Serially Lost: Post 3, Poetry about Loss: Ghosts

In writing these posts, I’ve realized it’s hard to find poems about loss that aren’t about death. In the second lost poems post I managed to find some fun posts about objects and misplacing things, lighter “loss” poems. For this last ones, I wanted to find some poems from the perpective of the lost person, the dead one. Are there any interesting poems out there written from the point of view of a corpse, a ghost, a spirit?

Not an easy task to find the kind of poem I am looking for but here is a great one!

by Mary Elizabeth Frye:

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.


Here’s one about ghosts


Rae Armantrout1947
The ghosts swarm.
They speak as one
person. Each
loves you. Each
has left something


Did the palo verde
blush yellow
all at once?

Today’s edges
are so sharp

they might cut
anything that moved.


The way a lost 

will come back

You’re not interested
in it now,

in knowing
where it’s been.

Rae Armantrout, “Unbidden” from Versed. Copyright © 2009 by Rae Armantrout.

Lastly to end on a funny note, I actually googled “I thought I saw A Ghost” and found this great funny poem. Please go to the link to read it:


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