Poems About Ghosts Published by Members Recently Online
#ghosts
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 7:04pm
8th Apr 2024 7:04pm
Uninspired
Today, I don’t feel like writing
because I feel like a ghost.
I’ve been floating around all day,
suspended in air as I haunt
the hallways with a hollow stare.
I’m frustrated with myself because
I haven’t been able to take care
of my fading mental health.
It feels like my legs are barely moving
and my feet are on wheels,
gliding over the floor with liquid motion.
I am permeable, one with the air around me.
Today’s theme song sounds like
yesterday’s news - overplayed,
understimulated, recycled...
because I feel like a ghost.
I’ve been floating around all day,
suspended in air as I haunt
the hallways with a hollow stare.
I’m frustrated with myself because
I haven’t been able to take care
of my fading mental health.
It feels like my legs are barely moving
and my feet are on wheels,
gliding over the floor with liquid motion.
I am permeable, one with the air around me.
Today’s theme song sounds like
yesterday’s news - overplayed,
understimulated, recycled...
#depression
#ghosts
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2024
84 reads
12 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 7:04pm
8th Apr 2024 7:04pm
Uninspired
Today, I don’t feel like writing
because I feel like a ghost.
I’ve been floating around all day,
suspended in air as I haunt
the hallways with a hollow stare.
I’m frustrated with myself because
I haven’t been able to take care
of my fading mental health.
It feels like my legs are barely moving
and my feet are on wheels,
gliding over the floor with liquid motion.
I am permeable, one with the air around me.
Today’s theme song sounds like
yesterday’s news - overplayed,
understimulated, recycled...
because I feel like a ghost.
I’ve been floating around all day,
suspended in air as I haunt
the hallways with a hollow stare.
I’m frustrated with myself because
I haven’t been able to take care
of my fading mental health.
It feels like my legs are barely moving
and my feet are on wheels,
gliding over the floor with liquid motion.
I am permeable, one with the air around me.
Today’s theme song sounds like
yesterday’s news - overplayed,
understimulated, recycled...
#depression
#ghosts
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2024
84 reads
12 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 7:04pm
8th Apr 2024 7:04pm
Uninspired
Today, I don’t feel like writing
because I feel like a ghost.
I’ve been floating around all day,
suspended in air as I haunt
the hallways with a hollow stare.
I’m frustrated with myself because
I haven’t been able to take care
of my fading mental health.
It feels like my legs are barely moving
and my feet are on wheels,
gliding over the floor with liquid motion.
I am permeable, one with the air around me.
Today’s theme song sounds like
yesterday’s news - overplayed,
understimulated, recycled...
because I feel like a ghost.
I’ve been floating around all day,
suspended in air as I haunt
the hallways with a hollow stare.
I’m frustrated with myself because
I haven’t been able to take care
of my fading mental health.
It feels like my legs are barely moving
and my feet are on wheels,
gliding over the floor with liquid motion.
I am permeable, one with the air around me.
Today’s theme song sounds like
yesterday’s news - overplayed,
understimulated, recycled...
#depression
#ghosts
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2024
84 reads
12 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 7:04pm
8th Apr 2024 7:04pm
Uninspired
Today, I don’t feel like writing
because I feel like a ghost.
I’ve been floating around all day,
suspended in air as I haunt
the hallways with a hollow stare.
I’m frustrated with myself because
I haven’t been able to take care
of my fading mental health.
It feels like my legs are barely moving
and my feet are on wheels,
gliding over the floor with liquid motion.
I am permeable, one with the air around me.
Today’s theme song sounds like
yesterday’s news - overplayed,
understimulated, recycled...
because I feel like a ghost.
I’ve been floating around all day,
suspended in air as I haunt
the hallways with a hollow stare.
I’m frustrated with myself because
I haven’t been able to take care
of my fading mental health.
It feels like my legs are barely moving
and my feet are on wheels,
gliding over the floor with liquid motion.
I am permeable, one with the air around me.
Today’s theme song sounds like
yesterday’s news - overplayed,
understimulated, recycled...
#depression
#ghosts
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2024
84 reads
12 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Oct 2023 12:59pm
11th Oct 2023 12:59pm
They're at it again!
To label The Levant as Holy Land
proves only...the ubiquity of shot,
spent without a care or a second thought
when recrimination is in command,
praising lords and passing ammunition,
and creeds bear only a trigger pull twitch
in sacred ruination bait and switch
avouching an afterlife manumission
in a happily pending hunting ground,
not in the least bit reasonably sound,
as camel needles and bullet holes
pass more dead through...
to The Dead Sea Scrolls!
proves only...the ubiquity of shot,
spent without a care or a second thought
when recrimination is in command,
praising lords and passing ammunition,
and creeds bear only a trigger pull twitch
in sacred ruination bait and switch
avouching an afterlife manumission
in a happily pending hunting ground,
not in the least bit reasonably sound,
as camel needles and bullet holes
pass more dead through...
to The Dead Sea Scrolls!
#religion
#ghosts
#TruthOfLife
#apocalypse
#ignorance
76 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Oct 2023 12:59pm
11th Oct 2023 12:59pm
They're at it again!
To label The Levant as Holy Land
proves only...the ubiquity of shot,
spent without a care or a second thought
when recrimination is in command,
praising lords and passing ammunition,
and creeds bear only a trigger pull twitch
in sacred ruination bait and switch
avouching an afterlife manumission
in a happily pending hunting ground,
not in the least bit reasonably sound,
as camel needles and bullet holes
pass more dead through...
to The Dead Sea Scrolls!
proves only...the ubiquity of shot,
spent without a care or a second thought
when recrimination is in command,
praising lords and passing ammunition,
and creeds bear only a trigger pull twitch
in sacred ruination bait and switch
avouching an afterlife manumission
in a happily pending hunting ground,
not in the least bit reasonably sound,
as camel needles and bullet holes
pass more dead through...
to The Dead Sea Scrolls!
#religion
#ghosts
#TruthOfLife
#apocalypse
#ignorance
76 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Oct 2023 12:59pm
11th Oct 2023 12:59pm
They're at it again!
To label The Levant as Holy Land
proves only...the ubiquity of shot,
spent without a care or a second thought
when recrimination is in command,
praising lords and passing ammunition,
and creeds bear only a trigger pull twitch
in sacred ruination bait and switch
avouching an afterlife manumission
in a happily pending hunting ground,
not in the least bit reasonably sound,
as camel needles and bullet holes
pass more dead through...
to The Dead Sea Scrolls!
proves only...the ubiquity of shot,
spent without a care or a second thought
when recrimination is in command,
praising lords and passing ammunition,
and creeds bear only a trigger pull twitch
in sacred ruination bait and switch
avouching an afterlife manumission
in a happily pending hunting ground,
not in the least bit reasonably sound,
as camel needles and bullet holes
pass more dead through...
to The Dead Sea Scrolls!
#religion
#ghosts
#TruthOfLife
#apocalypse
#ignorance
76 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Oct 2023 12:59pm
11th Oct 2023 12:59pm
They're at it again!
To label The Levant as Holy Land
proves only...the ubiquity of shot,
spent without a care or a second thought
when recrimination is in command,
praising lords and passing ammunition,
and creeds bear only a trigger pull twitch
in sacred ruination bait and switch
avouching an afterlife manumission
in a happily pending hunting ground,
not in the least bit reasonably sound,
as camel needles and bullet holes
pass more dead through...
to The Dead Sea Scrolls!
proves only...the ubiquity of shot,
spent without a care or a second thought
when recrimination is in command,
praising lords and passing ammunition,
and creeds bear only a trigger pull twitch
in sacred ruination bait and switch
avouching an afterlife manumission
in a happily pending hunting ground,
not in the least bit reasonably sound,
as camel needles and bullet holes
pass more dead through...
to The Dead Sea Scrolls!
#religion
#ghosts
#TruthOfLife
#apocalypse
#ignorance
76 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Oct 2023 12:59pm
11th Oct 2023 12:59pm
They're at it again!
