Best Phantom Poems
A phantom horse came galloping
beneath a silver moon
across a field of recent war
where corpses’ bones lay strewn.
With thunder in his hoof beats,
again and then again,
he raced along a river which,
like blood, ran through that plain.
Though frightful he appeared to be
on land that reeked demise,
a sole intent gleamed strongly
in his sad and ghostly eyes.
Then finally, as dawn began
to paint the broad stretch red,
the unrelenting stallion stopped
and seemed to bow his head.
He briefly knelt, then stood upright
and bore away, with speed,
the spirit of the knight for whom
he’d been a trusty steed!
2014 post for Angela Tune's A Ghost Story Poetry Contest
Submitted Oct. 13, 2022
for Mark Toney's 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 17 Poetry Contest
Walking corridors of derailed delusions
I welcome my created confined confusions
For I am lost in phantom night...
I dance with demons deploying death
Desirous destruction of my life’s last breath
Consciously cocooned manic moonlight...
A bipolar bliss within tangled time
Waiting for a savior of an angels chime
For I am lost in phantom night...
Secluded silences in a whirlpool of winter
My starving soul soaked in a lachrymal linger
Tormented tears taking fatalistic flight...
Only God knows where I am
Devoured by lions this gentle lamb
Farewell to this nefarious night...
June.07.2017
God Knows Where I Am - Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
All alone you sit there in grip of graveyard, hosting demonic thoughts,
Listening to cries of tombstones, squalling from lovers’ somber epitaphs,
Recounting how you chased prospects, innocent souls you courted,
Celebrating your maleficence building bonfires on the burial grounds,
Where you buried them one by one, watching the dance of demons,
As your stony heart laughed aloud, mocking the dead in total disregard.
You lured them with synthetic smiles, faux glamor of loveless stance,
Never meaning a word uttered, attired in stares of spurious glance,
As you prayed on them, then discarded; in landfills of broken-hearts.
Relationships initiated in springs of life, often parched in summer heat,
As passionless encounters burned in flame of hideous promiscuity;
Got washed away by the feisty storms churning scurrilous intensity,
Propelling hurricanes lovelorn, flooding realms of lovesome prairies,
When aspirations of your lust subordinated inspirations of pure love.
Old and fragile, you ruminate now, in frigid winters of your miserable life,
Speechless, motionless, fearful of your pitiful world swiftly passing by,
Haunting your eyes, as paranormal spirits, the silhouettes of the dead,
Mock your decrepit existence, shouting insanities at your grimacing face.
Remorseful beneath moon and stars, you inscribe your own epitaph:
She was a gloom of stygian clouds, shrouding arc of love on sunlit dawns,
She was a dubious counterfeit act; she was a vile curse on romance,
A cooing dove of morn she was not; a phantom of love she sure was.
Without soul nourishment our spirits shall wither and die.
Words are a mere instrument, but can reflect truth to power.
Of our faith within love and understanding—truth begs mercy,
Whilst melting honey-sweet crystals kiss thy soft warm cheeks.
We dream and bathe inside the sun’s most radiant gift of desire.
Cool waters of divine creation lovingly quench this desert fire,
And the haunting spectre of death shall never be an end to us!
Winds of such deep-thoughts softly and sweetly sting at once,
When I show you a mirror-image of what our destiny can be.
Adrift in storms of fervid emotions I give in now to your love.
I see a temple of beauty I once bowed down to under your gaze,
As your red-hot daggers strike deepest cords in this coldest breeze.
Now holding hands sunlight-sparkled with you inside this dream,
This heartfelt satisfaction’s worth more than all the world’s gold!
Riches fall from Heaven now in shining jewels of misted pearls,
Whilst I walk alone in deepest thoughts in my blue suede shoes.
Living-loving inside a sole-soul of dreams—true and unbounded,
I hear songbirds whistle and whisper in such joy by God’s grace.
Our souls may nourish themselves on the eternal power of our love.
