Haunting Poems

A Haunting Tale

"This house is haunted," so they say, but I went in the other day.
For many years I have walked past, with hurried steps that were quite fast.
Yet on this day as I drew near, no more this house would hold my fear.
I found my way through all the grass, pushed it aside, so I could

The Haunting of the Moon

She comes when the Moon is heavy
With wishes from many a maid
Who with passionate longing,
Their dreams upon it laid

She comes when night is warmest
In the time of the southern winds
That bring the moaning cries
Of maidens who meet sad ends

Her long dark tresses flowing
Along a figure fair and sweet
In creamy lace of night dresses
She haunts there

lost

Our old memories, the only comfort I have from you.
Every day, you’re jogging around my mind,
Like a ghost, haunting the same house.
Forever moving further and further away.
I wonder, do you still feel this way?

Do I haunt your dreams?
Do I pester your unconscious mind?
In the rooms I stand in, you follow in the corners.
I hear your

The Haunting Gaze

Once upon a woeful early December night nigh,
Who am I, in this fateful time of scry’s reprise?
Over many a quaint reminisce of my ghostly past,
Suddenly, feel eyes piercing again, with no end.
I looked around, to no avail; my time has end.
 I turned and saw darkness cast.

As I went out in the dreary night, I

Asylum Ghost Haunting Me

"When pain, rage and screams buried in the asylum of your heart start to poison your heart slowly and surreptitiously, you become a living ghost."    - Anne Winter




Last night I had a dream,
I was a ghost in an asylum, 
So many unheard screams,
Intelligence turned into something dumb and numb. 

I looked at

in the trees

     I meander past 
                  a rippling stream
    my hair blowing
                    

Heavy

My terror grows with each passing night,
As slow, steady darkness steals away sight.
Footsteps and whispers add to my fright —
Is there an end to such desperate plight?
How long, too long, till dawn’s early light!
I clutch my candle in trembling hand,
And watch the shadows dance to understand
What I envision as its light expands
Through the room and

Raven Eyes

When I take off as a raven,
the branch wobbles
my dark figure melts into the night.
No pack, no company
aside from the starlights—
they were once
alive, but now all there’s left are
fragments of tears from
somewhere above, is it heaven?

I wouldn’t know.

Wearing shadow of night itself,
I glide through the air.
Beneath me, a city in neon fire.
Cars rush below—
one place

What If He Says That to Our Daughter

-In the dead of night, when the world is silent, her whispers haunt the shadows of my mind.

“Daddy, I’m so tired… I don’t want to be here anymore.”
Her small voice, trembling like a ghost, echoes in my heart — a chilling reminder of the fragile life we’re trying to hold together.

Late at night,
when silence drapes

When the Light Forgot Me

I whispered your name
into the bruise of the storm
and it whispered back
like it missed me too.

Your voice—
I remember it
like warmth
I no longer deserve.

They keep telling me
the sky is clearing,
but I am rain.
I am always rain.

And when I tried
to let you go,
my fingers bled
from the holding.

The Haunted Spirit

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,

A haunting

You’re in your spot again tonight. Although I can’t see you I know you’re there. A cold spot existing near naked firelight, I suppose it’d matter if I actually cared.

Perhaps you blame me for being born. Perhaps I could be wrong. But either way if the intention is to fright you’ll be hanging around so

Creek Free Verse

Breach the surface within, 
Feelings change, 
Cold hands always doubting me. 
Ceilings hang over me, 
Teach me to never break down, 
Sealing what’s shouting “release”. 

I was always a dove, 
These feelings of love, 
They’re what’re crowding me. 
I was only a dove, 
Those days I was young, 
Cold hands were holding onto me. 
I

Petals You Never Saw

Look at Me

I don't feel sick,
Yet something inside is twisted
Not in body, but in the sap that shivers within.
Are these petals not what you envisioned?

Look at me.
What did I do wrong?
I sing the songs you taught me,
My voice trembling a  whisper against the wind
Does its fragile tune echo your hidden sorrow?

I grew as you

The Riverboat Revenant

She sails where the bayou kisses the tide,
a phantom queen with a mournful glide.
The paddle churns, though no hands steer,
and jazz floats faint on a breeze unclear.

Her lanterns burn with a ghostly hue,
casting gold on waters black and blue.
No passengers board, no voices ring--
just whispers soft as a violin string.

The captain’s hat is dust and

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