. That was, of course, his main reason for being there; his curiosity concerning the interior of the lighthouse. He tapped his shirt pocket feeling...
It was Halloween night and he had decided that this would be the perfect night to go exploring on the inlet. Of course, the lighthouse was his first stop. He stood in front of the lighthouse wondering if he had enough nerve to actually break into it. That was, of course, his main reason for being there; his curiosity concerning the interior of the lighthouse. He tapped his shirt pocket feeling...
#ghosts
#mystery
154 reads
4 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
13th Sep 2020 12:58pm
13th Sep 2020 12:58pm
Elusive is the Hourglass, oh, Michael...
Seemingly, I laughed along with you
however, bells' reverberations
echoed through eternity and new
bird flocks passed in migration
a river stream in the sky
of wings perfectly synched
It's now time to say goodbye
as I arrived at my journey's end.
I sing, today I feel a child
but my ways do not assume
I love abundance, as it's wild
exotic, colourful, in succulent perfumes;
My Lady, I believe in you, though
you bring inspiration and wisdom - refined
Boredom is a portal, now go
these four walls should...
however, bells' reverberations
echoed through eternity and new
bird flocks passed in migration
a river stream in the sky
of wings perfectly synched
It's now time to say goodbye
as I arrived at my journey's end.
I sing, today I feel a child
but my ways do not assume
I love abundance, as it's wild
exotic, colourful, in succulent perfumes;
My Lady, I believe in you, though
you bring inspiration and wisdom - refined
Boredom is a portal, now go
these four walls should...
#love
#spiritual
#ghosts
#LongDistanceRelationship
#philosophical
198 reads
19 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
13th Sep 2020 12:58pm
13th Sep 2020 12:58pm
Elusive is the Hourglass, oh, Michael...
Seemingly, I laughed along with you
however, bells' reverberations
echoed through eternity and new
bird flocks passed in migration
a river stream in the sky
of wings perfectly synched
It's now time to say goodbye
as I arrived at my journey's end.
I sing, today I feel a child
but my ways do not assume
I love abundance, as it's wild
exotic, colourful, in succulent perfumes;
My Lady, I believe in you, though
you bring inspiration and wisdom - refined
Boredom is a portal, now go
these four walls should...
however, bells' reverberations
echoed through eternity and new
bird flocks passed in migration
a river stream in the sky
of wings perfectly synched
It's now time to say goodbye
as I arrived at my journey's end.
I sing, today I feel a child
but my ways do not assume
I love abundance, as it's wild
exotic, colourful, in succulent perfumes;
My Lady, I believe in you, though
you bring inspiration and wisdom - refined
Boredom is a portal, now go
these four walls should...
#love
#spiritual
#ghosts
#LongDistanceRelationship
#philosophical
198 reads
19 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
13th Sep 2020 12:58pm
13th Sep 2020 12:58pm
Elusive is the Hourglass, oh, Michael...
Seemingly, I laughed along with you
however, bells' reverberations
echoed through eternity and new
bird flocks passed in migration
a river stream in the sky
of wings perfectly synched
It's now time to say goodbye
as I arrived at my journey's end.
I sing, today I feel a child
but my ways do not assume
I love abundance, as it's wild
exotic, colourful, in succulent perfumes;
My Lady, I believe in you, though
you bring inspiration and wisdom - refined
Boredom is a portal, now go
these four walls should...
however, bells' reverberations
echoed through eternity and new
bird flocks passed in migration
a river stream in the sky
of wings perfectly synched
It's now time to say goodbye
as I arrived at my journey's end.
I sing, today I feel a child
but my ways do not assume
I love abundance, as it's wild
exotic, colourful, in succulent perfumes;
My Lady, I believe in you, though
you bring inspiration and wisdom - refined
Boredom is a portal, now go
these four walls should...
#love
#spiritual
#ghosts
#LongDistanceRelationship
#philosophical
198 reads
19 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
13th Sep 2020 12:58pm
13th Sep 2020 12:58pm
Elusive is the Hourglass, oh, Michael...
Seemingly, I laughed along with you
however, bells' reverberations
echoed through eternity and new
bird flocks passed in migration
a river stream in the sky
of wings perfectly synched
It's now time to say goodbye
as I arrived at my journey's end.
I sing, today I feel a child
but my ways do not assume
I love abundance, as it's wild
exotic, colourful, in succulent perfumes;
My Lady, I believe in you, though
you bring inspiration and wisdom - refined
Boredom is a portal, now go
these four walls should...
however, bells' reverberations
echoed through eternity and new
bird flocks passed in migration
a river stream in the sky
of wings perfectly synched
It's now time to say goodbye
as I arrived at my journey's end.
I sing, today I feel a child
but my ways do not assume
I love abundance, as it's wild
exotic, colourful, in succulent perfumes;
My Lady, I believe in you, though
you bring inspiration and wisdom - refined
Boredom is a portal, now go
these four walls should...
#love
#spiritual
#ghosts
#LongDistanceRelationship
#philosophical
198 reads
19 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Ghosts Published by Members Recently Online
