Ghosts Poems

Ghosts poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of ghosts poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on ghosts are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Where Ghosts Still Lurk

Where Ghosts Still Lurk short poem

Nothing just Leaves Without the residues. Limbs cut off, leave Phantom ones; Itchy, scratchy ghosts of Those cleaved off an unsuspecting trunk. In sleepless nights, We feel for the ring, In a finger crossed out in red From a hand

Dance Of Ghosts

Dance Of Ghosts long poem

Ghosts dance dark in hallowed places, see them wear familiar faces? With their art my calmness chases and I can quit them not at all. Whirling to some music haunted, dancing while my mind is taunted I bolster but they

Ghosts Of The Foothills

Ghosts Of The Foothills short poem

Four deep behind bevelled glass Glazed by dreams Of Spanish Isles of turquoise And dark eyed maidens The smell of damp rock And kerosene Breath like iron Into black rock Promises to sad wives far away Children peering through frosty

Ghosts from the past

Ghosts from the past short poem

I came across a dusty cupboard, Wiped it clean, It was a solid teak structure, With a beautifully carved frame. The cupboard held many ghosts, From my recent past, A tattered book of verses, A hand note of love, now

Ghosts of Anguish

Ghosts of Anguish short poem

Will the ghosts ever lie down and rest they rose from the anguish of the soul in an instant of morbid pain and they have kept him haunted. He walks like a zombie trying to escape the wrath they inflict

13 Ghosts

13 Ghosts long poem

Your house is a historical landmark That’s been passed down from Generation to generation but little Did you know this gift you were About to inherit would cause Great chaos and devastation.. Your ancestors are getting Restless now longing for

Ghosts Are Not Scary

Ghosts Are Not Scary short poem

I’m sorry, but, ghosts are not scary. They live inside me. They live inside you. And without realizing, they consume us whole Of course, they are here to destroy But the destruction..? It’s so silent And silence, so to say,

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Ghost Of Light House

Ghost Of Light House short poem

I am a nomad of thousand unsettled dreams. a leaning tower of tortoises approaching to my shore to lay their eggs of pain and prickles. a seagull fetched her paranoiac food from my bleeding liver . let me sleep on

Running Amok

Running Amok short poem

Surely this is not just that– Brat of imagination Running amok?! I thought I saw a man Cajoling, indulging, Planting plans in my head! Then he disappeared In grey ashes and smoke Left-over embers of silence! Only me talking to

The Man At The Top Of The Stair

The Man At The Top Of The Stair short poem

Ghosts hang like pictures from the walls, traces of words echo these halls. Sometimes at night, I can hear the staircase creak, so I cover my head and, to myself, speak. I tell myself nothing is there, nothing is there,

Haunted House

Haunted House short poem

A home full of poltergeists doesn’t sleep. Lights turn on, off, bulbs blow, glass Like shrapnel shreds soles until swept up. But the linoleum stays stained and the stains Shift and fade to resemble faces, fade again. Leaving only the

The World Unseen

The World Unseen short poem

Well there are many, many portals and gateways from this world of the living to the WORLD UNSEEN where demons and ghosts walk among us not only in the night but in the daytime too… Could be they’ve attached themselves

Poems containing references to : Ghosts

When I Feel Like Crying

When I Feel Like Crying short poem

All alone sitting on the edge of my bed My hands covering my face A moment when I silently pray to be invisible Moment when I feel like crying… Not many, but yes there are few such moments Appearing in

My Toys- A Bundle Of Joy

My Toys  A Bundle Of Joy long poem

Photo by torbakhopper I have a sack full of toys, They make a little noise, Some are girls and some are boys; I have a small train, With a window pane, And it rides in a lane, Its driver’s name

Silent Goodbyes

Silent Goodbyes long poem

The silences are loud, They come out like ghosts; Lost on their way. The winds blow the leaves away, And the Sun shines through, But we sit there motionless; With nothing left to say. My eyes are stuck to the

The Virtual World Of Love

The Virtual World Of Love short poem

Her mere name piercing through my Ear Sets my heart beat to the rhythmic romantic tunes Needless to say my life has completely taken a U turn for Good ever since my intrusion into the mystique and fantasy filled romantic

A Note To Self For Those Tough Days!!

A Note To Self For Those Tough Days!! prose poem

Life….This is not a fairy tale that we all dream of, fantasize or speculate it to be. Nobody promises us that, not even God. Life is an amalgamation, of those really fantastic, fanciful, sometimes phenomenal, remarkably awesome days and of

Innocence

Innocence short poem

I am no more innocent but I still recall the child I was.. when I stared into the eyes of demon and let him crumble me me a passive entity just trying to break free I don’t remember when I

Her marred maang

Her marred maang short poem

Two flailing oiled chotis slap me out of stupor. The Goddess arches out hinged at the pole, her saucer hands clasped below mine. A hooting call answered with crystal stare from wide apart eyes that grazes my shoulder, wounding me.

