Specter Poems - Poems about Specter

I love myself in love, but sometimes I feel like a 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

Specter Looms

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

Impoverished courtesy scam artists Harvey Specter

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

Maybe We Can Use Electrolysis Instead of Immolation

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

The Specter

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

Ghoulish Specter

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

The Creep Alias Harvey Specter

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

While You Lay Breathing Quietly

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

Spellbound By a Specter

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

Ghosts

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

Beyond the Black Fence

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

The Evil Specter

“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

Halloween Poems Iv

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

I, Zombie, Part 0: the Begetting

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

Sonnet - To Love a Specter

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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