Haunted Poems - Poems about Haunted

...Our splintered faith Crumbling beneath the immensity of our doubt Traces of crimson staining our weary hands Ensnared and entrenched, we take our positions Bearing the weight of our nation’s ......Read More

...In shadows deep, grief finds its dwelling place, A heavy cloak, its touch leaves no trace. With shattered heart, we tread the path of woe, In sorrow's grip, emotions ebb and flow. The ache with......Read More

... step … across the sill this haunted house walls of torn paper, dripping crumbling plaster ceilings hanging like rotten vines on this bony frame dark, broken windows, the empty eyes that s......Read More

...I will not be shaken I will not be shaking Nor will I be forsaken I keep my eyes on Him I will not be rebroken I will not be a token I am a prized creation and I keep my eyes on him I look u......Read More

... A tongue hunts the roof of its mouth seeking her heat. A radar signals it's blindness with haunted blips, but he always knows where her flesh melts in his hunger. Just the other day he w......Read More

...Trapped within these walls of stone, A prisoner of my own making. Captured by a hollow heart, A fortress for the taking. Swordless on a fragile throne, I'm a King without a crown. Haunted her......Read More

...A picture appeared on my phone today, on the proverbial page I perused. A view of an evil most vile, villainy veiled behind verve and vim. Sadists from Auschwitz, smiling in a storm. Should......Read More

...I’m too old to learn through play. If only I’d tried to make friends as a kid. Which I thought was a waste of time. Now I am in this class. Drilling it into my head. Being lectured… ......Read More

... Where To Find Where to find my lost love, so many years ago I left behind ! Now with empty mind in vain trying to r......Read More

... I'm the writer of my yarn I am the painter of my doom Thousands of phantoms here me warn From opened window of my room They walk and crawl in lane in hall As if they from the heavens fall T......Read More

...I spent three hours & forty-eight dollars in a used bookstore Dust filled the air as I cracked the spines of a thirty year old book wide open Baby blue, sun-stained, hard cover of Francois......Read More

...I know I have to let him go, I have to walk away. I don’t know how to let him go, I just have to find a way. Just taking it step by step, walking through the night Broken deep inside. Haunted......Read More

...??? Which dream is floating in thine eyes? Why tears thou shed in darkish night? A flickering flame of hope art thou For aching hearts a mirthful sight Which temp, which grave which forlorn......Read More

... Farewell to thee, farewell my soul My weeping eyes now cannot see Thou to thy haunted room can tell! That thou forever dwell with me! The magic of thy lovely tune I carry with me in my bre......Read More

..."Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house; can you hear the whispering? " Quote by _Constance La France I recall as a boy; I liked to explore scary abandoned houses, back then, I'd ......Read More