Ghostly Poems

Ghostly poems bring the best collection of short and long ghostly poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great ghostly rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these ghostly poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on ghostly are here for you.

Nightfall

Nightfall short poem

Nightfall and fog off the lake lands. The ghostly touch of a cold and icy hand fills you full of fear and loathing. Creature of the night where are you going? I follow your shadow through the dark and cloudy

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Conversation

Conversation prose poem

When We began, words built bridges carrying us to and fro across distant places… thoroughfares, connecting spaces, verbal embraces… Words became light and water flowing, filling, spilling, swathing… Words… like glowing embers spewing sparks, scorching flames, swirling blaze, enveloping, burning

Tenerife

Tenerife short poem

Two lovers by the ragged strand once trod the sooty sand; slender maid with raven hair, fisher boy of bronze; the dazzling sun a gold doubloon, the moon a silver coin. From rocks, ink-black as witches’ cats, they saw the

A Woman’s Fear

A Womans Fear long poem

Deathly silence enveloped the vicinity As tears welled in every eye Stirred every heart,soul and mind That photograph and that beautiful face Thrown out of existence By inexplicable desire and malevolence Now cast a ghostly radiance In the light of

Uncelebrated Valentines

Uncelebrated Valentines prose poem

(A collaboration with Gene) In dark melancholy’s mire a heart’s forlorn canoe paddles through the dense grief floating on the surface clutching like vines, sticks like Val Des ooze, pulling me under. Listening to the ghostly music coming from the

Riddles

Riddles short poem

What is timelessness but the kindness from gods’ eyes wrapping the world at sunset’s time? And eternity, doesn’t it stay hung from of each day’s last moment balance’s pan? Is not perpetuity smiling disguised in the bridal body of the

Dawn Was The Servant

Dawn Was The Servant long poem

The silence shattered like a crystal glass on a marble floor And every splintered diamond shard glittered like a newborn dream, As rising sun fingers trickled over them in blood red and gold contusions Dawn was the servant who had

Never A Friend

Never A Friend prose poem

Days are Tough as the sun, black as the night My suffering for little curses, is temporary I feel the flames of your ghostly words Your head is a filthy bin, more treasure for you You are fair as the

Nightbird

Nightbird short poem

Room full of candles, crystals and paintings Well and this one is my little masterpiece… Deja vu in my silver and black I am pulled Back in a flash like lightning from out of the Midnight blue to a certain

The Liverpool Pigeons

The Liverpool Pigeons ode

Mrs Murphy stares blankly out through the backyard door The pigeon coop stands open since her children went to war Pals and chums filled the streets from Old Swan to the Albert docks The sons of the Liverbird leaving in

Moonflower

Moonflower short poem

Oh my Moonflower! I am collecting the carcasses Of your love in my memoir. When the rites are over I shall find you across the island Floating in a boat of garlands. Trying to reach you in the other land

A Poem Of Disappeared

A Poem Of Disappeared prose poem

At the time you came into me I have had nothing A pen A paper A space You came and gave me a light To go through it The capacity of the memory was weak To be derived It was

Caithness

Caithness short poem

He falls and snuggles like a lover to the floor; dreams spilling from the bottle in the weathered-hand. Beyond the door, dead-brochs lie buried on the moor. Forebears are but sepulchral-weals upon the land. Dreams spilling from the bottle in

Beijing Whitecollars

Beijing Whitecollars prose poem

She sits still like a rock, in front of her equally lifeless laptop Seems like someone’s glued her long, slender fingers to asdfjkl; Her blank, glassy eyes stare at the identically empty page The lack of ideas is sending her

Rhyme-6

Rhyme 6 short poem

Western clouds set the crimson tent for sun’s rest, Lonely eve pulls sighing curtain of losing day, Foggy stillness steals the last field green In hasty strides for another lonely night. Passing owl shrills noisy flap, Day’s last bird completes

Moonless Delusions

Moonless Delusions long poem

In a moonless winter night, Standing against a weathered wall, Below a lonely street lamp’s light, I watched, transfixed, Shades of life being mixed, On that dimly lit street, As if it were a canvas, On which my thoughts were

Ghost And My Girlfriend

Ghost And My Girlfriend long poem

Ghost and my girlfriend: She came closer and closer Just a millimetre away Her lips were from mine And the moment Was greater than fine I wanted to tell her my feelings Especially from last few days To disclose the

Choose A Side

Choose A Side short poem

As you walk the desolate streets No sound but falling feet A thick autumn mist Swirling ghostly whisps A chill in the air Creeping and crawling And brushing your face Reaching out to hold you In its icy embrace “Who’s

Spleen

Spleen short poem

I’m closing my eyes, not to see the rain falling on the rags of autumn; not to see the trees abandoning themselves to the wind- ragged soldiers which forgot about fear, abandoning themselves to the desperate courage, when there is

Shadow Of A Ghost

Shadow Of A Ghost short poem

Have written a million words still there is want for more, have wandered a thousand miles still no destiny in sight. Each day pegs a new hope some of it denial, some of it pure hope, struggle to keep my

