Ghosts Poems - Poems about Ghosts

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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"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 only children could dance to. But they danced not in the house, but right there...

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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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nostalgic thoughts hovering late at night friendly ghosts AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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The apparition was cautious Materializing in a slow, steady way I had never believed in ghosts Spirit was something I pretended to believe in At church But I didn’t. My schemata would not allow me to let this creature into my mind She gave me a sad look and dematerialized I possibly missed my last chance to speak to my mother But she taught...

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The trash bag at my door—gone, someone took it. In the shared hall, I see a ghost from years ago. A glance, three short lines, one long breath— We look at each other like catching, releasing ghosts. Do we both think the other’s faking it? The line between man and phantom is only light. A few ghost-words, truth-words—thank you— Thanks to her,...

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Now I understand why ghosts rise from the past, shimmering shadows and whispers, For the past never truly dies; it just hides in dark, deep corners, Until silence can no longer last and echoes begin to sing again, It’s in the mirror, in the voice that sounds like mine, in that endlessly repeated "I’m fine." All the things I've...

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