Poems About Ghosts Published by Members Recently Online
#ghosts
faithmairee
Poem Published
8th Jun 2024 2:21am
8th Jun 2024 2:21am
The Ghost Of Ethel Allen
She was a beautiful nineteen year old woman brutally murdered then mutilated , her body parts strewn along side of the Indian River in Brevard County, Florida in the 1930's. Her ghost is said to haunt what was then known as Ashley's Tavern in Rockledge, Florida where she reportedly visited often in life.
I vaguely remembered rumors of the now named, Ashley's Restaurant and Bar being haunted. One day, I did some research on the place and read some very intriguing stories of her antics in the restaurant. I remember being really giddy when my ex-husband and I decided to dine...
I vaguely remembered rumors of the now named, Ashley's Restaurant and Bar being haunted. One day, I did some research on the place and read some very intriguing stories of her antics in the restaurant. I remember being really giddy when my ex-husband and I decided to dine...
#ghosts
#murder
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faithmairee
Poem Published
8th Jun 2024 2:21am
8th Jun 2024 2:21am
The Ghost Of Ethel Allen
She was a beautiful nineteen year old woman brutally murdered then mutilated , her body parts strewn along side of the Indian River in Brevard County, Florida in the 1930's. Her ghost is said to haunt what was then known as Ashley's Tavern in Rockledge, Florida where she reportedly visited often in life.
I vaguely remembered rumors of the now named, Ashley's Restaurant and Bar being haunted. One day, I did some research on the place and read some very intriguing stories of her antics in the restaurant. I remember being really giddy when my ex-husband and I decided to dine...
I vaguely remembered rumors of the now named, Ashley's Restaurant and Bar being haunted. One day, I did some research on the place and read some very intriguing stories of her antics in the restaurant. I remember being really giddy when my ex-husband and I decided to dine...
#ghosts
#murder
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PAR
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 3:04pm
11th Nov 2024 3:04pm
Washing the sheets of the ghosts in this madhouse
In the shadows of regret I walk.
Carrying the heavy load of my choices.
Echoes of decisions whisper in my mind...
Bathing me in yellow flowers with every step
like a bitter memory.
Disappointment as a constant specter.
Black wings that surround the heart...
Smothering the light with a veil of sadness.
Bath you in yellow flowers without time
for the desire to change that consumes me.
If I could go back in time and rewrite history...
Erase mistakes or heal wounds
or even exchange each tear for a new moment.
Bath him in...
Carrying the heavy load of my choices.
Echoes of decisions whisper in my mind...
Bathing me in yellow flowers with every step
like a bitter memory.
Disappointment as a constant specter.
Black wings that surround the heart...
Smothering the light with a veil of sadness.
Bath you in yellow flowers without time
for the desire to change that consumes me.
If I could go back in time and rewrite history...
Erase mistakes or heal wounds
or even exchange each tear for a new moment.
Bath him in...
#anxiety
#depression
#ghosts
#patience
#sadness
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5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 3:04pm
11th Nov 2024 3:04pm
Washing the sheets of the ghosts in this madhouse
In the shadows of regret I walk.
Carrying the heavy load of my choices.
Echoes of decisions whisper in my mind...
Bathing me in yellow flowers with every step
like a bitter memory.
Disappointment as a constant specter.
Black wings that surround the heart...
Smothering the light with a veil of sadness.
Bath you in yellow flowers without time
for the desire to change that consumes me.
If I could go back in time and rewrite history...
Erase mistakes or heal wounds
or even exchange each tear for a new moment.
Bath him in...
Carrying the heavy load of my choices.
Echoes of decisions whisper in my mind...
Bathing me in yellow flowers with every step
like a bitter memory.
Disappointment as a constant specter.
Black wings that surround the heart...
Smothering the light with a veil of sadness.
Bath you in yellow flowers without time
for the desire to change that consumes me.
If I could go back in time and rewrite history...
Erase mistakes or heal wounds
or even exchange each tear for a new moment.
Bath him in...
#anxiety
#depression
#ghosts
#patience
#sadness
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5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 3:04pm
11th Nov 2024 3:04pm
Washing the sheets of the ghosts in this madhouse
In the shadows of regret I walk.
Carrying the heavy load of my choices.
Echoes of decisions whisper in my mind...
Bathing me in yellow flowers with every step
like a bitter memory.
Disappointment as a constant specter.
Black wings that surround the heart...
Smothering the light with a veil of sadness.
