Short Ghost Town Poems

She wandered past
on a ghost-town road, heading
to her forever....

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unrest in the street

curfew in place

ghost town

8/28/2020...

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Inside 
the dead schoolhouse
an old pump-organ plays itself
at dusk....

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a gentle wind blows ~~~
the tumbleweeds are rolling
a lifeless ghost town ~~~...

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Beside the last pew, 
a chipped white collection plate.
A ghostly blessing
if you toss a modern coin
through time and the barred front door....

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lord
i
need to find
an old dirt road
that
twist and turn
to
lead me out of 
this 
ghost town
where
no more 
haunted ghosts
to 
be found...

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Listen to poem:

Playground deserted, 
haunted, in ghost town.
Rusty swing creaking
as the wind swings
the empty seat
from side to side,
echoing an eerie toll
to a town 
that died....

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Take
a line
fora walk-
through a cryptic
maze

Mark Toby's 'Ghost Town'


see this and others at
http://www.michaelrosenfeldart.com/artists/artists_represented.php?i=159 ( no 5 of 6)...

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In my head are dark contemplations
Rattled by silent reflection
I fear my introspection
And my own damnation
Scrawled on concert halls
And ghost town malls
See my eyes
Death lies
...Why?
...

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Gathering from this night...
These streets as her ghost town
Hushed whispers, shall we find you then ?
Standing at love's window; upon the other side
Of light ? Crystal eyes His child cries; a phantom bride....

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Sometimes I'm in a crowd,
but my heart's eyes see a ghost-town
all around me,
with people who don't care who I am
or where I'm from....
Echoes of loneliness haunt me in my mind
every time I visit some people or places.......

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Once in the ghost town they called rotgut
Seen mortician dancing dead mans strut
Six shooter brought Slim down
Black smith hurried left town
Guess hang by boots then when in a rut




Entry For Jerry's 
A Town Called Rotgut
GL All...

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Old brown
Ghost town

Bright light
Scary sight

Severed head
Lying in bed

No fuss
Just us

 Old tale
Past stale

Just teens
Set scenes

For fun
‘twas done

Old tricks
For kicks

New moon
Too soon

New day
More play...

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Collectors, traveling from far,
Dig in ashes piled behind
The weather-whitened, ghost-town bar:
Whiskey bottles there to find.

A hundred years have come to pass:
Cowboys—gamblers—girls—all dead.
Half-buried legacies of glass
Gleam beneath the rotting shed....

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Watching the descent
without god
in an intelligent design.

Come have a look at
our adversary.
The template offers an open hand.

The culture of hunger
in this urbane obscenity
sitting on the payment making a motif.

The giant strode into
the hut to blame the poor
who would not eat his words.



Satish Verma...

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Monumental statues
   so quickly torn down
by radical, woke vision
   Truth, a ghost town

Sewer workers' heroes
   too, have to go
They carry out the
   'Plans of the Man'
Don't you know?...

Located underground
   Can't tear those statues 'down'
Will they be broken 'up?' 
   ~ I hear a voice screaming 'Yup'...

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A devils wind blew in
the stars covered the sky
smoke filled the air, not a soul to be heard
a ghost town full of fright
a wild heart on the loose
a gun slinger he'll shoot
his love is barren, broken with an arrow
on an eagles wing he flie's
a devils wind is blowing in
one's man love, barren among the crazy hearts
now he flie's.....

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There was a young lass from Gertrude 
    Who just loved to dance in the nude
           But she had two left feet
          She could not hold a beat
       To top it all off she was rude



  




* Gertrude is a ghost town in West Virginia 

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As the man weeps and bellows,
He walks through the ghost town meadow.
Ashes upon ashes his home remains,
It hits so hard he can't endure this pain.
He then walks to the tomb stones,
You can hear the sadness in his tone.
He falls to his knees in front of his new home.
A gunshot rings through the woods, now his spirit can begin to roam....

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A devils wind blew in 
 the stars covered the sky
 smoke filled the air
 not a soul to be heard
 a ghost town, full of fright 
 a wild heart on the loose 
 a gun slinger, he'll shoot
 his love is barron
 broken with an arrrow
 on an eagles wing, he fly's
 a devils wind is blowin' in 
 one mans love, barron among the crazy hearts
 he now fly's...

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The Coyle’s curtains are closed,
Coal mines no longer employ,
Might as well destroy,
A once thriving steel town,
The record books should take down,
The history which lies on these streets,
Within these buildings,
Formed by immigrants,
From bare hands and backbones,
Drowned in crime now,
Writhing beneath the poverty line,
Turning to a ghost town,
Charleroi will be no more....

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To live in a world
One I do not know
Walking the streets
through a ghost town
The empty shops
and all the faces
with no smile
I become afraid
and run away
I live alone
and no one
tries to reach me
Only I'm aware
of where I am
and what I'm trying 
NOT to be
Tick-tock
tick-tock
time's moving
one way 
and I'm
running the other
Find me
if you may
and see my escape
right back home
tucked away...

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The little town sits by the road to nowhere
    Now a muted grey, the empty shells forgotten
    A sagging door, an empty window, a broken stair
    Sad reminders of those who used to lived there

    In the dust a single footprint left by some passerby
    Did he stop like me, to remember what used to be
    To listen to the desert wind giving a mournful sigh
    And bid the town, and her past, a last goodbye...

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Through ghost town I walk alone,
Few buildings stand, most just gone,
Not even sand is swept in piles,
No other presence seen for miles;
I’m not talking some desert slog,
No, it’s about an abandoned blog,
A new poem hasn’t been added,
Message roll has not been padded,
No new photos, or even comment,
The silence deafens, like wet cement;
Where once was lively, visited often,
Sadness reigns, as memories soften....

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I stroll alone in a town of night
Driven to fear and blissful fright
A town scarred by war, quiet and distraught
Ghostly manifestations in twilight wrought
More and more fill the night
Bringing forth a host to sight
They surround me and alone I stand
They exist smoky and eyeless upon the land
Expressionless accusations like ice on my skin
Mouth-less voices scream within
They collapse to a silken state
Ghoulish fog seals their fate...

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