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Drifting through the lonely darkness night
Searching ancient halls, candelabra high
Seems forever she waits, longing to unite
Dreary sorrow grips her fragile heart to die

Untold years roll by, only her love in mind
Many witnessed, oh the specters lament
Crying echoes, wails in morning, no sign
Remains now, a misting ocean breeze scent

One fateful day, through countless yore
Comes a gentle soul, with great empathy
Hidden in diary, tragic tale and what's more
Heroic captain's doomed ship by raging sea

Wait he, for her woeful soul amidst paintings
Candescence aflame the ancestral mortality
Eyes flicker and shifting ominous engravings
Lingering among shadows of ancient gallery

Elevated trembling light in hand to behold
A captain of the vessel dressed in uniform
It cannot be, it looks like he, truth now told
In gloom emerging, she hails human form

Gathers him now into her ghostly embrace
At last they meet again, it's been too long
Laying head against her gown of chantilly lace
Final beating, his heart stills, soul withdrawn

Mislaid at sea no more, arrives him at last
Pair drifting in afterlife's realm unknown
No more tears, worrisome fears, they laugh
Wasted years, rekindles love she does atone

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WC. 200 Haunting poem.
Strangerous Feb 8
We huddled at the edge and watched the wind
Blowing north the water flowing south
The willows swaying weeping for the dead
The sun forever going going down

This hideaway we haunted harbored hordes
Of ghosts of outcast lovers hanging on
To all the times they huddled there before
Their time was up and they were gone

The ghosts of outcast lovers would attend
Whenever outcast lovers came to burn
The fire of the force at their command
For they are cold cold and they yearn

It’s ages since we huddled in our lair
While other outcast lovers came and went
We’ll join the ghosts of outcast lovers there
When our time is up and we are spent
(c) 2025 by Jack Morris

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Wary Jan 10
He sought to fade from her mind’s embrace,
While she lingered, haunted by his trace.
Her silence, a requiem of love's defeat,
A quiet sorrow she chose not to repeat.
He dreamed of renewal, of chances untold,
But she, with fortitude, let the past grow cold.
Requiem of her love
Arobeum Dec 2024
I am afraid of eyes,
Of thoughts and minds.
Afraid the "me" I see in mirrors
Might not be the "me" in others’ minds.

I fear the opinions, the whispered words,
The voices carving shapes of me.
What if their visions linger,
Ghosts of a face I cannot see?

They haunt me,
Questioning my skin, my bones,
The core of my existence.
Am I enough? Or am I shadows,
Fading in the light of others’ brilliance?

I fear I’ll never be content,
Forever chasing reflections—
Comparing my fragile self
To those I deem better,
Forgetting the beauty
That blooms within my imperfections.
Jeremy Betts Nov 2024
I don't want to be this
I don't want to think any of this
It doesn't matter what I want
The choice I made will always haunt
I don't want to do this
I don't want to go through with this
But it is what it is they say
This is the price I must pay
The only comfort in this
Is that I won't remember this
When I come face to face
With the choice I've made to leave this cruel place


©2024
Hollow Heart Oct 2024
I can always say,
If I leave,
I can ignore it.
But thats not how it works,
Does it?
I already know,
It’ll haunt me,
Until the end.
No matter how far I run, the thoughts always follow.
Sofia Aug 2024
The prospect of love haunts me,
I love so much,
So many,
Yet if feels wrong,
To love another this fast.
Would I be wrong if I said yes?
If I said that we could try?
I’ve heard love blossoms in the ruins of hate,
But that might just be me,
Would I be wrong for being happy?
Would this finally make me happy?
Amanda Kay Burke Aug 2024
I know I pull nerves sometimes
Your stomach left feeling hollow
Chest rhythms identical
In your footsteps swear not to follow
A solid lump forms in throat
Weighing down heart
So fragile I experience pain
Cry even miles apart
I may not have gotten to select you
But I wouldn't have ever picked another
If death kills you hope you haunt me
Because I can't imagine life without my mother
Written before my mom passed away so reading it again makes me cry...
Jeff Lewis Mar 2024
with its creaking door

it's not the hooting owl
across a cemetery

not dark of night

not goblins, ghouls, or ghosts

no specter haunts me.

but

that song
those places
times left to slip away
hurts that never heal
memories to forget
as if I could

that
haunts
me
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