Ghost Story Poems

A Ghost Story

"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

Horrible Horrible Ghost Story

Horrible Horrible Ghost Story

She Only Loved 
Dancing Music
But Didn't Have
Meat.

-Gray Squirrel

05-17-2025

God Is Missing; A Ghost Story

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,

Meeting gthosts

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

My Ghost Story Realized

"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

The Ghost Of Roderow Hegg

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
    

ghost story to scare you tonight

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

The Curse of the Faceless Woman

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

Ghost Story

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

Ghost Story Part the First

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

A Ghost Story

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

A Ghost Story

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

A Ghost Story

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

A Ghost Story

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

A Ghost Story

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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