Ghosts Poems - Poems about Ghosts

I'll deafen my ears before everyone else disappears, So I can have the most quietest peace of mind that hears their ghosts. What would I give then for others to be their living hosts?...

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In the moonlight almost midnight clearly witching hour is nearly here time for ghosts gremlins goblins ghouls beware the phantoms but have no fear don't take candies or sweets from strangers you will meet as there be scary zombies out there on the streets and if you don't believe then when trick or treating ask and ye shall receive for tonight is All Hallows' Eve ...

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Have you ever been haunted (no you have not) by a ghost from the future not even born yet in your paper thin realm trolled from a time post human extinction it could only happen to you so-called dead in your grave still tossing and turning & scratching like a deviant moldering and unquiet one hundred years now and the whispers yes whispers from the...

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Gone in sight and sound, But drift in silence, lost in space. Old laughs now echo, thin and cold, In rooms where warmth forgot to hold. We were a fire, bold and bright Now just ashes in the night. I reach, but memory won’t stay near, Just ghosts that whisper, “you were here"....

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A gossamer hung on the graveyard's gate. A spider clung to steel, consuming its meal. It had no need to know dinner was served late, Nor sensed ghostly keels the summer winds conceal. The owls flew on, unperturbed by midnight's scare, That made dead men howl silently in each grave, Fresh ghosts were blown toward the gate in despair, The gate creaked...

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"Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity." --Khalil Gibran She returns here every May sixteenth, the day she was to marry. I saw her GHOSTLY visage there at the GATES of the cemetery. I went, as I've done everyday, to lay flowers upon her GRAVE. I, the GRIEF-STRICKEN groom just striving to be brave. Just as the...

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I speak now, not with breath, But through the bones of history, Through palms that never bore fruit Because your embargo starved the soil. You feared not our weapons— We had none to match your bombs. You feared our ideas, Because they burned too brightly in the dark. Sixty-two winters and summers, My people have walked in chains— Not of iron, But of isolation, hunger, and...

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Ghosts Are Real But You Are Not You Are Just A Bio-Mechanism; A Complex Sensor Array, With Repetitive Event Synthesis Storage Media And Goofy Logic Circuits. And Your Intelligence? YOUR Intelligence Is Wayyyy More Artificial Than Anything Imaginable!!!! You Ain't Even A Competent Puppet! What Else Could You Be? Please. The Little Piece Of Ghost In You Only Matters. Oh. AND The Rest Of It. -Gray Squirrel 06-22-2025...

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The white shades pulled to half mast, like sleepy eyes… Peeking Rain from the gutters rushing fast, Seems to be… Weeping Doors locked, none shall pass, All your secrets… Keeping A revelation at last, buried bones that were… Sleeping A light flickers on, a gasp, Starts your heart… Beating The souls you've amassed, ghosts through rooms… Creeping ...

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Ghosts.  I knew of a man who believed in ghosts  but he didn’t believe in resurrection,  he believed in dying as an end of all activity  that was conscious.  But he thought that some people left their mark  on things they had cherished, bend the wood to his will  when stroking his fingers on the table to make it polished,  he leaves behind...

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Inspired by Ronnie James Dio song "Rainbow in the dark". ............................................ Again, shadows dance tonight—     this time, a grim tear swims down my cheek         as the light became less dim when the             thunder struck— the cold scolds my hold, and I lost my grip, reminding me I am free, like the lightning. But morning light fades into the dark;     the night has totally...

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Contest: Choose A Line 3 Sponsored by: Joseph May Contest Judged: June 7th, 2025 5:24:00 PM Placement: Second °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°` "The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire". Rains then poured out like held-back tears of anger, shedding emotions from the sky like a recently heartbroken damsel. The raindrops beat on the rusty roof— a drum that...

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I watched as silence danced with shadows, Playing the melody sung by my mind. Its blanket covered the darkness— broken only by a ray of light through a crack in the cave wall. I groped through the dark toward the stone, but the gale was too thick for my arms to swim. I imagined a ghost whispering— yet only silence listened. Echoes, like...

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Even when the sky is cracked and grey, Adoring arms can’t hold what’s meant to part. Ghosts of your voice dissolve into the day, Left behind, a hollowed aching heart. Oceans of grief drown the words unsaid, Fractured time blurs love into decay. Grief gnaws softly where our dreams have fled, Memories fade like ghosts at bay. Days pass, but the ache still...

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Really don’t matter if they f with me I just love to see friends coming up, but they ducking me. Brought my own ladder, it’s hard to handle for most, Getting support from this flow, tryna balance my highs and my lows. Hittin’ a lick for the price of some blow, ...

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