ghost poem
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Sometimes when I wrench open the creative valve, the weirdest things get washed out. On Ghosthunters A figure faintly seen at night, there in the empty place. If you could gain a closer view, would you gaze on it’s face? It walks there every night alone, even when it’s not seen. Would you…
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Went to visit my wife’s family for Easter. We had a great time, but it did put me a bit behind poetry-wise. So tonight is a ghost story that has been fermenting in the back of my brain for a while. Enjoy! Alone No More? The hour is late the lights are dim, I walk…
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So I was talking to friend of mine who mentioned that they really liked the macabre stuff that I did for NaPoWriMo last year. This one’s for you Mike. Nightwalker The cold wind blows the dead leaves through, My ankles in the dark. The moon between the clouds may shed, It’s light upon the park.…
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NaPoWriMo Day 16 and it’s time for a ghost poem. This one is for all the busy little “psychic investigators” out there on reality TV. Put away your parabolic microphones and digital thermometers you ghost bothering busy – bodies. If they want your help, they’ll call your agent. Enjoy! The Haunter It walks alone no…
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It’s National Poetry Month. To celebrate the occasion, Word press is hosting “National Poetry Writing Month”. The idea is to post one poem each day in April. Below is day ones entry. Enjoy. The Haunted House The house stands there beside the hill Where blooms nod in the breeze. The sky so bright, the scattered…
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