A ghost’s love is a strange love,
And my love is stranger still;
For it burns and glows without a hope,
And it lives without a will.
I haunt thee in the midnight,
I haunt thee in the day;
I haunt thee in the silence,
And I drive thy peace away.
I wrap thee in the darkness,
I watch thee in thy sleep;
And I whisper dreadful secrets
That would make the living weep.
Welcome to Skeleton Key Poetry — a compassionate home for raw emotion, vivid imagery, and the macabre, where every poem uses a skeleton key to unlock meaning for readers.
Submit your best rhyming poetry, in any form, and if we like it we’ll publish it in our quarterly online magazine! This is a great opportunity for new (or gently seasoned) poets to get your rejected and overlooked poems published!
We can’t wait to explore your creativity, so don’t just stand there, submit it!
Submit your best poetry, in any form, and if we like it we’ll publish it in our quarterly online magazine! This is a great opportunity for new (or gently seasoned) poets to get your rejected and overlooked poems published!
We can’t wait to explore your creativity, so don’t just stand there, submit it!
