#ghost

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  • upsilon400 2d

    Beware the white lady

    At night, in the dimly lit street
    one might hear the faint tapping of feet
    as if rushing off to retreat
    back to their destined place to meet.
    Pacing to and fro worriedly,
    the treacherous white lady
    who only the brave come to see,
    horrified to have witnessed
    the terrible pale mistress
    weeping unhappily in darkness.
    Her pleas as she was approaching
    were of sorrow and much grieving.
    Her children, where are her children?
    She speaks to the men and women
    but none would remain to listen
    to the shade of one forsaken.
    ©upsilon400

  • thebhavnasaxena 4d

    Forget

    Mad king, his heart of stone,
    Wearing tender flowers
    On his sleeve, look I found
    The flowers in wreaths
    At the graves of those he
    Had proclaimed to love,
    Wicked king, his greed for
    The throne, carrying little
    Skeletons in coffins, where
    His spine should be, look
    How he stands tall, he never
    Looks back, for that is where I
    Stand, I scream but my voice
    Drowns in the gaiety of his new
    Feast, I look on, as he drinks
    Himself into ecstasy, feeding
    Off of yet another vessel of
    Innocence, he dances in the
    Arms of power, in that same
    Palace, that was my home, once
    Upon a time, and I silently lurk
    In the corners, like a daughter
    Of the netherworld, watching
    History write me out; who cares,
    For the faded glory of the conquered,
    When a new sun sets their horizon
    Ablaze, in a new world, built upon
    The ruins of my empire, I still have
    A place, I'm the ghost whose presence
    My conquerors would never forget.
    ©thebhavnasaxena

  • aesthenia 1w

    Ghost Of First Love

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    I still Love you,
    but not anymore like I used to.

    You are never her,
    neither is She.

    I am confused
    as what this fuss is all about.

    May be the ghost of first Love
    never leaves your side.

    ©aesthenia

  • aarwaii 2w

    Pleadings Of A Ghost

    Dear Reader,
    I write this note,
    hiding in the bathroom,
    with nary a hope.

    I've seen things, Dear Reader,
    you wouldn't believe,
    the rats are gorging upon my intestines,
    many ticks are up my sleeve.
    The ants are breakdancing on my skin,
    melting on the floor like ice-cream.
    The cockroaches are working tirelessly
    digging my grave ever so deeper.
    Lizards are doing backflips, and
    mosquitoes buzzing a melodious lullaby,
    are trying to lull me to sleep.

    No sun is in sight,
    eyes are getting tired.
    walls are coming closer,
    the situation is very dire.
    I search for old photographs,
    to calm my troubled heart,
    but they're laughing at my fate,
    calling me a fart.
    Afraid to go to sleep,
    afraid to stay awake,
    Stuck in limbo,
    I'm Occupying my humble grave.

    I'll run to the roof once I write this,
    as fast as I can,
    up the stairs which would crumble,
    under the weight of a guilty conscience.
    Let this paper plane find
    you, Dear Reader,
    in happier times.
    a call for help from this ghost
    being haunted with no end in sight.
    I've so much to say
    but no one to say it to,
    If this gets out too late,
    let this be my eulogy.
    ©the_uncomplicated_guy

  • rizhi000 2w

    அமானுஷ்யம்

    பேய்
    பிசாசு
    பூதங்கள்...

    நிஜத்தில்
    இருந்தால்
    எப்படி
    இருக்கும்?

    மர்மமே
    வாழ்க்கையாகி
    போயிருக்கும்!!!

    ©rizhi000

  • joyfuljoel 2w

    Poetry is a ghost
    That won't let you sleep
    Until she has found her peace
    But something has to die
    So that she,
    poetry, can be born

    ©joyfuljoel

  • sta_c_y 3w

    #ghost #maybe #ghost
    Maybe a ghost
    May not be scarry ☺

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    Maybe a ghost!☹

    They left their child with the babysitter.
    While they were out she called telling them
    she was sorry for not being available
    tonight

  • happinessandsunshine9 3w

    #ghost #SCARRYPOEM ��������������������

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    GHOST BRIDE

    RUTHLESSLY WANDERING THE OLD MONUMENTS,
    BLOODSHED SPOUTING OUT.
    AN EVIL LADY GHOST READY FOR HER WEDDING CEREMONY,
    SCARY VOICE SCATTERED THE MONUMENT CORNERS,
    HEY LADY GHOST STOP SCREAMING AT NIGHT.
    A NIGHTMARE OF DEVASTATION HOWLING LIKE A BIZARDRY EVE.
    NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO ATTEND HELLISH EVENT OF YOURS..
    HEY LADY GHOST STOP WAITING FOR YOUR GROOM.
    HE LEFT YOU WITHOUT FEAR.
    VILLAGERS WERE ASTONISHED WHERE TO GO AND WHERE TO LIVES.
    EVERY NIGHT IS CULTING THROUGH THE SPINE.
    RIDICULOUS SCREAMING NEVER PROVES YOUR GUILTY.
    YOUR GROOM WAS MURDERE HE KILLS YOU AND YOU LITTLE HAPPINESS.
    NOW LOOK AT THE TWISTED FATE A PRINCESS LIVES IN ISOLATED KINGDOM OF NETHERLAND.
    NO FRIENDS, NO LOVER ONLY PROFICIENT GUILTY GHOST BRIDES ARE THERE.
    PERHAPS
    GOD BLAZE'S ANGER ON THE EVIL MURDERERS WHO STOLES YOUR DREAMS ARE HAPPINESS.
    HEY GHOST BRIDE STOP TAKING YOUR REVENGE FROM THE INNOCENTS.
    JUST BLOWN OUT YOUR ANGER ON THEM.
    HEY GHOST BRIDE...
    RED MOON ATOP FROM THE SKY,
    FREAKING OUT .
    A BLOOD RAINS FROM THE SKIES LOOKS LIKE AN EVIL MONSTER TEARS..
    HEY LADY GHOST BRIDE.

    BY-HARSHITA PANDEY
    ©happinessandsunshine9

  • yukihogosha 4w

    hol' up

    I need to die for a bit
    ...give me a moment.
    ©yukihogosha

  • horror_zone 4w

    There are many scientific theories within the paranormal field as to why places are haunted and why some places are more haunted then others. I could not write a simple small answer to give any of these brilliant minds the justice they deserve for their theories, so I will offer what I will classify as my own personal belief. I personally believe that locations which experience a large amount of death or birth disrupt the natural balance of energy in the world which we all live. Basic elementary science, energy of any kind is neither created or destroyed. Energy is transferred or moved. Locations such as hospitals, battle fields, and sites of horrific deaths emit a lot of energy into the world we live in to go "beyond". This energy being so concentrated in one spot easily explains why places with a high volume of deaths or births have an extremely larger amount of spirit activity.

    Source--gatewaymacon.com

    #real_horror_facts #ghost #scary_facts #horror_zone

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  • obsovert 5w

    Eccentric Ephialtes.

    My parents must have been battling empty nest syndrome as it was my first year in the hostel but there were almost three hundred birds in my communal nest with varying shapes, sizes and tastes. My hostel nestled in an arid, dry, thorny and red sandstone studded vegetation in  broken Aravali mountain range. Although it was beautiful indeed but it was mercilessly hot in summers and brutally cold in winters. School had devised an effective inventory of activities to leave no room for home sickness but this wretched heart is difficult to fool. Unbridled memories inadvertently crept in every now and then and it often took a little time to get out of the labyrinth emotionally. It has been almost three months in my new communal nest and slowly and gradually I was getting used to getting early, physical training and scurrying across hilly paths to academic building and lonely corridors in the red sandstone palace. My hostel had a film "Veerana" type of setting as nearest human habitation was a hamlet named "Gundrayi" which was almost three kilometres away on the other side of distant hills. An eerie silence always prevailed there making it a hotbed of horror riddled stories and experiences. It was no less than "Hogwarts" with its own set of horror hocus pocus. My hostel was the last human built structure in my entire residential complex. I shared my dormitory with 16 other birds which was a balanced mix of new birds and a year old birds. Almighty had been bountiful in granting me solid slumber and once I went into sleep nothing in this earth could have budged me from my sleep and I never knew how scary it could have been until the night of 7th September and it was a night or a nightmare that I would never forget. I slept at 10 in the night without sensing any ensuing trouble but that night had something else stored in for me and it wasn't pleasant. I woke up around 2:30 AM, thanks to my radium studded watch, to sprinkle water in my parched throat but I wasn't able to feel my slippers beneath my bed and it was uneven, bushy and thorny. My eyes were still dreamy and sleep infested and my eyelids refused to be lifted up. Unable to find my slippers, I finally lifted my bony cage out of my bed only to realize that it wasn't the place where I had slept and it was pitch dark in there, nothing was visible in there just the crickets creaking and it took me few seconds to get accustomed to moonlight and then I realized that it definitely wasn't the place where I slept and I was all alone in the forested ridge behind my hostel and I was scared out of my wits. I was so alarmed and unprepared that it choked my voice. I wasn't able to scream and kept mum. I was just 12 years old and it was indeed too much for me and this ghostly ambience flared up my wild imagination. I just stood plastered there and my neurons denied to contribute anything. Finally, determined to pass through, I mustered all my wits and courage and started reciting Hanuman Chalisa first then I stood atop my bed and started searching for any source of light apart from moon and fortunated I spotted the iconic big halogen bulb mounted atop Mess building. I took a sigh of relief as it gave me hope that I'll ve able to navigate through this ordeal. I started walking barefoot to the halogen bulb emitting rays of life and hope. I tried to be mindful of thorns but I was in that part of country where it was almost impossible to avoid thorns. Somehow I managed to scale the trench and now I was moving ahead. I heard the sound of dry leaves getting crushed and I realized that someone was walking towards me and I realized that this strange looking fellow had his face plastered with chalk dust and he was not looking as scary as he intended to be. I wasn't afraid because a close look at his face and I was able to figure out that he was not a ghost and he was Raghavendra who was two year seniors to me and had a strange laugh which was impossible to hide. I called him out and he started running in an off beat direction and I followed him and I realized that there were around twenty other seniors who were wearing chalk dust make up to scare the other new comers. Raghavendra announced to his fellow ghostly companions about my dumb wit bravery of not screaming my soul out and escape I had planned so he with consent of fellow ghosts roped me in and plastered my face with chalk dust and explained that it is 7th September and it is the rag tag desi version of sophisticated Halloween and then I understood that what it was all about and why I woke up in a place where I hadn't slept. Raghavendra praised me for maintaining my calm in adverse man made ghostly situation and then I realized that these boys  had lifted my bed and had planted my bed in wilderness after transporting me some half a kilometer away. I also understood the very reality behind this sudden surge in horror stories doing the rounds in dormitories since the last week. I realized that everything was in harmony and planned for 7th September alias Bhoot Diwas. The fun was still not over and now there had been a compete reversal of role. From next year onwards I was better prepared for scaring the skeleton out of new comers and found myself the perpetrator of six decades year old horror legacy. Next year we were even more prepared as we had worked out innovative ghostly measures like hanging a complete dress on slow, grunting reluctant to swing fan, smearing new birds faces red with sketches and many other tricks. Now onus of scaring new comers rested on me and others and it was really fun to make other fellow birds realize that "this wasn't the place where they had slept".

