Spooky Poems

The other day upon the stair

I saw a man that wasn’t there. 

He wasn’t there again today,

But gee I wish he’d go away.

Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death –  He kindly stopped for me –  The Carriage held but just Ourselves –  And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility –  We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the Ring –  We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –  We passed the Setting Sun –  Or rather – He passed us –  The Dews drew quivering and chill –  For only Gossamer, my Gown –  My Tippet – only Tulle –  We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground –  The Roof was scarcely visible –  The Cornice – in the Ground –  Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity –    The Ghost of a Flower Anonymous "You're what?" asked the common or garden spook Of a stranger at midnight's hour. And the shade replied with a graceful glide, "Why, I'm the ghost of a flower." "The ghost of a flower?" said the old-time spook; "That's a brand-new one on me; I never supposed a flower had a ghost, Though I've seen the shade of a tree."