How to Hug a Ghost | Poetry Circle
Nov 10, 2017 · How to Hug a Ghost. Thread starter Miya Ko; Start date Nov 10, 2017; Forums New posts Miya Ko Poetry is an ...
ghost hunting (poem for an anniversary) | Poetry Circle
Oct 14, 2024 · A Chat With Eisenhower's Ghost RunicLarry; Jan 1, 2025; Submit Your Poetry; Replies 0 Views 19. Jan 1, 2025.
Ghost in the Crowd | Poetry Circle
Jun 20, 2024 · Ghost in the Crowd Am I invisible, you think it's trivial Walking through the crowd but no one's seeing me Lost in the noise, drowning in the voices I'm here, but I might as well not be I try to speak up, but I'm just a whisper Is anyone listening, am I just a blur? Searching for connection, for a sign of recognition
The Profile of a Ghost | Poetry Circle
Jan 22, 2025 · Roses in the morning stretching in bed a slow awaking day hints of a memory caressing dreams Paying homage to what was and what might have been Remembering last song sung tapping the wheel, keeping in time a profile, nose and chin, bored sitting in the passenger seat staring into miles Yet my...
Ghost Ship - Poetry Circle
Nov 29, 2023 · A Chat With Eisenhower's Ghost RunicLarry; Jan 1, 2025; Submit Your Poetry; Replies 0 Views 13. Jan 1, 2025.
ghost town - Poetry Circle
Nov 9, 2023 · A Chat With Eisenhower's Ghost RunicLarry; Jan 1, 2025; Submit Your Poetry; Replies 0 Views 13. Jan 1, 2025.
reincarnation | Poetry Circle
Dec 25, 2024 · back from the moment the dead in me became a ghost now back again walking life in the middle soul taking me to a place where the face in the mirror is not the face in the sky it is not my face i am walking forever where the unknown god is …
Cat Bugs | Poetry Circle
Nov 14, 2024 · This house has ghost cats. Visitors twitch as invisible whiskers brush their cheeks. I talk faster; try to distract them, or look out the window as if seeing something really interesting. Guests don't come around much anymore. Maybe they think I have cat-bugs? At night I imagine letting the cats out, sense disdainfully stiff tails
waiting for a bird to fly - Poetry Circle
Nov 18, 2024 · I know your ghost would never be caught dead here. You hated this white antiseptic place. You'll be out wandering in the realm of the woods soon. Wading in the creek. Dancing through the leaf fall and wind, a small wreath of mistletoe in your hair, a fairie -angel of light commingled with dark. And Lightning. You loved that horse. Oh, the ...
Ghost Ship | Poetry Circle
Apr 6, 2016 · A swelling breeze bellies sails; starlight pales the Pacific. Secreted under cloud the moon lampoons a buttock’s curve. The earth ends in sea sickness lying sleepless in this funk. The trunk that bears the treasure slides untethered in the hold. Night’s patrolled by painted whores...