Get Your Premium Membership

Haunted Nightly

A seeming improbability. How I again trace Night hours, the forgotten of face . With sharper details. Tis not that odd a fact really. When come out to haunt Ghosts; be they from its past, taunt And who's housed peace ails.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry