Do you believe
A house can breathe
A house can live
Its memories feel
Reach from the past
Present and future
Good and bad
A ghostly tenure.
Do you believe
The voices heard ?
The heavy foot steps
On creaking stairs
That door that opens
And slowly closes
Invisible hands
The shadow that poses.
Upon the landing
Brief and fleeting
Room to room
Heartbeat increasing
The sudden chill
Temperature to fall
A shallow whisper
That does call.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Fine words Norman, I am sure there are memories hidden in our houses.
Andy
yes thats for sure, appreciate the read, thanking you
The house I live in is such and I am not such a believer but I have heard voices, singing, footsteps, doors that open and close with no breeze, draperies that fall all of a sudden after being in place for years. Yet they are friendly (spirits) if you would (for I do not believe in such despite the evidence) A nicely worded poem my friend
my place is the same, thanks for reading always much appreciated
Good write N. Erm, is the house near the bus stop? What bus, you say. lol.
Just outside, the haunted bus stop no 7 OOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Is that why no one waits for the No7 bus at that stop? lol. A comedy show had a skeleton. A bus inspector says to a bus driver: 'He/she got like that waiting for you bus to come along'. lol.
theres a line of coffins at this bus stop lol
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