Poetry Blogs (ghost story)
We danced to Cuban rhythms
Late into the night
I twirled my skirts in girlish glee
Giggling in delight
My heart it started pounding
As you held me tight
I waited for the kiss
That would bring me back to life
Brutally it struck me
At the stroke of midnight
You were just an apparition
Your kiss turned into frostbite
A phantom on the dance floor
A cruel trick of the light
Wednesday 6th April 2016 11:25 am
There are ghost to my left and to my right.
I look at my hand, oh no, I can see right through me.
This was an old writing challange.
Sunday 20th October 2013 9:48 pm
My name is Susan and this is my story.
When I was nine years old my parents and I moved to a run down farmhouse. This house was in the middle of nowhere. We were miles from our nearest neighbor. This made me feel so very alone.
About a month later my Ghost made his first apperance. It was a windy night. I was ...
Thursday 18th July 2013 4:32 pm
Did a Spirit Knock
On Rossbawn's Walls?
The story is told that an agent was slain
By a tenant called Delaney who on the run did die
In caves upon Sliabh Blooms wild hills
Many many years gone by.
To his house, outside a window he eat till he was full
And should the Yeomanry or Constab...
Monday 6th July 2009 11:21 pm