Ghost Story Poems - Poems about Ghost Story

Horrible Horrible Ghost Story She Only Loved Dancing Music But Didn't Have Meat. -Gray Squirrel 05-17-2025...

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God is missing, Come hither there’s whiskey, drugs, sex, twitter! Those who bewail we’ll banish in a cage God's vanished in thin air,...

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As a young four- to five-year-old child, My wish to meet ghosts grew eerie and wild. We lived a mile from a riverbed’s shore, Where tales of witches and spirits galore, Roamed through the night in the darkness, compiled. By day, vultures circled in the sky, Snatching at food, as they swooped low and high. I heard they sometimes took children away, But...

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"Be one to understand this, it cannot be by gist alone, for it starts through many doors via the following poems/stories, be what may will be your choice. Start, end, middle, or what draws you, come what may. You may sense writings that may draw you of what I've not submitted--BUT, my writings must be...

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He died in a sudden in a world untamed and a burden to his own flailing calmness yet nevertheless Hegg was dead dead for her and for her the earth, kingdoms, seas and all under no more was her Roderow and though ...

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She had a reputation for being one you did not want to see in your dreams. Death had been fast and furious, her soul was apparently frayed at the seams. The ghost stories the young told made our hair curl and our knees quake. If you want to hear them, find the hag. She will make your teeth...

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The Curse of the Faceless Woman Lost in time, this story is told, about a woman, dark and bold. She walks the streets on a foggy night, with a hood on her head to hide from sight. Her story starts one summer’s eve, beside the lake an evil deed. A thief stole her daughter’s life, and filled...

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night in haunted house noisy presence in wardrobe patch of damp in bed...

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Mad Meg of the Moors they call her And she’s always dressed in white And she’s looking for a bus stop As she wanders through the night. You can hear her hideous mutter Oh my lord, oh dear, good heaven Where have they moved the stop For the number twenty seven. They say she was left behind From a charabanc...

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I met a strange man walking through the cemetery He said, “Hey, If you’ll listen, I’ll tell you a ghost story” I replied, “Those are dull.” He said, “On the Contrary!” Then yelled “BOO” in my face. For that, he would be sorry What he didn’t know, was that his tale of the grave Was one I knew all too...

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Sue and I had lost contact when we left school and the Dominican Convent, Met up ten years later, admitted both of us foolish, each nodded consent, Had coffee, agreed to meet often, lived in Cape Town, merely a suburb apart, Both happy with our villas, loved our homes, the Cape so stylish and smart. She invited me to...

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In a corner of my village, where old teaks creak, Where their feathery green leaves, with breeze, secrets speak; Near these none, even at noon ever dare to go, It's believed that at night ghosts has their fashion-show...! A youth happen to see it; so soon he fell dead. Anyone who witnessed had to die; stories said; None, hence, took the...

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Around the campfire, tired, no…worn-out Anticipating a good night’s rest as a scout, Our leader insisted that we listen intent Before heading back to our awaiting tent. We poked at the fire; we could vaguely hear Sounds from a cemetery not so very near, And the howl of a wolf, at least, we thought As he spoke of a war battle near...

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Spirits wander in and wander out met usually with a painful shout They give me chills but also wonder are they real or tales from dark under? This story is true, happened few years past. We keep telling so memory lasts. Four friends were at Joyce's house one day when Niece Sue stopped by on her way. Likes genealogy she says now; found great-grandma...

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OUTSIDE THE CITY Outside the city where the pomegranates grow, I take a silent breath and walk a little slow, The cottage I live in is not too far away, All covered with ivy and an open doorway; Outside the city where the icy waters flow, There's a hidden garden where I often...

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