To label The Levant as Holy Land
proves only...the ubiquity of shot,
spent without a care or a second thought
when recrimination is in command,
praising lords and passing ammunition,
and creeds bear only a trigger pull twitch
in sacred ruination bait and switch
avouching an afterlife manumission
in a happily pending hunting ground,
not in the least bit reasonably sound,
as camel needles and bullet holes
pass more dead through...
to The Dead Sea Scrolls!
proves only...the ubiquity of shot,
spent without a care or a second thought
when recrimination is in command,
praising lords and passing ammunition,
and creeds bear only a trigger pull twitch
in sacred ruination bait and switch
avouching an afterlife manumission
in a happily pending hunting ground,
not in the least bit reasonably sound,
as camel needles and bullet holes
pass more dead through...
to The Dead Sea Scrolls!
#religion
#ghosts
#TruthOfLife
#apocalypse
#ignorance
76 reads
0 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
31st Mar 2023 11:37am
31st Mar 2023 11:37am
Haunted house
Haunted house
You climb through the broken window8, the smell of dampness is everywhere, they say this house is haunted but you don't believe or even care
Darkness surrounds you, you can only see where your flash light lands, you feel kinda funny as the hair stands up on the back of your shaking hands
You move down the hallway, you make your way through every room, you begin to feel a presence, like some impending doom
You then hear a soft whisper, or was just wind passing by your ear, no you sure it said a sentence, you begin to feel real fear ...
You climb through the broken window8, the smell of dampness is everywhere, they say this house is haunted but you don't believe or even care
Darkness surrounds you, you can only see where your flash light lands, you feel kinda funny as the hair stands up on the back of your shaking hands
You move down the hallway, you make your way through every room, you begin to feel a presence, like some impending doom
You then hear a soft whisper, or was just wind passing by your ear, no you sure it said a sentence, you begin to feel real fear ...
#anxiety
#dark
#ghosts #fear
#ghosts #fear
183 reads
8 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
31st Mar 2023 11:37am
31st Mar 2023 11:37am
Haunted house
Haunted house
You climb through the broken window8, the smell of dampness is everywhere, they say this house is haunted but you don't believe or even care
Darkness surrounds you, you can only see where your flash light lands, you feel kinda funny as the hair stands up on the back of your shaking hands
You move down the hallway, you make your way through every room, you begin to feel a presence, like some impending doom
You then hear a soft whisper, or was just wind passing by your ear, no you sure it said a sentence, you begin to feel real fear ...
You climb through the broken window8, the smell of dampness is everywhere, they say this house is haunted but you don't believe or even care
Darkness surrounds you, you can only see where your flash light lands, you feel kinda funny as the hair stands up on the back of your shaking hands
You move down the hallway, you make your way through every room, you begin to feel a presence, like some impending doom
You then hear a soft whisper, or was just wind passing by your ear, no you sure it said a sentence, you begin to feel real fear ...
#anxiety
#dark
#ghosts #fear
#ghosts #fear
183 reads
8 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
31st Mar 2023 11:37am
31st Mar 2023 11:37am
Haunted house
Haunted house
You climb through the broken window8, the smell of dampness is everywhere, they say this house is haunted but you don't believe or even care
Darkness surrounds you, you can only see where your flash light lands, you feel kinda funny as the hair stands up on the back of your shaking hands
You move down the hallway, you make your way through every room, you begin to feel a presence, like some impending doom
You then hear a soft whisper, or was just wind passing by your ear, no you sure it said a sentence, you begin to feel real fear ...
You climb through the broken window8, the smell of dampness is everywhere, they say this house is haunted but you don't believe or even care
Darkness surrounds you, you can only see where your flash light lands, you feel kinda funny as the hair stands up on the back of your shaking hands
You move down the hallway, you make your way through every room, you begin to feel a presence, like some impending doom
You then hear a soft whisper, or was just wind passing by your ear, no you sure it said a sentence, you begin to feel real fear ...
#anxiety
#dark
#ghosts #fear
#ghosts #fear
183 reads
8 Comments
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