Read the Best of NEW Poetry from Poets from around the world

Read the Best of NEW Poetry from Poets from around the world

1918 SANTUARY, by Terry Hopper

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/04/1918-sanctuary-poetry-by-terry-hopper/

PAPAS NEW WIFE, by Nnamdi Wabara

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/04/papas-new-wife-poetry-by-nnamdi-wabara/

TAKE OVER ME, by Carly Rose

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/04/take-over-me-poetry-by-carly-rose/

EVERYDAY MASKS, by Dheric Da Poet

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/05/everyday-masks-poetry-by-dheric-da-poet/

IS IT LOVE, by Fatima Begum

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/05/is-it-love-poetry-by-fatima-begum/

LADY IN WHITE, by Carolan Nathan

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/05/lady-in-white-poetry-by-carolan-nathan/

HOME, by Nnamdi Wabara

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/05/home-poetry-by-nnamdi-wabara/

THERE IS ME AND THAN THERE IS YOU, by Kristen Corbisiero

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/07/there-is-me-and-than-there-is-you-poetry-by-kristen-corbisiero/

GHOST, by Dheric Da Poet

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/07/ghost-poetry-by-dheric-da-poet/

HARSHA SAI, by Harsha Madhu

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/07/harsha-sai-poetry-by-harsha-madhu/

 

 

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GHOST, Poetry by Dheric Da Poet

They claimed I was there.
They claimed I was seen.
They claimed I belonged.
They claimed I was needed.
They claimed.

Genre: Rhyme, Spiritual, Fantasy

GHOST by Dheric Da Poet

They claimed I was there.
They claimed I was seen.
They claimed I belonged.
They claimed I was needed.
They claimed.

So as they turned my significance on and off,
I pretended day and night were passing by.
And as they hid me under my own shadow to rot,
I wondered. Why did I die?

They passed through my accomplishments as though I never existed.
Never heard me when I spoke.
Never saw me when I appeared.
Never paid attention to who I really was.

Hmm —–
So I stood before them as they deceitfully read a tribute to me.
They cried with utmost care for their make-up, not me.
They wore their black on their party clothes and —-
Not me.

So I am a ghost.
One who is never seen,
Never heard,
And never spoken to.

I see,
I hear,
I speak.

The way of the ghost is never understood because it’s never noticed.

The troubles of the world never get to me.
Only the heat does.

I am the ghost of all times.
I am —–

#Dheric_Da_Poet
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2016

 

 

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