Short Ghost Story Poems
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englands ghost story
brown lady of raynham hall
gliding down the stairs
appearing nightly
dressed in a bridal veil
jilted at alter
If that closet door opens by itself again, I am gone.
I should not have watched that ghost story on TV last night.
I know that now, I do not need a reminder.
Other people can watch that stuff, but I cannot.
Here I sit at three a.m. staring in horror at that cl……
indigo moonbeam
Mere mortal deeply asleep
Shadow surge on wall
Indistinct movement
Particle of existence
Memories recalled.
Melancholia
Sleeping face ignites sadness
Desolate heartache.
Shimmering shadow
Lover's shade imparts soft kiss
Indigo moment.
She had a reputation for being one you did not want to see in your dreams.
Death had been fast and furious, her soul was apparently frayed at the seams.
The ghost stories the young told made our hair curl and our knees quake.
If you want to hear them, find the hag. She will make your teeth shake.
A photograph of us
tucked into an old paperback.
We took the book to Rome
long ago.
I left it on a bus.
Most likely
it has been destroyed,
by riffling thumbprints.
Paper rots,
the bus recycled into,
spoons and helmets.
The book was once
a romantic novel,
now it’s a ghost story.
Book worms rewrite history -
a very natural process.
A photograph of us
tucked into an old paperback.
We took the book
to Rome long ago,
and I left it
on a bus.
I wonder if the book
and the photo survive still
on some shelf somewhere,
that our picture
still looks like a couple in love,
or
if it has been destroyed
(most likely),
that it lives on
as a ghost story
in some other novel.
A few scattered yellow wood cabins
a swimming pool surrounded by pines
a pier to fish from, a lake not to go in
‘cept for the stinkpots* and sailboats *i.e., motorboats
marshmallow roasts by the campfire at dusk
a ghost story or two to relate
along with the hotdogs and burgers that day
the ghosts evicted whatever we ate
you can't break what's already broken nor forsake what's been forsaken
every love song is a ghost story ~ when velvet skies dimmed our glory
no one really comprehends ~ how deep into the core it descends
cloaked with invincible clouds , afraid to let tear-stained ink pour and set
silenced tongues sing in solitude ~ knitting metaphors misunderstood
hushed voices echo amidst smoky lungs ~ tainted through deafened art
Like living in the world of silence
Walking around like the living dead
Sitting, lying trying to sleep
Eventually we are thinking too deep
I can feel the blood running
Moving from vein to vein
My heart beats so fast
I can’t even understand
I thought this body is unbreakable
But this disease is uncontrollable
It ate my sanity, it makes me going crazy
Insomnia,
Like becoming one of those creature
They who lived in every ghost story
As the dark is their daylight