Ex Nihilo Ad Infinitum

Ex Nihilo Ad Infinitum prose poem

He has half a mind to say nothing The other half won’t keep quiet Muttering to itself half listening Neither seems aware of the other But both handle the wheel with care Concentrating like a hawker hefting Objects to sell,

Queen Page

Queen Page long poem

She doesn’t look like much White,flat and pale on a ghostly scale Nothing mesmerising to touch But without her consent I can tell no tale. She is proud of her spotless white shroud This picky princess seldom settles For wearing

Only A Storm

Only A Storm short poem

(Written for my little brother Eric, Feb. ’85, when I was 14). As he cuddled softly in my arms like a helpless young fawn, I could feel his heart race with fear and see his fists clench with every boom

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Love Soulmate

Love Soulmate short poem

Oh my love, my soul-mate You are so beautiful and delicate Curve of eyebrows are so great Come on with me on a date Your presence with me on ground Will make me more happy and sound To your bounty

Breakfast Of Civilisation

Breakfast Of Civilisation prose poem

Early in the morning A rich continent, Culturally and financially Is getting ready for breakfast, English breakfast of baked beans On toast at Chiltern Firehouse.. Is devoured; While somewhwhere in Paris Waffles are being enjoyed With fresh coffee.. Admist all

Possessions

Possessions short poem

possessions are thé fruits that grow on a tree called relevance although arguably less striking than the beautiful tree that produces them this fruit continues to increase in popularity now mostly produced over seas and shipped in vast quantity too

Woods Are Lovely Waiting For My Sleep

Woods Are Lovely Waiting For My Sleep short poem

Last night the long stretch dream seemed so real I felt stranger in the morn’ going through the ordeal Those wood, those mountains, those valleys so steep All looked so near for the touch, feel and my keep And now

You and I

You and I short poem

Making the best of what we had Was our first deal. Pity it was not Enough. Just a Pre–destined route. Our place is now deserted. Wretched Like an unfinished song. It’s the same For both of us. Who do you

Happiness Happens

Happiness Happens short poem

Let me recount, in how many ways happiness Happens, In the early hours of morning, sunrays touch your face When the birds chirp and twitter, When the wind blows and water flows. All the noise, and all the silence that

Count Down

Count Down short poem

Count Down…. I’m beyond broken hearted Every day that passes Is one day less with you I can’t change it I want to (TEARS) Please hear me when I say You, my Brother Are my everything We are ALL we

Ready

Ready short poem

The memories’ hands embrace me suffocating, I feel like dying and the sadness’ body revives- Phantasm haunting my territories… It’s raining and I’m seeping through the grass, Abandoning myself to a waiting of a sun That might not rise for

Infinite Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys short poem

the Ouija board is brand new the table just dusted an aggressive scent of lemon burning nostrils so everyone’s sniffing like they’d just lost a relative five hands around the planchette sweaty fingertips and bit cuticles connected up to skeptical

Dissection

Dissection short poem

It was haemolysed the homeless night. Flagellation will bring out the truth. The bloody kerchief was thrown on a crowd. A new comet was sighted. Dust and ice were near the tears. Sun was rising. Something fell in the lake.

All Are Dust

All Are Dust ode

You may be a king, you may be a queen, royal blood may flow in your veins, born with a silver spoon in mouth, you may own entire world; still you’re but a dust. Sky may be your inheritance, oceans

Colourful Days

Colourful Days short poem

A colourful umbrella reminds you to tell her you’re leaving today on the train You can’t help the weather in puddles against leather as the rain flows quite gently along down the road to the drain I had sunshine so

A Dreamer Of Dreams

A Dreamer Of Dreams long poem

Outside my door was a rainbow of color I’d never seen before, Then God saw fit to deliver you, right to my very door He set the color of blue in your eyes through which I now see summer skies

Massive Wolves

Massive Wolves prose poem

Nestled high in the Rocky Mountain Range, a mystical valley is uniquely situated. Eloquently encased by snow draped peaks. A breading ground for Hoary Marmots. Continually feeding a high spirited pack of massive wolves, is found. These massive wolves are

Only In My Poetry (part II)

Only In My Poetry (part II) short poem

I wrote these words again; Feelings with you I have gained These were the words— Telling you’re my inspiration, And now it’s fell into affection. Only in my poetry Words where I found your beauty. Place to spent time loving

Heaven Forbid

Heaven Forbid long poem

Well he’s my friend and I’d never Do anything to betray him but The things you say and do when We’re alone I get the feeling you’re Just using him to get to me… Well HEAVEN FORBID I’m wrong But

The Mysterious Rain

The Mysterious Rain short poem

I try to sleep; but still wonder, where this hole is, The roof seems okay; the moon rays can’t penetrate, Nevertheless, every dawn; my bed is wet, the floor dry, Have consulted the carpenter, Inquired from the engineer on any