Specters Poems - Poems about Specters

In the abysses of my mind, where shadows whisper and memories dance like specters, I think of you. Of how strong you must be to face all the blue and black guilt, And still let tears of joy shine in your eyes, A paradox of pain and ecstasy, intertwined like the threads of an old tapestry, woven with...

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We are but transient breezes, subtle specters, On this ancient soil, so dense, so tangible, Yet fleeting seagulls of smoke in nature's hands, A curtain's sway when the final act concludes, Departing from mortality's sharp incision, we leave without armors, Simply empty shells, extinguished echoes on the shores of oblivion, Bearing the secretive seal of a destiny towards the void. How much...

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All Hallows' Eve Ghastly, Macabre Haunting, Shivering, Bewitching Specters, Shadows, Saints, Seraphs Praying, Glorifying, Rejoicing Holy, Divine All Saints' Day...

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Ghost lace as thin as invisible souls from aude la attached to heavenly doors the only color is white in this corridor of no return, symmetrical mandalas "We are being informed by specters of the light " Gubernatorial tablets of gold on governed seats Hosting judgement on those not yet opaque Oracles of Grace ethereal, with perfect...

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Nature trail extends for miles Surrounded by wetlands and lakes Each step I take brings me closer To an old plantation, where I climb the stiles For it was here that slaves once toiled To raise and harvest sugar cane Their cries and moans can still be heard And the Plantation’s magic is spoiled Within this forest are the echoes Of every gasp, every...

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I do not know why Specters walk in solemn procession on the cool nights of Autumn, and always in places where they lived and loved and suffered or breathed the last breath of life. It would seem, that, even in death, they seek those familiar places. They pass among the living with a...

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On All Hallow's Eve, The say can be seen, A figure alone and forlorn. It prowls the high steppes, Of Old Widow's Peak, Mysterious, but meaning no harm. The story is told, Of two lovers of old, Who pledged to each other they'd cleave; But he had to sail out, At dawning's first light, Returning on All Hallow's Eve. A storm came a-blowin', And waves came a-crashin', And soon...

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On All Hallow's Eve, They say can be seen, A figure, alone and forlorn. It prowls the high steppes, Of Old Widow's Peak, Mysterious, but meaning no harm. The story is told, Of two lovers of old, Who pledged to each other they'd cleave; But he had to sail out, At dawning's first light, Returning on All Hallow's Eve. A storm came a-blowin', And waves came a-crashin', And soon...

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