Specter Poems - Poems about Specter

I love myself in love, but sometimes I feel like a specter, Drifting through the corridors of my own mind, Searching for pieces of myself, lost in shadows, Without knowing when they disappeared from sight. Your touch is real, your voice anchors me, And yet I am a stranger in my own skin, A wanderer through thoughts I cannot claim as...

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I died the other day, fore am but a wraith, manipulated by creatures, leeches of the realm moribund. Scars etch my face from lobotomies, artistry crafted with a silver brush, scalpel carves sanguinary in hush, by a blind man, a white coat. Smoke, Lilithian billowing tendrils, swirl my essence, telekinesis, baleful aura emanates the dirge, mirth to match their futile folly. Pluck the harp, smack the drum, turn...

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Impoverished courtesy scam artists Harvey Specter Entrapment videre licet fiendish gnarly hustling scheme erector - sent me to the poor house, where alms not forthcoming to ease financial affliction, where yours truly money matters still stymies ways and means to relocate to a two bedroom apartment courtesy low income housing. Eleven months ago to date, I fell prey to the wiles of a scam artist, who...

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to free this specter from its host caught in a body like bear trap a house made of arms that can't let go my hearth’s flame is selfish, unwilling to part with smoke without separation i will choke at the memory of a pleasant smog sewn into the wrists of silver tinged fingers there is rust in my bloodstream the wear and tear of...

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In the attic of an abandoned home Lives a fearsome specter who shrieks and moans. He breaks the windows and rattles chains, The house shudders and quakes sitting on its frame. He’s covered in cobwebs, and smells of must He waits at the window gathering dust. All through the neighborhood you can hear The wails of the specter year after...

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Fearing ghosts is not foolish if they are ghoulish for evil specters might haunt you Halloween night...

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got what he wanted at my expense. Said crack fast talking hacker and scammer pulled figurative wool over my eyes going incognito and speaking a clipped English mien his disguise. He appeared (rather sounded) genuine after yours truly experienced computer snafu (the Macbook Pro essentially hogtied courtesy virus that disabled any activity) even turning the laptop off then on only wrought frustration to boot. An out of...

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Each night, while you lay breathing quietly, I wander like a wraith through empty rooms A phantom in both life and memory, the ghost a long abandoned oath exhumes I hover like a spirit over you each night, while you lay breathing quietly, so desperate to believe what isn't true, I make the best of ambiguity This specter in the mirror isn't me These...

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Each night my dreams have become a host as darkness welcomes a drifting silhouette. Dancing in candlelight, I see a spectral ghost. In slumber, I hear him whisper. Is it a threat? Frightened, I tremble, trying not to provoke. My gown is now drenched with cold sweat. From within shadows, the apparition spoke, "Do not fear me, for I could not do...

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I know for sure that they exist I have seen them with my own eyes at all hours of the day and night since I was a small child spirits, specters, phantoms, ghosts whatever one wishes to call them Striding down the sidewalk ducking through doorways descending the stairs casting shadows on the walls wandering the halls No moldy shrouds or clanking chains or mournful wails appearing as...

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Beyond the Black Fence By Sy Roth The land lay fallow Beyond the black fence. Growth once dressed in a white blanket of hoar in winter landscapes Lush in summer months Deer speckled backdrop Munched all day behind a scrim of lush camouflage And black birds rested on the scrub Coupled with the land and each other A fornucopia of...

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“I’m sorry,” she whispered “Didn’t mean to slap your face.” His cheek stung, voice quivered “How did I get to this place?” She twisted his emotions until he believed every word she said and made him forget she came from the house of the dead Her mother was born an evil witch turned her father into a ghost This girl was a phantom serving the...

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the Horror by Michael R. Burch the Horror lurks inside our closets the Horror hides beneath our beds the Horror hisses ancient curses the Horror whispers in our heads the Horror tells us Death is coming the Horror tells us there’s no hope the Horror tells us “life” is futile the Horror beckons, “there’s the Rope!” Horror by Michael R. Burch What I ache to say is...

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A horror is born Star of the show, The Zombie Go and break a leg… One, seemingly whole Sound in mind, body and soul Unaware the toll The exacting price Sins of the genetic splice Specters claim last rights Starts off slow and sure Sneaking in through the back door The Monster is born It takes hold and grows The Daemon show is begun The Zombie is cast With...

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To kiss so lovingly the morning mist And watch intently shadows of the flame To know the way the moon and the sun kissed Is to meet the eyes of he with no name And see within those worlds a fervent need For souls, false souls, to fall, to crush, to gasp That flashes in the back of but one greed But...

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