The Dream

The Dream short poem

As I sat by the shore And time ticked by I traveled to those days When we first met A slight smile appeared on my face As I lay my head on your shoulder The moonlit sky above The cool

Another sunset awaits you

Another sunset awaits you short poem

What you seek, doesn’t exist why then the quest? Go back and lie down now, stop searching the horizon like a man possessed. Why let the ghosts haunt; they are but ghosts, Why feel sad and hurt, it was written

Between Us

Between Us long poem

Part 1 – Us A connection, telepathy sometimes. Cup of tea, cup of coffee. Helping hand, kind assurance. Pat on the back, kiss on the lips. You and me and complete loss of words. There’s something between us. A touch

Answered…

Answered... short poem

I will ask you no more. An answer settles the question. Let myriad questions remain in air. Thirst is larger than the river. Silence! Ghosts are walking. You can hear footfalls of time, past is peeping from the windows. Dyslexic

Poem Of The Elements

Poem Of The Elements short poem

The smoke rises higher and the fire’s centre burned so bright We all sat around it as if transfixed by its almighty rite The shadows we create cannot penetrate its heat We burn some rabbit from this afternoon and feast,

Disguise

Disguise short poem

Disguise In our age of awakening Believing in ghosts or devils has become foreign To the consciousness Astonished at the progress of technology Empty minds even can not become devil’s workshop Refused to become But sensitivity realizes that Devil has

Dead Tree Garden

Dead Tree Garden short poem

There are just too many ghosts here To this haunted villa… Another day, another month, another Year well this is driving me crazy I’ve got to get out of here You make me nervous and I can’t Deal with the

After Serial Blasts To Make A Point

After Serial Blasts To Make A Point short poem

After seeding the clouds they were going to buy wet lips. Seven minutes to make a bomb: a micro-chip, ammonium nitrate and a circuit, one headless body squirts a long jet of blood. Run, run for the cover, with nuggets

Role Reversal

Role Reversal elegy

Silver-green feathers of foxtails, nodding lazily through rusted wire fences, The orange-gold chalice of a single poppy in a sea of tender grass, Meandering sidewalks—charcoal-gray ribbons of asphalt, fractured by weedy cracks— Palm trees and fir trees and the spreading

An Urchin Love

An Urchin Love long poem

With an empty pocket, and an attitude He strolls down the streets…… With an empty heart, an empath he is Swings by swindlers, a philanthropist, Little lunatic street urchin he is……. When night falls Kevin watches upon others Like fathers

Pain Is All Mine

Pain Is All Mine short poem

Open the door and usher in some light watch the dismal darkness fade away. Question your sorrow, your beliefs, ponder what was good, forget the bad. Bury the visions that haunt you, they are but ghosts of time gone by.

Judgement

Judgement short poem

In a death-trap of a stadium, as if I am stoned to death. Chrysanthemums bloomed in vain. On your body three beasts climbed for ravaging a fawn. The rape was only your fault, you had to die. When a crowd

The Hills Are Alive!

The Hills Are Alive! ode

Swooping gradients, hairpin bends The sun in gold softly descends Heavens painted in crimson hues Evening birds darting through Cypresses swing in welcome mists, Gentle breezes sigh and hiss I cast my eyes on beauteous scene With pleasant vales, villages

Breaking From Past

Breaking From Past short poem

Fighting with his ghosts, intimate dirt, disseminating pain he was going home. Finding a panic room in pectorals, for numbness of toes, lifting the door of burden in dying vision, his father comes in daylight of old age, climbing the

Chessboard

Chessboard short poem

dark matters are floating like bowls made of leaves spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates from rails, nothing will move now except the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas sitting in scorching sun,

Grounding

Grounding short poem

In the surge of dark there was a lunar smile in my glass I will not abandon the moons in your eyes. A white sow was going to deliver the babies. It was departure time and the profile was ready

Featured Attraction

Featured Attraction prose poem

Somebody lights a match in the theater the sulfurous odor falls in the gap between the curtain’s opening and the film begins I look around for Satan prepared to at least discus a bargain decide maybe it’s just a curmudgeon

The Artist

The Artist short poem

There are no haunted places, Just people haunted by pasts and presents. There is nothing not worth expressing, For no one has lived without falling. Not everyone can dream so celestial, For most people’s understanding is but elliptical. Not everyone

Can We Trust What We See?

Can We Trust What We See? prose poem

One day we open our eyes and there it is. The world opens up to us, all that we can see. We move within our view, learning as we go. But can we trust what we see? Is it real?

I Understand Now

I Understand Now short poem

I understand now, I understand why words like moths- Flutter in my mind, Like my thoughts they change all the time. I understand now, I understand the beauty of too much pain- Even a stale pain retrieved over and over,

Breaking Dawn

Breaking Dawn short poem

When the sun did yawn & the woods did bark; that cold wintry dawn I was up with the lark. Up for a stroll through the park; Like ghosts patrol in the dark. Felt that eerie cold blast as winter

Valentine

Valentine short poem

Your body in mud pack, in line of fire suddenly finds a lover. I was watching with concern. Cup of soul, lined with abrasive desires was empty. Do not go raging in the sea, to collect the salt. The pink

Nor’easter

Noreaster prose poem

It slips in at night. Stealthy and low at first. A few flakes pick up speed as the first low howl can be heard. Wind howls against the house, branches scratching at the window trying to get in. Heavy wet

The Spell Of The Primeval .

The Spell Of The Primeval . short poem

The blooming adolescence , With some canker in its blossom , Or some dormant snake , Wilds all seasons . The budding flower , Arrests drones one by one , And feels thirsty for equilibrium , A peg in its

Bracelets

Bracelets short poem

Interned in my own prison beneath the skin, I stop the silver wheels. An aloof sliding, down the impotent rage I shout, I will not buy the flakes. The hirsute nobility of gorillas dancing on knives before striking a lamb

Dead Tree Garden

Dead Tree Garden short poem

There are just too many ghosts here To this haunted villa… Another day, another month, another Year well this is driving me crazy I’ve got to get out of here You make me nervous and I can’t Deal with the

The Ghost Of New York

The Ghost Of New York short poem

I got a postcard in this morning. “Those who believes in me will live even though they die. John 11: 25, 25 death anniversary of our mom Elizabeth and 10 th anniversary of our dad J R Snake man. We