Best Spectre Poems

Beauty that is mirrored is that beauty?
Absent love leads phantom duty
My running pen speaks not so bright
In its ink hide ghosts by night

It’s intimate with willing paper
White bond drinks up all black vapor
The curves, the contours, strokes—I gape!
Appear in spectral words of shape

And whisper sounds...

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Knowledge
Reasoning
Wisdom...

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The root word for religion is not kind – 
Latin verb that means to tie or to bind – 
as it tends to play tricks on anyone’s mind. 

For some, the edicts lash; they mercilessly lash.
Inspiration in ash, never reached heights of ash.

As I am...

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October firmly sits
awaiting the imminent arrival
of Hallows Eve.  It creeps
ever closer, and so too my ghosts.
Skeletons long packed away
play percussion solos with my coat hangers.
The closed door muffles its cacophony,
but soon others may notice the bus for freedom.
Pandora’s box has nothing on my closet!

Phantom...

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four masted schooner
eerily drifts on the waves
smugglers sip on rum...

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Under centuries of sediment
Tramped by stalwart feet
And twenty-two layers of blood
Laid down like concrete
From crunching force ambivalent
To this mottled seat

Dangles a shepherding spirit
Bathed in phantom mist
Playing on strings of circumstance
When souls coexist
With delusional flesh taunting once
So violently kissed

Until caressed in the nexus,
Songs resonating
In harmonic tempo...

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The Spectre

     I saw the spectre cross the hall
     But when I looked into that space
     I saw there was nothing there at all.

     I saw a shadow upon...

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Spectre! Spectre! dreadful sight
haunting tombs all hallows night
my mortal eye fears to see
are you in the cemetery?

wafting through murky midnight mist
'tween head stones do you twist?
in my ear do you bemoan?
would you terrorise one alone?

and how shocking, how maligned,
have you twisted my once sane mind?
and...

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How broken would a sad heart be
to know it haunts your dreams
Looming like a shadow o'er
your new love's fragile growth
Would it cry out in despair to hear
your thoughts and muffled screams
Or calmly pull its dagger out
and swiftly kill you both

How broken would a sad heart...

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An
Old man
Appears as
Mischief spectre
In abandoned wood house, in full moon night











Example For Enchanted House Poetry Contest
5-21-2016...

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The Spectre of sex appeal by Salvador Dali 1934
On the right-hand bottom side, we see Dalí as a 
child, dressed as a sailor, observing his monstrosity

I misunderstand, tell what is the plan
As I change from juvenile into man
Her formation intrigues and repulses
Instead of control, there...

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From trembling scorn stained lips,
ashen cheek tear-streaked from woe.
Jealousies' rancid inheritance, 
mournful Banshees’ eternal concerto

Feigned compassion mists a dead smile, 
Innuendos' bitterest honeyed embrace. 
Breath tinged with your poisoned reprieve 
Sirens symphony of shameful disgrace

Bronzed skin glistens tarnished,
Sun spun curls chlorine sheened.
Carnal fantasies careen off...

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Violently broken, but peacefully reclined upon concrete;
It's body lies in repose as the passerby quickly glances 
at then quickly away from death's sullen stare.
Once proud in life, it still maintains an aura of grace and poise.
Even though rigor mortis had begun to entomb this
frail and...

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Three legs,
four eyes,
five hands,
and two heads,
they could not beleive,
he was there,
and born,
but they had to,
when they saw him ahem!,
what could they do,
look bewildered and flat,
and in shock do a full spat,
they walked around,
looked him full,
it was an average hour,
they spent with him,
in single or groups,
then...

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Moon concealed by shadow of Grim Reaper
Under guise of the gloomy clouds of storm –
Reason enough to stay at home and not
Dread the deadly, wary walk at midnight.
Eerie noises from the rumbling thunder, 
Rats scuttling and skittering to find shelter.

Intense and impassioned fear crept in...

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