    ©obsovert

  • nancybhardwaj19 5w

    Just imagine
    Your beloved is present
    Around you In ghost form
    And you two enjoy things together
    But you don't know.
    ©nancybhardwaj19

  • quite_quill 6w

    The common phobia creating in almost every child's brain this time is always around the ghost. Here is something I write about realizing it entirely.
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    #poem #child #childhood #writer #writeup #quote #baby #time #game #lost #rulesoflife #creative #orignal #create #creation #quill #quite #quite_quill #poetry #poet #today #nostalgia #thoughts #like #ghost #phob #phobea #goons #thieves

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    Ghost Phob

    The night at a town, I averse to go out,
    don't know why it scares me a lot,
    maybe due to the head of a word ghost.
    The weapons used by parents to secure
    their child prevents to go somewhere alone.
    Although I thought of thieves and goons,
    maybe the reason for creating it all,
    but it's not helping me overcome my phob.
    It's freaking me out till today,
    not able to go out myself solely,
    maybe I will overcome it someday.
    ©quite_quill

  • sayan251 6w

    HOURGLASS..⏳

    It is through you
    my heart holds it rock place
    as the sea is rooted in the constant
    moon..Your face

    was the whole world
    in many pieces matched but moving
    on the top waves so fast,
    so portly, it looked a lack

    of motion current
    far below ran bone to. O how
    manned I was, how crewed,clipt,and
    quartered: head tailed...

    Now trenched my idiot
    mob of mouths,ghost to their
    lust for flesh, I, flailing merrily
    like some deserted wind---

    mill, with once more
    pump you full of people, just
    the cloud of, one way handfast midden
    idea of this crowd

    of people; so at once
    to return》like raving letters
    and shapes that pullulate, self
    cohabiting in humpbacked
    ©sayan251

  • admiral_slim 7w

    A girl and guy were walking down a dark lane by the town cemetery at night.

    Boy: Do you trust me?

    Girl: (she answered smiling) Last time I trusted you, I got shoved six feet down the earth by that tombstone over there.

    ©admiral_slim

  • triciajohansson 7w

    Ghost town

    I'm looking around me
    Empty houses and streets
    Empty people.

    Because it's not really empty
    Everyone are just seethrough.

    Everyone are wicked
    I wanted a town of happy spirits
    A ghost town is what I got instead.
    ©triciajohansson

  • jmlbluishyellow 7w

    i l l u s i o n

    When it hurts and we can't bare, we create worlds that don't exist just to escape
    ©jmlbluishyellow

  • nebulaskies_ 8w

    In the dark

    In The Dark
    You called out to me that night,
    I rushed downstairs, in the dark.
    Hurriedly I bursted into your room,
    To see you fighting with him, in the dark.
    He had a weapon in his hand,
    Which shone like a star, in the dark.
    I ran back into the kitchen,
    To get a knife, in the dark.
    Suddenly I heard a sharp scream,
    My heart skipped a beat, in the dark.
    I walked towards the room, holding the knife,
    But he had already escaped, in the dark.
    All that was left there was,
    Your body stabbed, in the dark.
    I dropped as I knew
    That I couldn't save you,
    Sweat dripping from my forehead, in the dark.
    Since that night, you've been sleeping with me,
    I could fell you beside me, in the dark.
    "Sister, I could've lived long"
    Your voice whispers, in the dark.
    No, I'm not afraid baby,
    I regret everything that happened, in the dark.
    If only I had been a little faster,
    You wouldn't have to live now, in the dark.
    ©nebulaskies_

  • vbuggin 8w

    Forever Night

    I walk the desert following the moon
    Like a ghost trapped in an hourglass
    Its dark, but the sand is still warm
    On my bare feet.
    I hear a coyote cry in the distance
    I count the stars in the sky
    No rain in sight not even a breeze
    To comfort me
    Am I lost, am I dreaming,
    Am I beyond life and death?
    With no destination,
    I wander alone on an endless path
    In forever night
    ©vbuggin