Paranormal / Metaphysical Poems

i'm new around the writer's forum, but i wanted to dive right in and get some ideas out here for paranormal and metaphysical poems. if anyone has written or wants to write a piece about anything on these topics [anything from OBE, telepathy, ghosts, etc etc, ie anything found in the paranormal forums here on ATS], i would love to bounce ideas off you, critique, and vice-versa.

here's a poem that i actually posted on TheDuckster's thread, just a few days ago that got me thinking about it all...

Originally posted by banyan
presenting your soul on a platter letting
its butter drip over onto the tearful whispering
those lips of your sister, scorned and scarred
like a mirror of shattered skittles - the reds
and yellows mostly allowing her breathe
to be my death - or at least my undoing

i know her words, the daggers that draw
pictures of red playgrounds - the metal
things that go round round round and i
vomit out reds yellows and this time green,
the grass has caught me, my soul and essence
out-of-body spinning to your ecstasy.

www.abovetopsecret.com...

brevity is nice when fleeing for your life
the coastal waves splashing sand and the
bottle left to drift into the night like a phantom
harboring doom and the occasional liquid
to harvest souls to purify beings to gratify
a lust that we all here have, the lust of kings
and queens, the Greats and the Shadows,
knowing all too well the consequences of the
mind, grafting markings to interrupt dreams
to awaken during moments of lucidity, the doubt
the dripping doubt of the intangible.

YET I SEE!

Have to do a little take off on one of your phrases, if its okay.

"The consequences of the mind"

It's my mind you see, can't take it from me,
But it's unfinished business like the work in a mine,
Untapped resources, but lacking in time,
I've saved and recorded all that I can,
But you can't see it because its mine.
But if I go out of my mind, sometime,
Is what's mine mind or gone ?

This Autumn Haiku is Dedicated to SeaGrass, from my Dawn Meditation this morning somewhere special, nature

Though it is not perfect in traditional haiku structure it is a Mischevious Haiku

Tip of grass,
Frozen dew drop awakes as the sun kisses,
Dew moves now,
Memory of night dream venus touching moon,
Jupiter watched,

Dew stretches gets up,
Plop,
Dew goes home to lake now,
Canadian Geese call out high above,
Flying home towards,
Sleepy setting moon.

Elf.

[edit on 2-12-2008 by MischeviousElf]