Poems About Ghosts by Top Critiquers
#ghosts
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
10th Oct 2022 3:22pm
10th Oct 2022 3:22pm
The Bloody Show...
Into the night the howling music of the phantoms’ calls
Gore and flesh scattered, smearing your name upon Hell’s walls
Into the depth of crimson’s fangs sinking for a persecuted mind
Puppets without strings I shall midnight wind
Once called unto the martyr of souls glutted as my blade I repeatedly ram
Tormented pain without salvation as the silence slaughtering of the surrendered lamb
Drink of my core to energize for the wishes of my command
Twisted meanings bestowed one wish, two wish,...
Gore and flesh scattered, smearing your name upon Hell’s walls
Into the depth of crimson’s fangs sinking for a persecuted mind
Puppets without strings I shall midnight wind
Once called unto the martyr of souls glutted as my blade I repeatedly ram
Tormented pain without salvation as the silence slaughtering of the surrendered lamb
Drink of my core to energize for the wishes of my command
Twisted meanings bestowed one wish, two wish,...
#evil
#Halloween
#horror
#night
#ghosts
528 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Sep 2023 5:35pm
9th Sep 2023 5:35pm
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
291 reads
14 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 12:03pm
23rd Jan 2025 12:03pm
Old Wrinkles
Mysteries in arabesque and old wrinkles
of the silence creeping into the grains
in nature's tranquility through cypresses
and monsoons on the Serengeti's veins
listening to echoes of the wildebeest
in caravans along Tanzania...
becoming ghosts
of the silence creeping into the grains
in nature's tranquility through cypresses
and monsoons on the Serengeti's veins
listening to echoes of the wildebeest
in caravans along Tanzania...
becoming ghosts
#ghosts
#nature
#philosophical
77 reads
2 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 11:04am
23rd Oct 2024 11:04am
spooky table talk
on a moonlit night
in the scent of fresh blood
the clock strikes twelve
in the whispers of unrequited love
two souls collide terrifyingly
they plan to have fun until the morning light
from the bowl of flesh,
he picks up a piece and rubs it on her
he breaks her red nails
hanging in the air with his sharp teeth
the guests at a wickedly sexy party
watch this sex act sultry
with a devilish smile,
he pulls her half-cut lip apart with
his drumsticks-adorned finger and swallows...
in the scent of fresh blood
the clock strikes twelve
in the whispers of unrequited love
two souls collide terrifyingly
they plan to have fun until the morning light
from the bowl of flesh,
he picks up a piece and rubs it on her
he breaks her red nails
hanging in the air with his sharp teeth
the guests at a wickedly sexy party
watch this sex act sultry
with a devilish smile,
he pulls her half-cut lip apart with
his drumsticks-adorned finger and swallows...
#ghosts
#witches
206 reads
10 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
1st Feb 2024 00:40am
1st Feb 2024 00:40am
without innocence
ghost stories are for frightened children, he said.
the apparition, upon hearing this,
and being unwilling to frighten children, disappeared into the shadows;
the old man went to bed and, with
his grandson no longer present,
it pleased the apparition to
once again enter his fear raddled head.
that’s how it goes
the apparition, upon hearing this,
and being unwilling to frighten children, disappeared into the shadows;
the old man went to bed and, with
his grandson no longer present,
it pleased the apparition to
once again enter his fear raddled head.
that’s how it goes
#ghosts
#PopCulture
130 reads
0 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
#mirror
#ghosts
#emptiness
#dark
824 reads
16 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
72 reads
2 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
14th Oct 2020 9:39am
14th Oct 2020 9:39am
Be my friend
Visual poem
#depression
#loneliness
#ghosts
#funny
#minimalist
886 reads
23 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
10th Dec 2023 4:28am
10th Dec 2023 4:28am
Alive in a Ghost Town
Daily zombie parade
death of the social charade
preoccupied ghosts by the score
all neighbors ignored
I can't take it anymore
I want to move to a ghost town
Small town vibe
united tribe
easy to be
a community
historical site
party at night
small mountain town
I'm new life bound
I want to move to a ghost town.
In the town of Jerome
I might finally feel at home
my neighbors would know my name
lack of distractions
lots of local interaction
I think I would thrive
where people...
death of the social charade
preoccupied ghosts by the score
all neighbors ignored
I can't take it anymore
I want to move to a ghost town
Small town vibe
united tribe
easy to be
a community
historical site
party at night
small mountain town
I'm new life bound
I want to move to a ghost town.
In the town of Jerome
I might finally feel at home
my neighbors would know my name
lack of distractions
lots of local interaction
I think I would thrive
where people...
#city
#ghosts
#LifeGoals
173 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Jan 2022 3:52am
6th Jan 2022 3:52am
Potala Blues
Potala Blues
Lhasa roars like a lion in the night
Only to breathe the fire of a dragon
When conch shells are blown
To sing the snowflakes
Into tuning fork lattices of desolation
That awaken the ghosts of the Potala
Who rise into vaporous beings of light
When the museum whispers to lost sutras
Of a chorus of dharma drums
In a séance of tears
Lhasa roars like a lion in the night
Only to breathe the fire of a dragon
When conch shells are blown
To sing the snowflakes
Into tuning fork lattices of desolation
That awaken the ghosts of the Potala
Who rise into vaporous beings of light
When the museum whispers to lost sutras
Of a chorus of dharma drums
In a séance of tears
#mountains
#Buddhist
#ghosts #historical
#ghosts #historical
271 reads
0 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 6:00pm
1st Sep 2024 6:00pm
Inkwell of Insanity _ with "Adagio"
When writing macabre, one must become
their ghost waiting in escrow avoiding the sun
tides of ice freezing the albacore of their mind
with an inkwell full of insanity's oats
"God Rest You, Merry Gentlemen." The quill
is quicker than your aye.
Amidst the mirth of the intruders
living in the place I once called home,
now, all that’s left is my soul quietly festering
in the cracks of my walls
listening to the incompetent souls
pretending their eventuality is on hold.
their ghost waiting in escrow avoiding the sun
tides of ice freezing the albacore of their mind
with an inkwell full of insanity's oats
"God Rest You, Merry Gentlemen." The quill
is quicker than your aye.
Amidst the mirth of the intruders
living in the place I once called home,
now, all that’s left is my soul quietly festering
in the cracks of my walls
listening to the incompetent souls
pretending their eventuality is on hold.
#collaboration
#dark
#ghosts
128 reads
5 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 3:38pm
16th Nov 2024 3:38pm
Ghost in the deep forest
Early morning walk
A misty path
The river sleeping
The time i pass
The forest a legend
A book of past
An eerie aura
A spell was cast
The earth was mild
To stir the dust
I heard a whisper
A tune in the hush
Pan was hidden
A foggy ghost
The tune echoed
The sparkling moss
As the shine was peeping
flickering between the trunks
A first poetic chapter
in Nature's charm
A misty path
The river sleeping
The time i pass
The forest a legend
A book of past
An eerie aura
A spell was cast
The earth was mild
To stir the dust
I heard a whisper
A tune in the hush
Pan was hidden
A foggy ghost
The tune echoed
The sparkling moss
As the shine was peeping
flickering between the trunks
A first poetic chapter
in Nature's charm
#admiration
#emotions
#fairies
#ghosts
#motivational
81 reads
2 Comments
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