Ghost Poems - Poems about Ghost

By Michael Parker The winter storm has settled above me like a dark continent, aubergine and gray, and has eaten the moon and her children. The oracles, because of this, are choked and diminished. The house of the hush and hush is set askew; and the portals stationed in the mirrors and dark tapestries on the...

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"Ghost Orchid, Violet" plumes of purple blue like a burning bruise, spear through my mind the heart waits for the fall Evermore with open palms it’s bright core forever calls the light is blinding like a Ghost and it holds its fresh petalled orchid stretched out to me, petals opening the folds of a mind’s ever present dream unfolding from a...

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inside the mirror her macabre apparition seen by a toddler toddler is waving invisible friend they think non-seeing elders...

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Stun me. Rewind your music. Tap your feet to the sound that stirs you. Listen— the cuckoo clock is counting seconds back. Brush the cobwebs from your eyes. Reignite. Slip into your own pocket. Become your own muse. A compass. A flame. Listen to your pulse. Move where your body leads. Unravel the ache. Open the door. Let joy rush in. Tousle your hair. Wriggle your shoulders. Fall, unbraced, into your dream. Take...

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I saw one with the placidness of death A necropolis pummelled, with mallets of sorrow, By the brutishness of Silence and numbed by the Prickly shafts of premature grey hair, sickly and odorous. Even Tokyo, normally awash with people and pets, Pots and pans, observed the rules of siesta. I witnessed it —a virus so vicious —! A plague that humbled one...

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"When pain, rage and screams buried in the asylum of your heart start to poison your heart slowly and surreptitiously, you become a living ghost." - Anne Winter Last night I had a dream, I was a ghost in an asylum, So many unheard screams, Intelligence turned into something dumb and numb. I looked at...

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"I want to die in your bed With bittersweet memories, And a drunken head. Never want to be alone, Not for a single moment. I am scared, scared of the ghost - That lonely soul in the white garment. Funny, nowadays I'm feeling lonely too Maybe that ghost is a mirage of mine, BOO! Now, why are you going away, Leaving me, creating this...

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There is a hush between the crash of sky and soul— I almost forgot what silence stole his name half-spoken My own heart is unsure if it’s mine Grief echoes softly through measured time footsteps blur on ground not wholly earth or dream— I’m learning that not all ghosts are mean ...

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(Verse 1) This empty room still hums your favorite song, Sunlight cuts the dust where your laugh belonged. I trace the cracks in every worn-out tile, Searching for your shadow one more mile. (Chorus) **I can still feel you like a phantom limb—** A ghost in every room,...

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ANGIE, that last slow dance in smoky haze— you slipped UNDER MY THUMB like twilight’s ache. The Rolling Stones crooned fate through tangled days; I tried to PAINT IT BLACK for mercy’s sake. But YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT—truth stings— just loaded TUMBLIN DICE in neon towns, chasing HONKY TONK WOMEN on borrowed wings while WILD HORSES dragged dreams to...

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Words are old Meanings paused unfold. Sounds turned dead quiet . Darkenss killed all light . Left nothing to be seen. Just Ghost words that don't mean. 13 july 2025...

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you ate my heart with your bow in it while i had a choker around my throat and without the one which would keep me alive my body forgot its work and gave up i sacrificed myself for a ghost that was born in my thoughts i tried to touch your face but it started to fade away i kept on screaming...

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I drown myself in tasks, pour coffee five times a day, so even in those brief seconds, my hands are not idle, my mind not still. I raise the music to a scream, to drown the voice that gnaws, the voice that sounds like you. I write and write and write, so I do not reach for you, so my fingers find ink instead...

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How can you connect with someone who's just not there? Like you can sense their presence but all it is is air The life of a ghost isn't easy No one notices when you begin to feel sick and queasy You unwillingly lie with a smile It takes a while But you begin to feel the numb Of the loneliness that you...

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A broken gate in the cemetery holds many memories. By Poet Walk through my gate at night, only with a full moon very bright. The hanging "Gossamer" from the trees is an eerie sight, I do not know if I like this invite. This "Ghostly" night may bring some fright, but in the end we will be alright. Look over there at...

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