Haunted Poems - Poems about Haunted

The Missing Ouija Board An Unholy Whodunnit in Verse I summoned ghosts at midnight’s glare, At Cemetery Gate—with snacks to spare. We were just spelling “B-U-R-I-E-D” when—Zap! The Ouija Board vanished... like a ghost on a gap. Who stole my Ouija Board from cemetery?! Was it the undead... or Karen...

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I’m a bird in a cage, but the cage is my head, On a walk in the park, but I’m running instead, The bookshelf is haunted, my reflection is too, Squeaks and whimpers out in the blue ...

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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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ghostly visitor ancient beveled looking glass ominous feeling...

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I am not letting you rent a space inside my head. No, you are not living here no more. Stop running up and down in my head. You trampled my heart, step on it. Now you're coming in and out, up and down in my head. Leave me alone, I am good on my own. I want to...

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A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades overgrown fields, drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned. Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground— bloated and weathered, strips of fabric flapping in the harsh elements. Legends of wraiths wander, replicating whispers of infected insanity. Laughter lingers in suspect...

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Depression Its darkness. A cold embrace, An old friend. It welcomes me, like a lighthouse after a tragic storm. I feel her claws like a deceiving caress Her words drown me in blanket of numbness Bitterness maws at me like a rabid wolf I sleep I eat I sleep again. Praying she doesn’t invade my dreams. Too late. Grades drop faster than silence after I tell someone...

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Wailing wind soft hard and loose Indigo sins blown away by you Not everyone listens to your truth Denim days are made forever blue Soulful song sounds silvery sonnet Onyx town with a curse on it Neon prayers clash with Easter bonnet Graveyard laugh as heart is haunted...

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you let love slip through your fingers where you once held the key now you're haunted with regret and have nowhere else to flee AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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GREY. "Life is not black or white; it is the agony of grey." “I can’t do this”, she said. With an unveiling frown, “I can’t deal with all this” but the treasons were filled with all her absurd, The voice that used to occupy my crown, Now echoes with these ‘final words’, Those silent whispers are now haunted by the...

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As I close my eyes I see them again Phantoms of the past Are the here to warn me Or to punish me for my sins? They don't leave my side I don't see them during day But I feel them everywhere I hear them "You're going to end up like your mother" Haunting me And I have no escape As I am a prizonier of...

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It whispers low on midnight’s breath, A shadow wreathed in mist and death. Not born of grace, but spectral might, It haunts the veil 'tween dark and light. It stirs the winds, it bends the flame, A nameless force none dare to name. Through hollow halls, its echoes creep,...

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the rain to keep me company I reap the silence of the night the mystery of its realm the idleness of walking and meandering to walk the streets alone haunted by your memory and that somehow keeps me sane when morning comes and still you're gone i somehow make it through the day and only long for sunset to start again my quest for the fading memory of...

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I'm not in love with her; it's more than that—I'm haunted. Every time she looks at me, I feel the Earth tilt, gravity trying to pull me closer to her. She's not just in my thoughts; she is their architecture. I no longer dream; I merely relive conversations we never had. I replay her words as if they were sacred...

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the underworld rumbles and summons beckoning in groveled whispers with undertones of shady pretenses haunted by gods and demons who brazenly wave their book of souls tormentors do the dirty work in afterlife meanwhile here kings and rulers wealth in pocket pauper in heart build their towers to climb to heaven every last of these towers of babylon will one day come apart at the...

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