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#wraith
Burns in winter’s wraith — a soul never feels. Where the order of silent dominion poisons petals meant to bloom; no home, no shelter, nowhere — cold ice breath beneath, And so begins a silent rite, where the rose-red thread lies like shackles — binding the feet, its true nature unveiled.
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Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
Silent thread of petals ⛓️
Things have been out of order And seem to cross the lines They seem to cross the borders And  seem endless for a life time My mind has started to break And my thoughts have started to cloak My brain has started to stale My heart has been set to rot The pain has gotten worse with the anger still inside But the anger has now consumed and has become the rage With me forcing it all and trying to hide The anguish devoured me whole and i became truly sane The pain breeched the limits and has reached my mind's fort The fort has now been crumbled into a thousand million peices And im still looking for a way to find an exit door But ive yet to build my fort ive yet to find my door;The door of my hope..                             ____Tsuki no ume~
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Oct 12, 2025
Oct 12, 2025 at 6:34 AM UTC
"The Pain's Deviation~"
The wild fury hidden below Emanating a wicked black flames glow But this wraith was bestowed When the fog lifted in the meadows This demon had finally hit the light After hiding so long in the dead of night Like heat, The truth started to arise From amoung the murky waters of deceitful lies The fire only seemed to have grown And its presence soon became known The apathetic rage had consumed the mask In which this unearthly flame was latched The wicked, evil flame Wouldn't, or couldn't be tamed Not even the black hole of he abyss Could hold a hate like this This ferocious, deprived monster turned a field of emotion Into a empty, bottomless ocean Worst of all no one saw the posined knife That is plaguing such a once joyful life
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Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 11:59 AM UTC
Wraiths Will
you’re the ghost of the younger you as you float down the stairway catch your eye you crack a smile we sit and pine for a while down the drain pour the coffee that we didn’t drink too cold hear the girl in the stereo singing tunes from long ago don’t lie to me my friend are we really at the end? should’ve dressed for the event but i know we’ll meet again i’ll wear something black and red you’ll apply my favorite scent and if still we both forget then i’ve loved you ’til the end i’m the wraith of the younger me as i joke to see you laughing hear the boy on the radio as your gaze meets the door don’t lie to me my friend are the waves upon the sand? they may rip you from my hand but i know we’ll meet again and i’ll wear my darkest cape you’ll put on your finest lace and if still we should forget then i’ve loved you ’til the end
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Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 5:22 PM UTC
should've dressed for the event
Tears tear upon my ears and ring with distance resounding now Two years. 5 days hence your 36, and I've done much to move on. Burned the bridge with greek fire, slashed tires and bombs. The blaze I burned a pittance compared to the fire raging an inscription upon my soul. Oh how I've learned my capacity for destruction, exhausting my ambition to scupt my sephiroth by the injustice of it all. The pain. Would never leave. Couldn't. Shouldn't. Would not. Yet waned with each severed thread held in place by that pact. Trickling like a trickster. I feel as If the widower now, black against even abysmal shadows, drowned out by thoughts of quicker deaths than one sought out by my shallow cuts & hours drunk to numb this, my greatest loss. Lost for words I stumbled deeper in the mines of hades, time changing by months or days. What kills a man can be any overabundance, but you killed my spirit. It was I who offered the sacrifice. stupidly, but you I name liar. The deal was not kept, could never be, yet after dying deaths daily, my weeping heart wept, hated and forgot hailing new depths forsaken each breath taken away from me vying to make this make sense. I'm done. I want it back. I want the fuel to live life unkempt and uncertain, laughing at the impossibilities lorded over those too weak to withstand the pressure and my rebelious will to keep fighting fate. It's not too late, still I feel I've aged a decade in 2 years Only now, waking to see the sweet nap given to me as punishment for lying under the timeless tree. haunted no longer By the visions of a Wraith.