With God as our witness—we fear not what death shall bring to us,
For our love and true destiny exist far beyond this mortal world!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 15, 2016
(Free Verse)
When I saw him last,
He wore grey bananas on his feet
He had a pirate’s hat between his teeth
Long last the man from Oliver Kitten arrived on the shores of my head
How was he to bring such a large basket of straws and ask me to bloom a white rose
You have been back he said with a twirl of a red gem
Yellow kittens for my pleasure,
Only one black dog
Keep roaring up the hill, don’t stop
Take the bottom off the wheel
You won’t need it soon
You are on your way down
The pink parade will catch your fall
Dolphins everywhere
Even under my old brown coat
The tangled torrid scenes of twisted pregnant fiends
among the muted yells where guilty conscience dwells...
Under a spray of cold water
Sizzles upon impact on my passionate body
Droplets of desire trickling down
You are the water phantom
Flame and water ignites a spark
Building intense harmony through silent chaos
Desire burning inside
Sensations brewing in hot lava
Your love letters licking my mind
Every alphabet is a glinting beacon in my unlit chamber
You are the conductor of my orchestra making melodies
Together we make beautiful rhythms in giving and taking
Normally, I'm not one to be alarmed by things that go bump in the night,
But the other night I saw something that gave me a most dreadful fright!
I awoke to make a visit to you know where (as us old guys are prone to do)!
As I lay there half asleep, a very eerie figure came into my field of view!
Still in a sleepy stupor, at the foot of the bed, I saw a spectre peering at me!
I pulled the covers over my ears yet kept one eye open so that I could see,
Who this interloper could be that so rudely interrupted my peaceful rest,
And could surely be the cause of a potentially serious cardiac arrest!
A ray of moonlight shone upon the scary apparition causing me more alarm!
My spouse was serenely snoring and I hesitated to poke her with my arm.
I moved and it advanced toward me - it was a most fearsome sight!
I saw that it had several appendages, all glowing ghostly white!
Things were looking rather grim for me on that dark and stormy night!
To make matters worse, the clock struck twelve reminding me of my plight!
The shaking of the bed and chattering of my teeth aroused my wife to wake!
I cautiously pointed to the spook that caused her to do a double take!
Now the bed was really shaking due to her uncontrollable guffaw!
She pointed out a startling fact that caused me to drop my jaw!
"You addlepated nincompoop! From you I don't want to hear another peep!
That spook you saw was your foot so shut up and let me get back to sleep!"
Entry for Brendon J. Simons' "Hallucination" Contest
Phantom Slippers of Thoughts
Without soul nourishment our spirits shall wither and die.
Words are a mere instrument, but can reflect truth to power.
Of our faith within love and understanding—truth begs mercy,
Whilst melting honey-sweet crystals kiss thy soft warm cheeks.
We dream and bathe inside the sun’s most radiant gift of desire.
Cool waters of divine creation lovingly quench this desert fire,
And the haunting spectre of death shall never be an end to us!
Winds of such deep-thoughts softly and sweetly sting at once,
When I show you a mirror-image of what our destiny can be.
Adrift in storms of fervid emotions I give in now to your love.
I see a temple of beauty I once bowed down to under your gaze,
As your red-hot daggers strike deepest cords in this coldest breeze.
Now holding hands sunlight-sparkled with you inside this dream,
This heartfelt satisfaction’s worth more than all the world’s gold!
Riches fall from Heaven now in shining jewels of misted pearls,
Whilst I walk alone in deepest thoughts in my blue suede shoes.
Living-loving inside a sole-soul of dreams—true and unbounded,
I hear songbirds whistle and whisper in such joy by God’s grace.
Our souls may nourish themselves on the eternal power of our love.
With God as our witness—we fear not what death shall bring to us,
For our love and true destiny exist far beyond this mortal world!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 15, 2016
(Free Verse)
Phantom Fear
A schizoid severe conjuring phantom fear
Puddles of pain never to redeem and regain
Demons at dawn seductive serpents spawn
Abandoned by god forever fallaciously flawed
Fallen angels spread devoured by the dead
Embryonic evil sings flapping of wounded wings
Meet my megalomania a silent schizophrenia
Forever falling I hear the wavering wind calling
Tangled in torment within a lachrymose lament
Tightening the captive chain again and again.
Aug.28.2017
Fear
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
Caught in the throes of depression
he fights an endless battle which
makes his life a constant misery.
Phantom warriors haunt his mind.
High-pitched are their battle cries,
severe and persistent. Fatigued
he succumbs to their intensity.
