Poems About Ghosts by Top Critiquers
#ghosts
Ascension of the Downfall
A memory of a guided spirit
took me to the hollow land
rising dark tides from the rains
interrupted my visit
my last wish
before gravity pulls me under
children of the revolution
carving my name in the city of fire
took me to the hollow land
rising dark tides from the rains
interrupted my visit
my last wish
before gravity pulls me under
children of the revolution
carving my name in the city of fire
#death
#fiction
#ghosts
#heaven
#hell
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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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The Abandoned House
Every forest harbors secrets.
The bark and branches are the keepers.
The abandoned house towered,
in a paralysis of time.
The only thing alive
was the strangling of the vines.
It stood in dilapidation
with a menacing expression.
Inside the air thick with voiceless confessions.
Heard somewhere in my shaking soul.
Hollow window eyes
possess the shatters of time.
Who were the inhabitants?
And are they alive?
It's time to go inside.
The bark and branches are the keepers.
The abandoned house towered,
in a paralysis of time.
The only thing alive
was the strangling of the vines.
It stood in dilapidation
with a menacing expression.
Inside the air thick with voiceless confessions.
Heard somewhere in my shaking soul.
Hollow window eyes
possess the shatters of time.
Who were the inhabitants?
And are they alive?
It's time to go inside.
#ghosts
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Shadows
In the morning light I see you
dreaming of ghosts
Nostalgic for days past
you twist under the sheets
holding a last embrace
Kissing the day
awaken to the mists
then fall in place
Restless spirits follow you into the morn
soulful eyes reflect sorrow
Soon will come sleep
and your love will again shimmer
in the shadows
dreaming of ghosts
Nostalgic for days past
you twist under the sheets
holding a last embrace
Kissing the day
awaken to the mists
then fall in place
Restless spirits follow you into the morn
soulful eyes reflect sorrow
Soon will come sleep
and your love will again shimmer
in the shadows
#shadows
#ghosts
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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
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her apparition
come
show yourself,
get
out of
my mind.
let me
recognize
your waking
desire,
unspeaking
thin voice,
the seamless
breath,
guardians creep
in haunted
moments,
each lease
presents itself,
no remorse,
no regrets,
footsteps
never afraid
to trespass,
wandering back
into
that cloaked
underworld.
show yourself,
get
out of
my mind.
let me
recognize
your waking
desire,
unspeaking
thin voice,
the seamless
breath,
guardians creep
in haunted
moments,
each lease
presents itself,
no remorse,
no regrets,
footsteps
never afraid
to trespass,
wandering back
into
that cloaked
underworld.
#strength
#hope
#ghosts #redemption
#ghosts #redemption
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COLD COCKED CURSE
Cold Cocked Curse
Slinking silently through the night
on tiny tipped toes, claws withdrawn.
He mustn’t sleep until daylight’s dawn,
prudently prowls, avoiding light.
Clever, cunning crones craft a spell
to purloin his priceless powers,
control them in Eve’s evil hours,
condemn powerless prey to Hell.
Hither, fine ferocious feline.
Soulfully sing your sacred song.
Whiskers hoary, lavishly long
subtle signs of ancient bloodline.
He will not succumb to witches
who wish to control, to command.
Here he...
Slinking silently through the night
on tiny tipped toes, claws withdrawn.
He mustn’t sleep until daylight’s dawn,
prudently prowls, avoiding light.
Clever, cunning crones craft a spell
to purloin his priceless powers,
control them in Eve’s evil hours,
condemn powerless prey to Hell.
Hither, fine ferocious feline.
Soulfully sing your sacred song.
Whiskers hoary, lavishly long
subtle signs of ancient bloodline.
He will not succumb to witches
who wish to control, to command.
Here he...
#ghosts
#witches
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HUSH, LISTEN
hush, listen to the wind
child, with it spectres
of the nights, lost
looking for old homes
hush, listen to their whispers
they crave mortal coil to enter
stay still, child, do not whimper
or look out to watch them pass
hear the moans of despair
they lost their bodies like sword scabbards
discarded upon unsacred ground
quiet child lets just hide until morn
and then they will be gone.
child, with it spectres
of the nights, lost
looking for old homes
hush, listen to their whispers
they crave mortal coil to enter
stay still, child, do not whimper
or look out to watch them pass
hear the moans of despair
they lost their bodies like sword scabbards
discarded upon unsacred ground
quiet child lets just hide until morn
and then they will be gone.
#evil
#ghosts
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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
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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
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Mistress of the Deep
The Mistress of the Deep
has come for my good
hearted soul because
she loved me with all
her heart and her
soul couldn't rest
until we find her treasure
Which is the:
Peral Heart of Sadie
Which she needs in
order to go back
into the underworld
of the Blue Coral Ocean
of the Misty Waters
has come for my good
hearted soul because
she loved me with all
her heart and her
soul couldn't rest
until we find her treasure
Which is the:
Peral Heart of Sadie
Which she needs in
order to go back
into the underworld
of the Blue Coral Ocean
of the Misty Waters
#love
#women
#men
#sea
#ghosts
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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
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DU Poetry : Poems About Ghosts by Top Critiquers