Poems About Ghosts by Top Critiquers
#ghosts
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 9:24pm
27th Jan 2025 9:24pm
TAG, YOU'RE IT! (collaboration with Lilliputian)
They played a fierce game of tag all of their lives
From as far back to childhood through to their later years in life
Tag you're it
Now, tag you're it!
The game was harmless, but both were eager to tag the other throughout their lives
Even when they were married & had families, the game went on
One of them fell ill a few years back
Even so, wheelchair bound and sick, he would tag his friend gleefully, like he did for over 70 years
His friend was saddened but thought he'd bounce back
He never did
While in the hospital on his deathbed, he...
From as far back to childhood through to their later years in life
Tag you're it
Now, tag you're it!
The game was harmless, but both were eager to tag the other throughout their lives
Even when they were married & had families, the game went on
One of them fell ill a few years back
Even so, wheelchair bound and sick, he would tag his friend gleefully, like he did for over 70 years
His friend was saddened but thought he'd bounce back
He never did
While in the hospital on his deathbed, he...
#dark
#death
#friendship
#ghosts
#ShortStory
134 reads
12 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 10:50pm
18th Aug 2024 10:50pm
the will of the warrior
screeching in a language I don't know
are creatures of the dark
they seek my attention
because they know I will help
the ones that need closure
they may be stuck in this realm
their memories lost they forget what they want
I sink into their interior
retrieving their memory keys
reviewing their life and ultimately asking them where they want to go
do they want to be reborn human
or is there somewhere else in the multi-universes they wish to visit
It is a tough decision but it's theirs to make
in the void is the...
are creatures of the dark
they seek my attention
because they know I will help
the ones that need closure
they may be stuck in this realm
their memories lost they forget what they want
I sink into their interior
retrieving their memory keys
reviewing their life and ultimately asking them where they want to go
do they want to be reborn human
or is there somewhere else in the multi-universes they wish to visit
It is a tough decision but it's theirs to make
in the void is the...
#aliens
#ghosts
162 reads
4 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
87 reads
0 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
19th Sep 2024 9:21pm
19th Sep 2024 9:21pm
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
123 reads
9 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
328 reads
14 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
30th Mar 2018 12:10pm
30th Mar 2018 12:10pm
mountains and mermaids of emptiness
digs a decade of boxed dusts
papers papers papers papers
piled up mess, bundled let-loose nibbled holed
scribbled blank drawn scheduled struck refined
waiting to be released
waiting to be filled in
waiting to be dumped off
what has come and gone untraceable
were destiny’s jugnus , not were there (m)any
conscious choices
what still remains in apparent eternities
are more the acquired compulsive ghosts involuntarily
shaking in to the routine
what is yet to come looms almost...
papers papers papers papers
piled up mess, bundled let-loose nibbled holed
scribbled blank drawn scheduled struck refined
waiting to be released
waiting to be filled in
waiting to be dumped off
what has come and gone untraceable
were destiny’s jugnus , not were there (m)any
conscious choices
what still remains in apparent eternities
are more the acquired compulsive ghosts involuntarily
shaking in to the routine
what is yet to come looms almost...
#identity
#spiritual
#ghosts
#TruthOfLife
#SelfReflection
556 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 9:45pm
17th Nov 2018 9:45pm
Ghost House ( after Robert Frost )
Whoever once stepped afoot
upon this now abandoned porch
must’ve toiled a daily wage
within the fields and garden gate
hanging now as rotted wood
Whoever cooked within this kitchen
canning beans and plucking chicken
surely did so with such care
her flower vase still sitting there
with wilted bloom on withered stem
Whoever slept within this room
of hand-sewn curtains billowing-
snagged and torn on broken...
upon this now abandoned porch
must’ve toiled a daily wage
within the fields and garden gate
hanging now as rotted wood
Whoever cooked within this kitchen
canning beans and plucking chicken
surely did so with such care
her flower vase still sitting there
with wilted bloom on withered stem
Whoever slept within this room
of hand-sewn curtains billowing-
snagged and torn on broken...
#countryside
#nature
#ghosts
#historical
#RobertFrost
1041 reads
25 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 7:45pm
31st Jan 2025 7:45pm
Banshee
Distracted by the mirror
without a shadow of a doubt,
there remains this nestled
and threatening animal,
resident of my rib cage,
tick tock of a time bomb
beating in the folds of eternity.
This beast that inhabits me,
and turns me inside out,
screaming to all the winds
that no longer move any mills.
"The soldiers are at the door, sir!
What do we do now?"
"Scream, captain, scream
until their ears burst."
without a shadow of a doubt,
there remains this nestled
and threatening animal,
resident of my rib cage,
tick tock of a time bomb
beating in the folds of eternity.
This beast that inhabits me,
and turns me inside out,
screaming to all the winds
that no longer move any mills.
"The soldiers are at the door, sir!
What do we do now?"
"Scream, captain, scream
until their ears burst."
#anxiety
#depression
#ghosts
#mythology
#spiritual
88 reads
4 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
14th Oct 2020 8:39am
14th Oct 2020 8:39am
Be my friend
Visual poem
#depression
#loneliness
#ghosts
#funny
#minimalist
932 reads
23 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
257 reads
4 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
10th May 2021 7:01am
10th May 2021 7:01am
Wild Flowers
I thought of you
And saw you
A magical glow
From within
and outward
Outward
& within
Winding
In labyrinths of myself
I find
Even the nameless have names
Fields of Wild flowers
And saw you
A magical glow
From within
and outward
Outward
& within
Winding
In labyrinths of myself
I find
Even the nameless have names
Fields of Wild flowers
#angels
#ghosts
571 reads
12 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 11:22pm
6th Jan 2025 11:22pm
Soulstorm of the Wicked (Ghostlords of the Witch)
Through disease, war and self-destruction the Cunaim city-state fell
They was the greatest of them all who spiraled down broken stairs into hell,
“Those other city-states the Cunaim controlled were put in their place
Even though limited freedom was given they were still looked upon with disgrace,
“One vassal state secretly breed a generation until they bled poisonous blood
Every year performing an evil ritual holiday of sinister loyalty and fake love,
“With a form of Seppuku they would drain themselves dry
Upon farming fields, sewers...
They was the greatest of them all who spiraled down broken stairs into hell,
“Those other city-states the Cunaim controlled were put in their place
Even though limited freedom was given they were still looked upon with disgrace,
“One vassal state secretly breed a generation until they bled poisonous blood
Every year performing an evil ritual holiday of sinister loyalty and fake love,
“With a form of Seppuku they would drain themselves dry
Upon farming fields, sewers...
#dark
#evil
#ghosts #sacrifice
#ghosts #sacrifice
123 reads
2 Comments
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