The Ghost

A Fiction Poem

The Ghost            `

                          

See the ghost
he's as real as anyone I know.
He comes at night to stay awhile
then gets up and goes.

He tells me many secrets
About the days in which he lived
about the lady he so dearly loved.
He gave her all he had to give.

He recalled the time
He had asked her to be his bride.
Remembering her saying yes
He was bursting with pride.

But then the fatal day came
When lady ran away
with someone new
He, my friend The Ghost
Didn't know what to do.

He told of his eternal love
he had for her and always will
He had committed suicide
Himself he had to kill!

He said he would wait for her
Someday she too must die
He has a place waiting for her
A palace in the sky.

He said his soul was empty
but love still remained in his heart
For his Dear Lady Love
Nothing but the strings of life
would keep them apart.

He said someday she'll realize
that she belongs with him
and by the strike of her own hand
She too shall win.

Well, The Ghost said he had to go now
'Twas getting rather late,
besides, his Lady Love may be dying now
and he wants to be waiting at the gate.

Well, I sit here bleeding you see,
I just cut my wrists~by now you know
I'm his Lady Love of long ago

The other man left me
so now I must die
and go join eternity,
with my real true love
The Ghost up in the sky.

Reviews

[Damien Thibodeaux]

Hi. I was checking out another contest I got up the courage to enter and saw that you had entered it too with this poem. So I had to read this. It...it... is beautiful! So dark, so sad. It drips with melancholy and heartbreak. I love a poem about the dead that tells a story and has a twist. Excellent write. I can see you published this years ago, so i'm going to spend some time checking out some of your other work over the next few days.

[Fran Marie]

thanks Damien, so very much...so glad you are starting to enter contests...will be visiting your page soon...fm

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I enjoyed this immensely. I liked the twist and did not think that it was you when I came to the end. The photo is FAB!

This was great! I loved the twist at the end! It was dark and yet sad! I loved the way it flowed! It was like a whole story in just a few stanzas! Great work!

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ohhhh, i thought that was the ending, i was like, i hope thats the main character, sneaky sneaky, i love storys and poems like this, because at first your like, oh this is a very nice little story and then BAM, you hit them with a twist, great, absolutely great, i love it!

[Cassandra]

I too also hope this is really just fiction.. and if it is ..( b/c I'm taking your word for it ) then.. I liked it. it seriously made me think of the Blue Oyster Cult's " Don't Fear the Reaper " totally. Her surrendering to the ghost who is her real love .. romantic in a gothic sort of way. Cool. I enjoyed much.

And even if this was inspired by a trying time in your life.. I think it was creatively written into a ballad of a poem. :-D I do hope you are feeling better these days.

why is it that a lot of us write our best when we are low?

Anyhoo.. keep up being a top sharer !

[alternative_be]

I also hope this poem is fictional ... and at this moment this is not happening in your life. Even if I only know you online, you are a dear and very talented!
As for the poem, I like it, it has got that 19th century sadness embodied in the writing. Very romantic!
Please stay with us!

[youngwriter222]

ooh, ghosts, I believe in them. I like the way that you described them and what they were feeling and just wanted to be your friend and how there soul was empty because of how their life ended.

Great poem

[The Archangel Gabriel]

Snazzy! I like the way that the ghost's love and author are one and the same. What an interesting tale of love and loss. Hopefully, they will be together again!

-Gabe

[Damian Alan Gray]

The basis of romance is not love, it is the tragedy of love. It is the yin as well as the yang of life that, working opposite one another, brings that which we believe to be sought after and adored. Unfortunately, we too often become distracted by the signposts along the highway to this ultimate goal. Signs, such as Desire and Longing. When we stop too long in the attempt to investigate these signs, we tend to get lost on the road, leaving us stranded with feelings of abandonment and guilt. I believe this poem illustrates the concept beautifully. Masterfully written, Fran.

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Oh my gosh...

Marie...

I'm not sure how literal you intended this poem to be...

but I hope to God that you are not alluding to yourself in this poem...

please Marie, if you are...please know that there is so much to live for, so many things that we aren't even aware of at the time of our sadness...

your friends here love you too....

please...we love you...



-Dream.