Ghostly Poems - Poems about Ghostly

...Underneath the Southern Cross, the comet makes its way, A trail of greenish fire, igniting night from day. It came from distant realms, from icy, darkened space, Returning after decades, with it......Read the rest...

... At No Moon night on way back to home from movie show, suddenly noticed descent Crescent Moon rising slow. Side by side coming Half Moon with half disc yellow. Nex......Read the rest...

...A little over a year ago, I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk in front of our house. The fall resulted in a badly torn rotator cuff that ended in surgery. After surgery, I was given some pretty......Read the rest...

...There exists a space between us that has widened since the passing, which slowly fills with more distrust as faint demons start trespassing. The closeness of a touch still there; but eyes that......Read the rest...

...Beneath the ghostly moon's silent gaze, Lies a forest shrouded in a spectral haze. Where twisted trees claw at the sky, And shadows dance as the winds sigh. A place where the veil is thin and f......Read the rest...

...In the silent, shadowed halls of night, Where whispers dance with ghostly light, Lies the realm where death does tread, A sovereign land, where all fear to head. Cloaked in darkness, a figure s......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ah, it's my clinging to the image of who I might have been that distracts and torments me!” Fernando Pessoa Regret, a silent symphony......Read the rest...

...In the shadow's caress, where light fears to tread, Echoes of silence, in the void widespread. A tapestry woven with threads of the night, Where dreams fracture under the weight of fright. The ......Read the rest...

...Unsettling premonition kickstarts fiendish abomination Consider the following dogmatic, enigmatic, fantastic, idiotic, jargonistic, kimetic, linguistic, narcissistic, opportunistic, poetic......Read the rest...

...No gondolas are gliding under bridges, it's a lagoon without classic songs; pigeons are huddled and do not coo, they're frightened by the murky blue! Carlo sings some lovely Neapolitan song......Read the rest...

... Written: April 08, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Morphing into an appealing landscape, gathered around a table embrace. In the connection of family......Read the rest...

...In my dreams, I hear whispers and echoes from abandoned books Begging for attention, from their old bookshelves and cozy library nooks Ghostly pages full of dust, some damaged from water leaks and......Read the rest...

...The fog has not yet lifted from the enclave. The candyfloss glow of the sun suspended above the horizon of the valley in the Jock of the Bushveld Concervancy where I have made my new home reflects on......Read the rest...

...In the garden of our minds, blame takes root, A toxic seed that nourishes bitter fruit, It blooms with thorns and poisoned petals, A vine that entangles and settles. Like a venomous serpent coile......Read the rest...

...A crumbling cabin, a jungle deep, An old soldier trudging by, Imagining he heard, in the breeze, A ghostly, wounded sigh. This elder sat 'neath a mangrove To ease his creaking bones, His une......Read the rest...