Haunts Poems - Poems about Haunts

How can I forget this hurt? I try to move past it. It consumes my present to the point that my gift of a future becomes unclear. Oblivious beneath a celestial map of stars. They refuse to grant any wishes. So naive, I still look to my skies. A searchlight soul that wanders the darkness. Unable to find another. A void of voices that echo the...

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The carousel moans to the empty dusk, rusted music haunts brittle air, the laughter has decayed....

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And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," President Abraham Lincoln was shot. President Abraham Lincoln died approximately nine hours after being shot at Ford's Theatre. The assassination occurred on the evening of April...

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Branches like bars separate me from skies birds in flying alight Sung out of this feathered corset — each tongue tight, for night's Unseen way up — alone, lay me down with my unseen streak Their skeleton unlike my wings; God, they sing — Eyes nest nowhere — I remember morning by heart Red chested, I'm blinded by the percussions who can see dark —...

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In shadows deep where whispers blend, A haunting dream steals through my night. It haunts me still, it will not end, And casts a veil of silent fright. A haunting dream steals through my night, Its echoes dance with shadowed grace, In every corner of my space. It haunts me still, it will not end, Each whisper sharp, a ghostly trace, That lingers in...

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the pass of time drafts in chimes bare like my old ring. ...

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Ghastly sights on the day of the dead frighten me, Zombie ghouls from the grave will arise from afar With a howl and a scream sodden ghost running free Come the fear of dying ‘neath the moon and the star. On a cold October autumn night keeping watch, Lest the hand of the witch grab my leg, drag me...

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As a community we thunder. This reality is a tragedy that we are under. Promises turn to demands and they demand that we pay. There is nothing left after this stay. We depart as veils of ourselves- And try our old haunts, the past we cannot dispel....

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Life haunts me! Every aspect of it.....haunts me ! It did not give me peace, is not giving me peace, suppose will never endow me with peace. Not till the day, i finally escape from it. Constant, a bitter halo surrounds, questions, questions ! remains ever unanswered. All I wanted is to live by my heart, wanted to breathe free, and the world to understand...

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He haunts the back streets hugging the sides of buildings Unseen, unfelt, unloved a statistic in a dusty cabinet file Raising up on sole-less shoes He sneaks a view from the alley ice on every windowpane conversations mixing with steam He slinks to the edge of town to the bridge o'er the rushing river Would...

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president trump haunts my Dream president Trump haunts my dreams daily dystopian nightmares as he daily proclaims the end to the republic as he ushers in fascism with his every lie he corrupts the world and I hate seeing his bloated fat ugly body that haunts my every dream as I watch him rant and rage against my old friends, his enemies in the deep...

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He still haunts my dreams both night and day My bruises healed but the terror still stays Numerous Flash backs of being used So I wrote a spell just for the abused Crocodile Tears of the insincere Wax gathered from satanic ear Hair from the head of...

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How can it be he is no longer here? How can it be I do not hear that voice His presence haunts me from his battered chair Though I have money and no needs to bare I feel the grief, the affect of his choice. How can it be that he has vanished here? What is...

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A mirage of deathly shadow grates my mind… flinging me out beyond a holed nightscape; it traps my existence on chains of insanity as footsteps race against a tortuous wind drumming, banging, yelling old sins; and how it laughs as if to rake my bones into pieces... NO, is there a way out from this purgatory, this meshed labyrinth? A surreal...

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The raven stares hard through the window, seems intent on reading the rants on the sheet of paper lying on the table as if they were a flavored part of my brain. The raven is a carnivore that feeds on non-veg dishes of fear and curiosity. I clutch at the sheet, fold it and put...

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