Roaring on, they launch assault
after assault, fully knowing that
ultimately a resounding victory will
be theirs. Bells ring triumphantly!
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© 11th March, 2017
In the deepest corner of the room
a shadowy figure lurks in the blackness
still as a soldier,
curiously I creep toward it,
close enough to feel its breath I gently reach out,
jerking back instantly it doesn't move its feet
Phantoms aren't real I try to convince myself,
transparent and silent as ghosts are
sluggish and light moving,
suddenly its vanished
as all ghostly figures eventually do
Phantom Phone Call
All Hallows Eve quickly approaches
With tales of crypts and ghostly coaches
When haunting spirits again roam
To sounds of chains and dirges of moans.
Amid this eerie spine-chilling time
Beloved mother prepares to die
Fragile link between Heaven and earth
Suddenly splits in her rebirth.
One final breath, one final sigh,
One final smile from her blue eyes
Now at midnight her spirit takes flight
Traveling light through darkest midnight.
The battle over – sweet warrior at rest
Home phone rings jarring mourning expressed
Familiar voice heard on the line – no trick -
“Child, this is your mother!” Click…
10-8-21
Contest: Something Spooky 8-16 lines Poem
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
The story is true story although timeframe has been altered. After mom died our home phone rang. It was past midnight. The voice on the other end of the line was mom’s voice. The call untraceable.
Rhymes checked with RhymeZone
Phantom of the Opera
I stand and watch from my box five
And listen to the most beautiful Nightingale
I could stay awake till wee hours of dawn gale
Listening to her melodic voice
Transcendent a soul through a lovely vale
A ring upon her finger I hope one day and feel alive
An Angel of Music
I come and go as I please and no one knows
As I walk the path of the tunnels mongst those
To its lake beneath the Opera Garnier
I know them as well as the construction rose
Mask ball I pretend to be in my everyday life
A voice behind a mask is all people know of that
A man that wears a dress suit, a cloak and a large felt hat
A gentleman wears a mask to hide his deformed face.
She cannot fathom the mystery of the Man’s Voice
The sounds of his voice singing songs coming from the walls
My heart broke turning into jealousy and rage
When Christine said yes to her childhood sweetheart
To say good-by forever and turn the pages
I lose my sleep to sleepless nights it’s her I miss
Venetian mosaics ceiling weakens
Causing the huge ornate crystal chandelier
To crash down upon the floor
Stealing his beloved Christine
To the cellars of the Opera Garnier
Time is running out and you know it well
“It will never be “she says, for you and me”
I just wanted to be like everybody else
And not hide from man’s eyes
The Monster I am
11/23/2016
Resource;
https://seeksghosts.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-phantom-of-opera-fact-or-fiction.html
https://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/l/leroux/gaston/phantom-of-the-opera/complete.html
From behind the crimson curtain,
The skylark sings within her
Gilded cage of musical notes,
To please her dark lord and master.
Beauty's prisoner of the forsaken,
She raises her voice in clarity's
Magnificence,
Beneath crystal chandeliers opulence.
As if a bird taking flight within
Harmonies Symphony.
This youthful diva sheds
Her physical shackles, released
By a spiritual reclamation, of liberty's
Beyond her earthly form.
This mistress of song captures
Liberation’s heights, beyond freedoms
Escape, to soar high above the heavens.
She is set free, released within the music itself.
In the mind of the phantom, he plays
Along with the orchestra of the dammed.
A pianist of great renowned, with loves
Sweet melody, is inspired by jealousy’s
Conquest, she is his, always and forever.
The dead’s musicians, play on, with their
Instruments precisely in tune,
A delicate balancing, is each textures
Movement, it is harmony's perfection,
A Graceful sounding, carried across the
Stage of this twisted tragedy.
On destiny's piano the grand master sits,
With his candelabra lit, from loves eternal
Flame of desire.
It's light softly flickering, by gentle winds
Breeze, calling her name, Christine.
Oh angels of mercy, here the meadow lark
Singing, beneath the cobbled streets,
And sawyers chambered walls.
Love's prince does slay the beast,
As fire shatters the opera house, leaving
Nothing but ashes residue behind.
Yet in echoes voice, he screams by nights
Breath, her name once more, he calls unto her,
The phantom of the opera, Christen.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN