Eyes of the Ghost

Table of Contents:
Eyes of the Ghost - this post
This Me
Sunset Morning
The Face That Isn't There
Fade
In the Garden of the Burning Rose
Parting Gift
Parting Gift II
The Voiceless Eve
Sunderance
Candlelight Breath
The Willow Tree
A Phantom's Asylum
Castle of Ruins
In Loving Memory
With Wings of Lead
Breath of Fire (The Chess Piece)
O Sweet Tormentor
Darkness
Part 1: Realization
Part 2: Angelic

Eyes of the Ghost

Well, at least some people read it, or accidentaly click on it. I thought I might post two of my other poems here. I don't think they're better than the one above, but here they are anyway.
This Me

And another one...

Sunset Morning

The Face That Isn't ThereI literally just just wrote this one. I didn't give it a name, 'cuz I couldn't think of one. I may give it one someday tho.
EDIT: I just gave it a name. Just kinda picked a line and used it for the title.

Fade, In the Garden of the Burning Rose

Here are two more new ones. Don't worry, the names are included free of charge.

Fade

In the Garden of the Burning Rose

Grand Finale

Get ready... there's quite a few poems this time. I like each of these a lot, and some of them rank among my favorite poems that I wrote.

Parting Gift
Parting Gift has less structure than anything else I have ever written. I wrote purly from the heart on this one, and I've never changed the original.

Parting Gift II
Parting Gift II is, indeed, the sequel to Parting Gift. I someday intend to create a third installment to the Parting Gift trilogy. I didn't want to merge the two existing ones into one poem, because I think that would mar the beauty of each poem a little.

K, this one is exceedingly dark, perhaps even more than Eyes of the Ghost or Fade. Just a warning.
The Voiceless Eve
I wish I had more to say for this one, but this is just one I don't feel has a lot. I kinda forced this one, but its easily the best one I've ever forced. (I usually don't finish the ones I've forced.)

Sunderance
My shortest poem, I think. I don't have a lot for this one either. This one wasn't forced, but it wasn't really all that heartfelt.

Well that's it! I've finally put up all my good poems that aren't about suicide! You've read my best works.

So far.

SeekerOfDarkness said:

Spoiler:

The rain ran down the glass
His eyes stared blankly ahead
Seeing nothing, saying nothing
He watches the one he loved
Yet she notices him not
Seeing no one, knowing no one

He screams at the stars above
Why can't she feel him there
They see no one, so they see nothing

He hides his face from the world
He hides the tears that he cries
He hides the scars that he wears
So they see nothing

He roles the die and hopes for good chance
While he knows that chance is never good
Still he waits, still he hopes for the time
When he can leave this ghostly life​

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I'm not really in the mood to criticize poetry or anything at the moment, but I bothered myself to review this first poem of yours. The others, maybe later when I have more time.

First off, a spelling error.

SeekerOfDarkness said:

He roles the die and hopes for good chance

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I believe 'roles' is supposed to be 'rolls'.

Anyways, by any chances is this poem supposed to be a song too? It certainly does give me that same aura that song lyrics gives me.

I can see that this is also a freeverse poem, correct? I do like poem itself, however something seems to irk me when I read it. It's like the flow isn't that great. And rhythm weren't all that noticeable. I do like the message though.

All in all, a good poem. I do look forward to reading the other ones soon.

Zeffy said:

I'm not really in the mood to criticize poetry or anything at the moment, but I bothered myself to review this first poem of yours. The others, maybe later when I have more time.

First off, a spelling error.

I believe 'roles' is supposed to be 'rolls'.

Anyways, by any chances is this poem supposed to be a song too? It certainly does give me that same aura that song lyrics gives me.

I can see that this is also a freeverse poem, correct? I do like poem itself, however something seems to irk me when I read it. It's like the flow isn't that great. And rhythm weren't all that noticeable. I do like the message though.

All in all, a good poem. I do look forward to reading the other ones soon.

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Thanks for the feedback! I'll fix the spelling right away. Yeah almost all of my poems were originally designed to be songs, but only one of any of my songs were ever selected to be turned into a full length song, which I have yet to record. Yes, it is freeverse. As far as rythym and flow go, I'm still not really skilled them it yet. I started writing poetry not too long ago, and I've never really figured out rythym or flow. I usually just wing it on my poems. Eyes of the Ghost is an earlier poem for me, so I was definitley less experienced when I wrote it. Anyways, thanks again!

It's time for new poetry! YAY!
Anyways, these are two new poems I wrote. Each of these are a little... diferent then the others in terms of style. Especially The Willow.
So, without further ado... my new poems.
Candlelight Breath

The Willow Tree

When I wrote these, it had been a good long break from writing for me. In fact, I beleive In the Garden of the Burning Rose was the last one before The Willow Tree. When I finally picked up a pen again, I noticed my writing style had changed. Probably something to do with my overall mood lately. Things have been going strangely well, and I don't have the bleak despair that I used to write all the other poems here now. I guess you could call these sad still, but they're not the same as anything else here.

So, I wrote this one last night. There's a lot I want to say about this one, but if I tried, I'd probably just end up sounding dumb. So I'll just let you guys read it.
A Phantom's Asylum

So, yeah...

Two new poems of mine. Well, one of them is kinda old, but I found it last week and revised it, so it counts as new.
Castle of Ruins

In Loving Memory

It's been quite a long month, friends. Many friends are gone now, lost beneath the waves or taken away from the very heart that kept them alive. These last two weeks have been especially dark for me, but we've all gotta move on, right? I find that writing can ease the pain from all the recent deaths I've experienced.
I tribute this to those who's lives have been cut tragically short while still in high school or younger, and to their families, whom I am sure are finding this much harder to deal with than me.

With Wings of Lead

Some more poems of mine.

Breath of Fire (The Chess Piece)

You know, I'm not sure how obvious this is for my readers, but a few of these poems, bleak as they may be, are actually love poems. The two Parting Gifts, Candlelight Breath, In Loving Memory, and now Breath of Fire are all despairing love notes. Actually, so is this next one..,

O Sweet Tormentor
I've always been reluctant to post O Sweet Tormentor. I wrote it at the same time I wrote Eyes of the Ghost, and (since I do imagine my poems as people and individuals) O Sweet Tormentor has forever been Eyes of the Ghost's brother. However, I thought O Sweet was far too emotional and depressing to show anybody, so even though it is a love poem, I've never once shown it to anyone (especially not to the poem's subject. In fact I don't think that the poem's subject has ever read any of these).

I wrote a new poem today. Well, it's not a poem. More of a song, really. It went in a totally different direction than I had planned, but this ended up better. It'll be posted in parts, making it my longest continuous poem ever. This here is Part 1 - Realization. Never mind the sorta cheesy name.

Part 1 - Realization

Here's Darkness Part 2: Angelic.

Man, it's been awhile since I've posted Darkness Part 2. Well, here's Part 3.

Darkness Part 3: Sanctuary

Here's the final piece of my song Darkness.

Darkness Part 4: Dawn