Poems About Ghosts by Top Critiquers
#ghosts
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:24pm
Yesterday 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
42 reads
10 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.
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#dark
#erotic
#ghosts
81 reads
8 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 11:50pm
18th Aug 2024 11:50pm
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
132 reads
4 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 12:06pm
9th Jun 2021 12:06pm
Monsters: Ep. 4 Gannicus Doppelganger
#monsters
#vampires
#ghosts
594 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 5:27pm
6th Dec 2024 5:27pm
The stone man
Here I am as I am a man of truth and genuine honesty, when I speak with truth and trust. For what I believe in my mind and heart and spiritual thoughts. As I draw off my own life substance, with intelligences and upmost of my own subconscious thoughts. For sure as I continue, to stand up to the very tolerates, with the deepness of the nonsense that I see. THAT you will hear my words of thoughts of my own conversations. For sure sometimes we have to learn to be resilient, in our search of the truth instead of continuing to believe, in the bold face of lies. For sure I am a witness to what he...
#ghosts
#mermaids
#monsters
#vampires
#werewolves
58 reads
0 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
1003 reads
25 Comments
Pete_25
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 10:09am
31st Oct 2024 10:09am
Skeletons
I've got skeletons in my cupboard
A ghost from the past
Flowers in the attic
A baseball bat and mask
Johnny's at the door
Eyes wide and shiny
Lecter's liver raw
Chianti wine, untie me
Upon the wall a frame
Stuffed with evil hearts
Want to play a game
Jigsaw's bout' to start
Annabelle's on the left
Chucky to the right
Evil dolls possessed
This frightful freaky night
A ghost from the past
Flowers in the attic
A baseball bat and mask
Johnny's at the door
Eyes wide and shiny
Lecter's liver raw
Chianti wine, untie me
Upon the wall a frame
Stuffed with evil hearts
Want to play a game
Jigsaw's bout' to start
Annabelle's on the left
Chucky to the right
Evil dolls possessed
This frightful freaky night
#ghosts
#monsters
113 reads
8 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 10:41pm
6th Jan 2025 10:41pm
Shivers
#ghosts
#sex
#women
217 reads
6 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 8:35pm
23rd Dec 2024 8:35pm
The End of Remembering
Grateful for each small moment
I remember.
Come one September,
I might forget.
Left to sit beside
foreign embers.
I dig through depths of those I know.
Not much more than what they show.
A lavender early morning,
invites dreams I am storing.
Upon the path I am forging.
On the sunny day my mind is gorging.
She has to live with no memory.
Not even remembering she's my mom.
It's heart shattering.
Make so many memories.
The ghosts have got lots to see.
I remember.
Come one September,
I might forget.
Left to sit beside
foreign embers.
I dig through depths of those I know.
Not much more than what they show.
A lavender early morning,
invites dreams I am storing.
Upon the path I am forging.
On the sunny day my mind is gorging.
She has to live with no memory.
Not even remembering she's my mom.
It's heart shattering.
Make so many memories.
The ghosts have got lots to see.
#ghosts
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
94 reads
15 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Jul 2024 10:39am
14th Jul 2024 10:39am
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
215 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 12:00pm
25th Jan 2025 12:00pm
Walls, sheets, curtains, all white...
In the silence of the night shadows creep.
Whispers of the unknown stir the soul.
A chill descends, fingers cold and thin,
tugging at the edges of sanity.
The walls breathe a pulse within the stone.
Echoes of footsteps, unseen yet near.
Eyes in the darkness, staring, unblinking.
A presence felt, but never seen.
The air grows thick, a suffocating dread.
Heartbeat pounding like a distant drum.
A flicker of light reveals a hollow face.
Fleshless grin, frozen in eternal scream.
Hands reach from the void,...
Whispers of the unknown stir the soul.
A chill descends, fingers cold and thin,
tugging at the edges of sanity.
The walls breathe a pulse within the stone.
Echoes of footsteps, unseen yet near.
Eyes in the darkness, staring, unblinking.
A presence felt, but never seen.
The air grows thick, a suffocating dread.
Heartbeat pounding like a distant drum.
A flicker of light reveals a hollow face.
Fleshless grin, frozen in eternal scream.
Hands reach from the void,...
#anxiety
#apathy
#emptiness
#ghosts
#scary
58 reads
8 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
30th Mar 2018 1:10pm
30th Mar 2018 1:10pm
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
527 reads
4 Comments
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