A Ghostly National Poetry Day

As today is National Poetry Day, I'd like to share 
fragments of haunting, ghostly poetry with you.  

They're perfect for this time of year, too, 
with Halloween fast approaching...

The Ghost, by Henry Lawson

Down the street as I was drifting,
With the city's human tide,
Came a ghost and for a moment,
Walked in silence at my side.

Now my heart was hard and bitter,
And a bitter spirit, he,
So I felt no great aversion,
To his ghostly company.

You can find the poem in its entirety, right HERE.

Ghost House, by Robert Frost

I dwell in a lonely house I know,
That vanished many a Summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

You can find the entire poem, HERE.

The Poor Ghost, by Christina Rossetti

"Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me,
With your golden hair all fallen below your knee,
And your face as white as snowdrops on the lea,
And your voice as hollow as the hollow sea?"

"From the other world, I come back to you,
My locks are uncurled with dripping, drenching dew,
You know the old, whilst I know the new;
But tomorrow you shall know this too."

Read the full poem HERE.

Our Little Ghost, by Louisa May Alcott

Oft, in the silence of the night,
When the lonely moon rides high,
When wintry winds are whistling,
And we hear the owl's shrill cry,
In the quiet, dusky chamber,
By the flickering firelight,
Rising up between two sleepers,
Comes a spirit all in white.

Read the full poem, HERE.


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  1. Poems It Is Then....
    (and some silly jokes) :0).

    Vampires have pale white skin
    They just come out at night.
    Give one half a chance and he
    Will give your neck a bite.

    A witch flies past on her broomstick,
    Over the roof of your house.
    It would be better
    Not to upset her,
    She'd turn you into a mouse.

    Skeletons walk about the town.
    They have no skin, just bone.
    Sometimes for fun they play their ribs
    Just like a xylophone

    I am a spooky ghost
    Being scary's what I do.
    I like to sneak behind people
    And whisper softly "Wooooo!

    Q: What kind of street does a ghost like best?
    A: A dead end..!

    Q: What kind of ship does a vampire own?
    A: A blood vessel..!

    Q: What did the ghost say to the vampire?
    A: You suck..!

    1. Ha ha! Brilliant! Although I love the poetry more than the jokes, as usual Willie :)

    2. Hi Yvonne....Don't know if you got my e~mail...
      Have you the same e~mail address?
      Basically! I lost your Blog...new name changed
      on my profile list..the two new posts under your
      new name, did'nt register..then disappeared! :(.
      Anyway..latest is, still no new title on my 'profile'
      list..but is now appearing on my 'Blogger' list..so
      that's o.k. My icon on your followers photos is different,
      for some reason...! All o.k. now though! :).

    3. Hi Willie :)

      I don't have the same email address. I can no longer log in to any of my old haunts. This is my new blog name, but I think it probably still needs tweaking. I've sent you a Halloween card which includes my new email address ♥

    4. Thankyou so much....! :).
      Have'nt lost you anyway! Your post will come up
      on my Blogger list..rather than my profile list!
      Hope Nala's o.k. BIG (((HUG))) for the little
      lady! :).
      Thanks again...!

    5. Sorry for the confusion, Willie :)

      Nala's great. It's a shame you don't use Instagram, there are lots of pics of her on there ♥

  2. Poetry at its very best! I do miss intelligent writing! Hail Classics and all things just beneath the veil πŸ’•πŸ’œπŸ’•πŸ™‹πŸ‘πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦

  3. Hi Yvonne, This is a FABULOUS post! All the images and poetry. I agree perfect for October. Thank you. xx

  4. Great words and wonderfully illustrated, too! One of my friends is the Black Country's Poet Laureate so we were treated to some fab words on Facebook yesterday. xxx

    1. Ooh, that sounds wonderful!
      Thank you, Vix xx

  5. Such wonderful spooky poetry, my dearest!

  6. Love the way the poetry and the images dance creepily and darkly with each other. Yum-Yum! ♥


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