Spirits Poems

Kindred Spirits

*Kindred Spirits*

 I am often labeled as possessing "special" needs, and while there lies a kernel of truth within that phrase, the needs which burn brightest in my core are no different than yours, dear friend. Just as you crave acceptance, I ache for it too; a longing that colors every sunrise and sunset I

Good Spirits

Please do not cry for me,
I am never far away,
I am always with you in Spirit,
Every second of every day.

My life on Earth has ended,
I have lived for many years,
It breaks my heart to see you all
Shed so many tears,

Please wipe your tears away,
And change them for a smile
Share memories and laughter
And in a little

Till souls abate

I take this time to meditate,
Your kindness I appreciate,
Your love arrived, not too late,
Lamplight's on, open that gate,
Souls transcend, don't hesitate,
Admire your wooing, can wait,
Golden glow we escalate,
Breathless afterglow, our state,
Until we fade, spirits to abate....

FLOWING BEAUTIFUL TEARS OF JOY

FLOWING BEAUTIFUL SAD TEARS OF JOY

In keloid memories of supreme love,
Tears of grief and joy flow together,
Reflecting beauty even in death:-

So, be not proud, ole death;
Present tears of your grief,
Now stream as one
With tears of
Treasured
Moments
Of joy:-

Hey, only the body dies;
The spirit lives onwards:
In onderful oneness
Of keloid memories:-

The Missing Ouija Board

The Missing Ouija Board  
An Unholy Whodunnit in Verse  

I summoned ghosts at midnight’s glare,  
At Cemetery Gate—with snacks to spare.  
We were just spelling “B-U-R-I-E-D” when—Zap!  
The Ouija Board vanished... like a ghost on a gap.

Who stole my Ouija Board from cemetery?!  
Was it the undead... or Karen

Under the moonlight, when shadows whisper the secrets of ancient spirits

Under the moonlight, when shadows whisper the secrets of ancient spirits,
A thread of light dances in the darkness, guiding lost steps,
In the depths of silence, where dreams merge with memories,
A river of thoughts flows, carrying echoes of time and desires.
A solitary traveler through the vast cosmos, lost in the sea of stars,
I seek a hidden

Kindred Spirits

Kindred Spirit 

Mirrored reflections ingrained in our fate ,
Her thoughts shining inward designed to sedate ,
Heart beats sings softly with thunderous tunes,
Storms infiltrate morning as we strive to assume,
Relentless intentions meant to keep us immune,

We stare at the full moon it’s light our cocoon.

So travel so softly & reach for the stars ,
Our fiercest intentions

looking glass spirits

looking glass magic
murky message barely seen
who is the fairest

threatening message
from spirit or ancestor
i wiped it away

In Three Winds They Rise A Trilogy Poem in Tribute to the Souls of Flight 17 - June 2025!

The “Mayday” radio call message was the final voice from Air India 171 flight bound for London seconds before it crashed creating an eternal memorial for 241 gracious beings, with one survivor. My heartfelt sympathy and condolences to every family member, friend, and associate of those who made their ascent into the heavenly realms. May

spirits revived

a week by the seaside is all that you need to revive your spirits 

Spirits spell

Calling the spirit to tell me a spell
I need to seek revenge
A spell for me

Take a piece wood
Carve a face
A silver chain
Wrap chain round and pull side to side
Cursing the one you hate

Stand Your Ground

Fight! Fight! the Lord God cried
Ready for battle, stand your ground
The dead spirits are 'round about
Spreading evil to take us down
Oh no we will fight the people said
We know our God is on our side
Thank you Lord for all you've done
You have gone and saved our lives

the sorting hat

Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom)
has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school.
It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack.

Poor little rich girl
no beachside lovers
this interminable, scorching summer.

I’m swept up by scholastic spirit.
Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me,
on this cool, dry, Boston orientation day.

As we finished our morning

We are just wandering spirits through a world of stone and dream

We are just wandering spirits through a world of stone and dream,
where every glance is a film projected on the screen of the mind,
and the stones see nothing, they simply are, simple and silent,
like eternal witnesses to our ephemeral passage through time.
Bless the moment and settle into the stillness of eternity,
forgive the shadows of the

Where the Spirits Live

Come to me and take me there
Into your reality
Without you I’m unaware
Of my personality
So much love I have to give
Since you’ve gone one day
Show me where the spirits live
Is it far away
Is it near, I’d like to know
Is it deep inside
Takes a narrow path to go
Or its opened wide
Like the window when it rains
Comes the

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