Poems About Ghosts by Top Critiquers
#ghosts
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
14th Mar 2021 12:42pm
14th Mar 2021 12:42pm
fleeting.
They come and they go
leaving indelible marks
deep upon my soul
leaving indelible marks
deep upon my soul
#kindness
#friendship
#ghosts
#learning
#senryu
373 reads
26 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
31st Oct 2021 9:06pm
31st Oct 2021 9:06pm
Momster
#Halloween
#scary
#funny #ghosts
#funny #ghosts
179 reads
2 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
18th Nov 2020 9:28pm
18th Nov 2020 9:28pm
Ghost
Like my words, I wonder if anyone truly sees me
Or is it simply my fate to be ...
Invisible to everyone, as if erased
They have tears in their eyes, they can't explain
That I'm not with them, but I continue to live
I don't know what will be there later, in the other world
Someone went to heaven, and someone went to hell,
and I was left behind
Many more have passed and I am still not in the clouds
What happened, I do not know why I am lost
I do not want to look at their tears
I want to be a guardian angel for them ...
Or is it simply my fate to be ...
Invisible to everyone, as if erased
They have tears in their eyes, they can't explain
That I'm not with them, but I continue to live
I don't know what will be there later, in the other world
Someone went to heaven, and someone went to hell,
and I was left behind
Many more have passed and I am still not in the clouds
What happened, I do not know why I am lost
I do not want to look at their tears
I want to be a guardian angel for them ...
#loneliness
#dark
#mirror
#ghosts
#emptiness
487 reads
16 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
25th May 2022 10:46pm
25th May 2022 10:46pm
weeps the silence
skipping through the timeline
a blip here then transported elsewhere
into the infinite I go
wormholes and phantasms take me there
I exhale visions where I am
they come to life after a breath
magic confronts me...
how long didn't I see?
aching truth the serum drips in my veins
poisoning the wealth of secrets stitched in my annuals
I turn and recognize a face traveling the universes
she shines, flickers then she is gone
I feel her essence embrace mine
bye bren I hear echoing in my soul
I...
a blip here then transported elsewhere
into the infinite I go
wormholes and phantasms take me there
I exhale visions where I am
they come to life after a breath
magic confronts me...
how long didn't I see?
aching truth the serum drips in my veins
poisoning the wealth of secrets stitched in my annuals
I turn and recognize a face traveling the universes
she shines, flickers then she is gone
I feel her essence embrace mine
bye bren I hear echoing in my soul
I...
#love
#ghosts
100 reads
2 Comments
Phantom2426
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2020 3:39am
23rd Oct 2020 3:39am
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
271 reads
5 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
8th Jul 2022 7:43pm
8th Jul 2022 7:43pm
Blue Jean Sea
Wondering if you’ll hold
A breathing note you can fold
Stuff in your Blue Jean Sea
With deep pockets and frayed edges
Of white trickling foam
Weep and seep your salt into me
Whitecap crests like hands
To heavy to touch a beach sun
Fingertip tides so high
Raise me into your water palm
From miles of haunted shoreline
Erase my sunken footsteps
My black hair will be your keratin cape
Cloaking each drowned living memory
My soaked lungs will help you breathe
A sigh of relief in each denim wave
...
A breathing note you can fold
Stuff in your Blue Jean Sea
With deep pockets and frayed edges
Of white trickling foam
Weep and seep your salt into me
Whitecap crests like hands
To heavy to touch a beach sun
Fingertip tides so high
Raise me into your water palm
From miles of haunted shoreline
Erase my sunken footsteps
My black hair will be your keratin cape
Cloaking each drowned living memory
My soaked lungs will help you breathe
A sigh of relief in each denim wave
...
#sea
#ghosts
177 reads
28 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
16th Jul 2022 2:09am
16th Jul 2022 2:09am
Casper
How marvelous to think a soul so light
That it may flit like some unfettered fart
All about a brutally Baptist night
Where no pleasure comforts the beating heart
Of the tearfully afterlife fearful
Somehow unable to police their thought
And confusing hate for something cheerful
Due to the dreadful scripture they're taught
On a Sunday sabotaged by school
When the pupil may well have learned instead
A much less harmful scientific rule
That allows mortal lovers to share a bed
Where love, I think, is more commonly found
Than in some...
