Ghosts Poems
The Superstitious Ghost
by Arthur Guiterman
I'm such a quiet little ghost,
Demure and inoffensive;
The other spirits say I'm most
Absurdly apprehensive.
Through all the merry hours of night
I'm uniformly cheerful;
I love the dark, but in the light,
I own, I'm rather fearful.
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All Hallows Night
by Lizette Woodworth Reese
Two things I did on Hallows Night:—
Made my house April-clear;
Left open wide my door
To the ghosts of the year.
Then one came in. Across the room
It stood up long and fair—
The ghost that was myself—
And gave me stare for stare.
Some Say That Ever ‘Gainst That Season Comes (Hamlet, Act I, Scene I) -
by William Shakespeare
Marcellus to Horatio and Bernardo, after seeing the Ghost,
Some say that ever ‘gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long;
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
The Crimson Gown.
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
A shadowy wet, dark and desolate street,
Footsteps approaching! my hearts skips a beat.
Shop windows; winters rain trickling down,
A figure drifting by in a long crimson gown...
Eerie shadows cast by a lone gas light,
I begin to tremble, and shake with fright.
Something, someone touched my arm?
A voice whispering; I mean you no harm.
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I Am a Ghost, a Haunting Soul
by Oscar Auliq-Ice
I am a ghost, a whispering shade,
A fleeting memory that's never quite laid,
A wisp of smoke that dances in the night,
A gentle breeze that carries out of sight.
I haunt the halls of ancient castles,
My presence felt in eerie cackles,
I wander through the forest's mist,
A haunting presence you can't resist.
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The Crimson Gown.
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
A shadowy wet, dark and desolate street,
Footsteps approaching! my hearts skips a beat.
Shop windows; winters rain trickling down,
A figure drifting by in a long crimson gown...
Eerie shadows cast by a lone gas light,
I begin to tremble, and shake with fright.
Something, someone touched my arm?
A voice whispering; I mean you no harm.
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Poems about Shadows and Darkness by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
These are poems about shadows, poems about darkness, poems about shades in the form of ghosts and spirits...
Shadows
by Michael R. Burch
Alone again as evening falls,
I join gaunt shadows and we crawl
up and down my room's dark walls.
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Cemetery Spiral Waltz
by Jessica Leininger
Old names break into pieces
Somewhere along the timeline
Like handmade pottery
Thrown at the ground
Or at the walls, or at the window
Or onto the ceiling, caught in the skylight
Thrown up
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Whispers on the Wind
by D. M. Dale
As I lay here at night, in the soft pale moonlight
I hear from outside the wall,
The gusts, rapid and swift
The sound of your phantom call.
I think, wondering, waiting-
Is it my mind mistaking
The cold whipping wind
Which upon ride your whispers to me
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I Am a Ghost, a Soul Without a Form
by Oscar Auliq-Ice
I am a ghost, a spirit of the ages,
A phantom figure that never fades,
A memory of the ones who came before,
A whisper of the past that lingers more.
I haunt the halls of ancient ruins,
And wander through abandoned tombs,
I'm the echo of a voice long gone,
The distant notes of a forgotten song.
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