Ghost Town Poems - Poems about Ghost Town

I can't believe that all this time everything was happening in my mind ghost town of a life that I dreamed it was mine. Jessica...

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As memories scatter in echoes of laughter. I recall childhood dreams now lost among old trees. Hope once ran free and wild, but now I just feel tired. A playground of conflicts, which no longer exists. Sharp slides, see-saws and swings, where we fought with bare fists. They built posh apartments, dull,...

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The town, betrayed by time passed, lies forsaken. Lost, lain memories, like tumble weeds, awaken To the prod of windy wisps, and roll willy nilly, Hazardously rendering any hope of revival as silly. Whispers of the past, wind borne, quickly fade, Always out of hearing, always too soft, under the breath, played. But, echoing clearly, that what once was, could never...

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Ghost Town David J Walker Arriving via stagecoach dreams The host of the ghost town hotel Says most of the guests remain to be seen remain in the same rooms/refrain from complaining about the moaning /groaning all night long Who are you looking for He says I don’t remember anymore I says As I fade from the dream There’s a stage every night He says real...

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If you need to ease your mind, With silence ever vast. The mail, a place where you will find, The ghosts of retail past. Starting in the parking lot, With donut tire tracks, Many empty days have brought, The weeds out from the cracks. The Mall is now a ghost town, Near every store is closed. Window paper falling down, With empty space exposed. Sears had left...

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There’s only ghosts in this town I’m so close to a break down I don’t even want you around When you’re here i’m always feeling down Just let me drown I don’t wanna be found I didn’t know that I was hell bound Guess we’ll learn when we’re buried in the ground Don’t try to get with me, I’m not a rebound I don’t...

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Ghost Town As I walk past the sagging wooden sentinels, silence is deafening. Only the haunting sound of wind moving through its skeletal remains. Once, a place of hope and dreams now sits alone and forgotten. Echoes of voices from the past fill the hollow structures once thriving with life. Memories will always remain as nature continues to...

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The little town sits by the road to nowhere Now a muted grey, the empty shells forgotten A sagging door, an empty window, a broken stair Sad reminders of those who used to lived there In the dust a single footprint left by...

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The clanking sound of spurs, the sun’s glare off the shiny doppelganger derringers. Her hat tipped onto her sweating brow. “Contests! We don’t need no stinking contests!” Her cowhide boots kick up the prairie dust. She’s not your quintessential grandmother. Her torrential windpipe words ready for a fight. “I will be number one! Like it or not!” She spits tobacco into the air,...

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a gentle wind blows ~~~ the tumbleweeds are rolling a lifeless ghost town ~~~...

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Love’s Ghost Town Remembers Isolated yesterdays Feeding off arid dust, While ancient choruses of tumbleweed Keep passion’s past perpetually moving. Wind blown footprints weave gracefully through Structures of emotion’s main street, Where milestones once fresh of adorned colors Appear mirage-like, Even as its essence remains alive. Questioned of age, Experience remains confident of purpose, Defying rejection, Lifting its rolling history Above and over obstacles, Willing to chance its foreverness at...

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I got hallway out of town today but I couldn't leave before I faced the last of my demons So I turned around and went back Drawn by the emptiness I'd avoided for months Four walls held up by cement that might as well be made of bones and ash from all the skeletons I've left buried there I'd burn it down if...

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This hollow space in my heart Is more than just within my heart You scarred my soul, you chained me down to the hell you brewed for me I fell for you, yet you stepped back, as an illusion traveling through space. time. I walked these passages before ... A time long ago, I felt this horror and hatred, this...

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Standing in the among the ruins of what Used to be a thriving little gold fever town I swore I heard music and laughter coming From the half-moon saloon, I walked around But nobody could be found still I could of Sworn I just saw a cowboy walk chasing An Apache in a cloud of dust well I felt a Chill run...

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Standing in the among the ruins of what Used to be a thriving little gold fever town I swore I heard music and laughter coming From the half-moon saloon, I walked around But nobody could be found still I could of Sworn I just saw a cowboy walk chasing An apache in a cloud of dust well I felt a Chill run...

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