Bath you in yellow flowers without time
for the desire to change that consumes me.
If I could go back in time and rewrite history...
Erase mistakes or heal wounds
or even exchange each tear for a new moment.
Bath him in...
Carrying the heavy load of my choices.
Echoes of decisions whisper in my mind...
Bathing me in yellow flowers with every step
like a bitter memory.
Disappointment as a constant specter.
Black wings that surround the heart...
Smothering the light with a veil of sadness.
Bath you in yellow flowers without time
for the desire to change that consumes me.
If I could go back in time and rewrite history...
Erase mistakes or heal wounds
or even exchange each tear for a new moment.
Bath him in...
#anxiety
#depression
#ghosts
#patience
#sadness
79 reads
5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 3:04pm
11th Nov 2024 3:04pm
Washing the sheets of the ghosts in this madhouse
In the shadows of regret I walk.
Carrying the heavy load of my choices.
Echoes of decisions whisper in my mind...
Bathing me in yellow flowers with every step
like a bitter memory.
Disappointment as a constant specter.
Black wings that surround the heart...
Smothering the light with a veil of sadness.
Bath you in yellow flowers without time
for the desire to change that consumes me.
If I could go back in time and rewrite history...
Erase mistakes or heal wounds
or even exchange each tear for a new moment.
Bath him in...
Carrying the heavy load of my choices.
Echoes of decisions whisper in my mind...
Bathing me in yellow flowers with every step
like a bitter memory.
Disappointment as a constant specter.
Black wings that surround the heart...
Smothering the light with a veil of sadness.
Bath you in yellow flowers without time
for the desire to change that consumes me.
If I could go back in time and rewrite history...
Erase mistakes or heal wounds
or even exchange each tear for a new moment.
Bath him in...
#anxiety
#depression
#ghosts
#patience
#sadness
79 reads
5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 3:04pm
11th Nov 2024 3:04pm
Washing the sheets of the ghosts in this madhouse
In the shadows of regret I walk.
Carrying the heavy load of my choices.
Echoes of decisions whisper in my mind...
Bathing me in yellow flowers with every step
like a bitter memory.
Disappointment as a constant specter.
Black wings that surround the heart...
Smothering the light with a veil of sadness.
Bath you in yellow flowers without time
for the desire to change that consumes me.
If I could go back in time and rewrite history...
Erase mistakes or heal wounds
or even exchange each tear for a new moment.
Bath him in...
Carrying the heavy load of my choices.
Echoes of decisions whisper in my mind...
Bathing me in yellow flowers with every step
like a bitter memory.
Disappointment as a constant specter.
Black wings that surround the heart...
Smothering the light with a veil of sadness.
Bath you in yellow flowers without time
for the desire to change that consumes me.
If I could go back in time and rewrite history...
Erase mistakes or heal wounds
or even exchange each tear for a new moment.
Bath him in...
#anxiety
#depression
#ghosts
#patience
#sadness
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5 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
1st Feb 2024 00:40am
1st Feb 2024 00:40am
without innocence
ghost stories are for frightened children, he said.
the apparition, upon hearing this,
and being unwilling to frighten children, disappeared into the shadows;
the old man went to bed and, with
his grandson no longer present,
it pleased the apparition to
once again enter his fear raddled head.
that’s how it goes
the apparition, upon hearing this,
and being unwilling to frighten children, disappeared into the shadows;
the old man went to bed and, with
his grandson no longer present,
it pleased the apparition to
once again enter his fear raddled head.
that’s how it goes
#ghosts
#PopCulture
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
1st Feb 2024 00:40am
1st Feb 2024 00:40am
without innocence
ghost stories are for frightened children, he said.
the apparition, upon hearing this,
and being unwilling to frighten children, disappeared into the shadows;
the old man went to bed and, with
his grandson no longer present,
it pleased the apparition to
once again enter his fear raddled head.
that’s how it goes
the apparition, upon hearing this,
and being unwilling to frighten children, disappeared into the shadows;
the old man went to bed and, with
his grandson no longer present,
it pleased the apparition to
once again enter his fear raddled head.
that’s how it goes
#ghosts
#PopCulture
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dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 11:04am
23rd Oct 2024 11:04am
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
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10 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 11:04am
23rd Oct 2024 11:04am
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
204 reads
10 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 10:41pm
6th Jan 2025 10:41pm
Shivers
#ghosts
#sex
#women
200 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Ghosts Published by Members Recently Online