That it may flit like some unfettered fart
All about a brutally Baptist night
Where no pleasure comforts the beating heart
Of the tearfully afterlife fearful
Somehow unable to police their thought
And confusing hate for something cheerful
Due to the dreadful scripture they're taught
On a Sunday sabotaged by school
When the pupil may well have learned instead
A much less harmful scientific rule
That allows mortal lovers to share a bed
Where love, I think, is more commonly found
Than in some...
#spiritual
#ghosts
37 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 7:12pm
23rd Feb 2020 7:12pm
AN AFTER THOUGHT
Have you ever took the time out of your daily life?
To just stop and listen to the very intellectual thoughts, that sometimes crosses the mere depth of your mind touching and pulling at your soul of souls. As you alone have an intellectual conversation one on one with thyself in mind heart and spiritual soul. For through this journey of oneself we rediscover thyself in more ways then ONE, as we slowly begin to separate our mind from our emotions of the nocturnal primal thoughts of mere fear and doults, as we become more and...
To just stop and listen to the very intellectual thoughts, that sometimes crosses the mere depth of your mind touching and pulling at your soul of souls. As you alone have an intellectual conversation one on one with thyself in mind heart and spiritual soul. For through this journey of oneself we rediscover thyself in more ways then ONE, as we slowly begin to separate our mind from our emotions of the nocturnal primal thoughts of mere fear and doults, as we become more and...
#shadows
#God
#angels
#ghosts
#evolution
320 reads
6 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
10th May 2021 8:01am
10th May 2021 8:01am
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
299 reads
12 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
11th Dec 2021 12:19pm
11th Dec 2021 12:19pm
The Horizon
The Horizon
What's on
the horizon?
The curve
of the earth.
The end
of our line
of sight.
The limit
of awareness.
The last shred
of our seeming stability.
The beginning
of questions.
The enormity
of resilience.
The framework
of passion.
The distance
we can go
until where we are now
drops out
of view.
The horizon
is as far
as we can go
and have tangible proof
of who
we used...
What's on
the horizon?
The curve
of the earth.
The end
of our line
of sight.
The limit
of awareness.
The last shred
of our seeming stability.
The beginning
of questions.
The enormity
of resilience.
The framework
of passion.
The distance
we can go
until where we are now
drops out
of view.
The horizon
is as far
as we can go
and have tangible proof
of who
we used...
#ghosts
161 reads
2 Comments
paperstains
Poem Published
18th Jul 2021 9:20am
18th Jul 2021 9:20am
Ghost Writing
It will go unanswered
but hit send anyway
like every day since
your silence began
Wonder if your plan
has been cancelled
curious about the day
a reply may come
from another someone
assigned your number
Of course, I know what you'd say
to my silly rhetorical
the fun always in asking anyway
"2 am is a good time to make blueberry muffins, right?"
I'll never stop missing you
and your enthusiastic yeses
but hit send anyway
like every day since
your silence began
Wonder if your plan
has been cancelled
curious about the day
a reply may come
from another someone
assigned your number
Of course, I know what you'd say
to my silly rhetorical
the fun always in asking anyway
"2 am is a good time to make blueberry muffins, right?"
I'll never stop missing you
and your enthusiastic yeses
#grief
#ghosts
#memories
245 reads
10 Comments
Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2018 3:45am
3rd Jul 2018 3:45am
The DUP Murders
In 1991 a ruthless and savage massacre occurred in the halls of the Deepunderground Hundreds of poets lay dead. Graffitied stained walls seem to tell a very grim and unlikely story behind the brutal murders. HadesRising, knew it was time to get together a team of expert writers to help figure out what really happened on that night of doom....
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Zazzles a most peculiar witch, aka Broom, The sweeper aka The Verbal murderess known for her unique and abusive writes
taking no...
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Zazzles a most peculiar witch, aka Broom, The sweeper aka The Verbal murderess known for her unique and abusive writes
taking no...
#ghosts
654 reads
25 Comments
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