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Dec 7, 2022
Dec 7, 2022 at 5:08 AM UTC
Wraith
Tears tear upon my ears and ring with distance resounding now Two years. 5 days hence your 36, and I've done much to move on. Burned the bridge with greek fire, slashed tires and bombs. The blaze I burned a pittance compared to the fire raging an inscription upon my soul. Oh how I've learned my capacity for destruction, exhausting my ambition to scupt my sephiroth by the injustice of it all. The pain. Would never leave. Couldn't. Shouldn't. Would not. Yet waned with each severed thread held in place by that pact. Trickling like a trickster. I feel as If the widower now, black against even abysmal shadows, drowned out by thoughts of quicker deaths than one sought out by my shallow cuts & hours drunk to numb this, my greatest loss. Lost for words I stumbled deeper in the mines of hades, time changing by months or days. What kills a man can be any overabundance, but you killed my spirit. It was I who offered the sacrifice. stupidly, but you I name liar. The deal was not kept, could never be, yet after dying deaths daily, my weeping heart wept, hated and forgot hailing new depths forsaken each breath taken away from me vying to make this make sense. I'm done. I want it back. I want the fuel to live life unkempt and uncertain, laughing at the impossibilities lorded over those too weak to withstand the pressure and my rebelious will to keep fighting fate. It's not too late, still I feel I've aged a decade in 2 years Only now, waking to see the sweet nap given to me as punishment for lying under the timeless tree. haunted no longer By the visions of a Wraith.
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A dress of black Covers the flesh The weary legs Propelling a ****** shell A walking, talking hell Boots of black Cover sore soles Worn from the miles Within these shoes Take them now To then endow What this soul Has and how Veil of black Covers the face The tired, dim eyes Gateways to a fractured soul Wailing, crying out like a wraith Mourning the greatest of losses A grand, widely gaping grief For the sorrow and woeful Most soul retching cry Of a lovers loss Keeping still the black veil A crown upon the head Heavy is the silver helm Upon a fatigued skull Full of fear and dread A queen without her king Fallen at her own hand Her pen, her ink, her word All bid the love goodbye Their hearts to surely die As their kingdom crumbles Stones crash to the ground Their castle falls into the sea From whence it came to be A castle built stone by stone To fall but once again As the very earth rumbles Quaking in the divide A ruin on either side The queen, her part of the land Once so thriving and grand Only to fall by her own hand From a land of bountiful prosperity To but a wasteland of humanity The queen, she walks among the ruins Rubble scatters the once sacred ground To crash heavily at her weary feet Seeming to admit defeat Into the old chambers, The throne room they once shared Split at the space between the seats Now ever so lonely she stands Upon the cliff so steep and grand The great divide of ancient land Seated upon her throne of stone Cracked and deeply worn Now it seem it were Surrounded by spine and thorn Protecting the exhausted queen Despite all internal protest She sits to take a rest Her subjects come to her cries From her long cold bed She cries and cries but will not sleep Remaining awake only to weep Wrapped in her linen sheet Longing for a distant warmth Knowing it shall not return T'was but a lesson for her to learn Rise and rule the day The queen, she knows that she must She sits upon her throne on high Her knights to guard her people Her heralds to aspire the people Their souls as they lay to rest The queen she always overthinks Thinks once, then twice, then thrice again As any a queen should hope before Making but a single request The queen she rules over the dark Her word is her solemn command She considers her people with care Before do anything she dare The tired queen, she stands to greet The soldiers of her fleet To sail their hearts out to sea No more, in this time they shall not flea To tie up their ships to the docks Not again to leave the harbor Of their greatest labor As the day goes by and by She stands and she sighs Her people they reflect her state And quite frankly, as of late They appear more ghostly than The specters of her mind As her sorrow grows and spreads So, too, do the wraith-like folk Of her long, forgotten land Broken by her trembling hand Both land and fragile heart Seated somberly upon her throne The queen, her pain is known Far and wide, beyond the reaches Of her sullen, gloom filled lands As the word spreads To lands far and vast The tales of her past They know her by one name At last she holds her title, bound; The Queen of the ****** - Jay M October 12th, 2021
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Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 5:44 PM UTC
Queen of the ******
A dress of black Covers the flesh The weary legs Propelling a ****** shell A walking, talking hell Boots of black Cover sore soles Worn from the miles Within these shoes Take them now To then endow What this soul Has and how Veil of black Covers the face The tired, dim eyes Gateways to a fractured soul Wailing, crying out like a wraith Mourning the greatest of losses A grand, widely gaping grief For the sorrow and woeful Most soul retching cry Of a lovers loss Keeping still the black veil A crown upon the head Heavy is the silver helm Upon a fatigued skull Full of fear and dread A queen without her king Fallen at her own hand Her pen, her ink, her word All bid the love goodbye Their hearts to surely die As their kingdom crumbles Stones crash to the ground Their castle falls into the sea From whence it came to be A castle built stone by stone To fall but once again As the very earth rumbles Quaking in the divide A ruin on either side The queen, her part of the land Once so thriving and grand Only to fall by her own hand From a land of bountiful prosperity To but a wasteland of humanity The queen, she walks among the ruins Rubble scatters the once sacred ground To crash heavily at her weary feet Seeming to admit defeat Into the old chambers, The throne room they once shared Split at the space between the seats Now ever so lonely she stands Upon the cliff so steep and grand The great divide of ancient land Seated upon her throne of stone Cracked and deeply worn Now it seem it were Surrounded by spine and thorn Protecting the exhausted queen Despite all internal protest She sits to take a rest Her subjects come to her cries From her long cold bed She cries and cries but will not sleep Remaining awake only to weep Wrapped in her linen sheet Longing for a distant warmth Knowing it shall not return T'was but a lesson for her to learn Rise and rule the day The queen, she knows that she must She sits upon her throne on high Her knights to guard her people Her heralds to aspire the people Their souls as they lay to rest The queen she always overthinks Thinks once, then twice, then thrice again As any a queen should hope before Making but a single request The queen she rules over the dark Her word is her solemn command She considers her people with care Before do anything she dare The tired queen, she stands to greet The soldiers of her fleet To sail their hearts out to sea No more, in this time they shall not flea To tie up their ships to the docks Not again to leave the harbor Of their greatest labor As the day goes by and by She stands and she sighs Her people they reflect her state And quite frankly, as of late They appear more ghostly than The specters of her mind As her sorrow grows and spreads So, too, do the wraith-like folk Of her long, forgotten land Broken by her trembling hand Both land and fragile heart Seated somberly upon her throne The queen, her pain is known Far and wide, beyond the reaches Of her sullen, gloom filled lands As the word spreads To lands far and vast The tales of her past They know her by one name At last she holds her title, bound; The Queen of the ****** - Jay M October 12th, 2021
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you are cold to the touch despite that smile purporting warmth wraith ghost spectre from the corner of my eye you cannot disguise your shape your shadow your intent
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Oct 9, 2021
Oct 9, 2021 at 2:19 PM UTC
spirit
There's a certain wraith in the cleaning of kitchens scrubbing of floors ringing of towels til the fingers puff up and bleach seeps beneath your fingernails. There's a certain wraith to all these quiet burdens.
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 11:56 AM UTC
Wraith
You are so cold My breath steams Wraith Come to haunt my soul Goosebumped skin Peripheral vision Glimpses your true form Though you hide among the shadows Behind lies and laughter That cackles.
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Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 7:24 PM UTC
Wraith
shadows raise inside the heart of hungry childs with ceasing guard hope and strength turns into hate until all their faith will break and fade spirits whisper and ensnare a boy that´s weak and unaware and his mind turns cruel and foul as he touchs an alien soul then shades will grow under his feet rawling down the empty street to the children, to the old those who cannot ward the cold and slowly, weakness raise to might as childrens shadows steal a life humanity gives way and fades for every soul he steals and raze
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
Spirits
who needs to learn to wrap the tides while the fisherman cast the net of fire from the darkest seabed locked the doors of events to keep an ancient calendar still glowing on it's eyes but within the time the firts cry came the lips of the ocean became reluctant to return for us to be afraid to saw the wraith of the fish
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 3:14 AM UTC
The First Fisherman
*i don't know how i'm being screamed at by silence. i don't know what these rooms are for- filled with ghosts and curtains that will never stop haunting. i watch these stacked rooms from afar as we drive home. a wraith whispers light into their ears.*
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
the rooms
Dark, dangerous woods, Phases of the flashing moon, Turning heads of owl.
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
Haiku (night sirens)