Graveyard Poems
#graveyard
Graveyard poems and graveyard poet style writing. Morbid and gloomy poems about graveyards and cemeteries, with gothic themes of romance, death, decay and supernatural beings. Along with poems about graveyards related to grief and afterlife.
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 6:19am
12th Jan 2025 6:19am
Teeny Tiny
Do you know what you really are?
A 'dash' between two dates.
A cemetery headstone or plague will confirm your insignificance.
And
If you're reading this, you already have a dash looking for a second date.
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A 'dash' between two dates.
A cemetery headstone or plague will confirm your insignificance.
And
If you're reading this, you already have a dash looking for a second date.
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#graveyard
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 9:32am
7th Jan 2025 9:32am
That What Lurks Within
Beneath yon moonlit, hallowed ground
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
#dark
#gothic
#graveyard
#monsters
#shadows
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 8:58pm
6th Jan 2025 8:58pm
The Insidious Decay
Clambering through the frosted wood
I seek the warmth of hearth and home
Somewhere pure, somewhere good
With family and leather tomes
My feet falter at the village's edge
Yet the cold does not sting my skin
To them, I’d sworn a sacred pledge
I’d return, though laden with sin
Oh, how I long to see their face
Lifted from the frozen ground
I even brought fine sheets and lace
So happy now to be found
I knock upon their wooden door
It opens, and I sense their fear
Their trembling hands drop items to the floor ...
I seek the warmth of hearth and home
Somewhere pure, somewhere good
With family and leather tomes
My feet falter at the village's edge
Yet the cold does not sting my skin
To them, I’d sworn a sacred pledge
I’d return, though laden with sin
Oh, how I long to see their face
Lifted from the frozen ground
I even brought fine sheets and lace
So happy now to be found
I knock upon their wooden door
It opens, and I sense their fear
Their trembling hands drop items to the floor ...
#dark
#death
#fear
#graveyard
#separation
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
Bo's Shadow
Bo was 6 yrs old when he made a full body
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
#abuse
#graveyard
#hate #PTSD
#hate #PTSD
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 11:55am
4th Jan 2025 11:55am
Mausoleum By Torchlight
How they were found by grey-streaked dawn
Lily-white necks bent, the shape of a swan
Pierced and drained of life's red humors
A cursed feast spawning foul rumors
Coffins filled, both large and small
Death’s shadow looms this late fall
Sent below to marble gates
Sealed by angels, resigned to fate
Beneath copper roofs, I sit and brood
Consumed by thoughts both dark and crude
To ponder death’s foul, silent breath
How swiftly they succumbed to death
Madness churns; I...
Lily-white necks bent, the shape of a swan
Pierced and drained of life's red humors
A cursed feast spawning foul rumors
Coffins filled, both large and small
Death’s shadow looms this late fall
Sent below to marble gates
Sealed by angels, resigned to fate
Beneath copper roofs, I sit and brood
Consumed by thoughts both dark and crude
To ponder death’s foul, silent breath
How swiftly they succumbed to death
Madness churns; I...
#dark
#death
#graveyard
#murder
#night
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 7:27pm
3rd Jan 2025 7:27pm
Shadowed Arts
Beneath the pall of moonless ebon skies
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
#curse
#dark
#death
#graveyard
#magic
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Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 00:34am
22nd Nov 2024 00:34am
Persephon(Eerie)
Today
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
#death
#graveyard
#metaphor #mythology
#metaphor #mythology
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 10:22am
20th Nov 2024 10:22am
In Shadow Adorned
Beneath the silk, so black, so fine
A hollow husk doth lay in rest
No pulse, no breath, no sacred sign
But rot within its lifeless breast
The fabric clings, a mourner's veil
It whispers grief in shadowed seam
Yet hides the truth, so stark, so frail
A corpse that mocks the mourner's dream
Its folds like night, they shroud the stain
Of flesh decayed, of hope long fled
And yet the lie, through silk, doth reign
To mask the ruin of the dead
O mournful weave, thy beauty feigned
Thou canst not halt what death hath...
A hollow husk doth lay in rest
No pulse, no breath, no sacred sign
But rot within its lifeless breast
The fabric clings, a mourner's veil
It whispers grief in shadowed seam
Yet hides the truth, so stark, so frail
A corpse that mocks the mourner's dream
Its folds like night, they shroud the stain
Of flesh decayed, of hope long fled
And yet the lie, through silk, doth reign
To mask the ruin of the dead
O mournful weave, thy beauty feigned
Thou canst not halt what death hath...
#dark
#death
#despair
#graveyard
#shadows
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Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 2:54am
14th Nov 2024 2:54am
The Things We Do to Watch Jake Paul Die
Folks arrive in their fanciest gear,
Silk socks, cufflinks, and a touch of flair,
They're all here for one reason, don't be shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Concessions run out, popcorn’s in flight,
Kids on shoulders for a better sight
The buzz is real, a weh deh bredda ya a try,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Vendors hawk merchandise with zeal,
"Jake's Last Stand" on every deal
Crowds go wild, even the shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
A grandma knits by the big-screen...
Silk socks, cufflinks, and a touch of flair,
They're all here for one reason, don't be shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Concessions run out, popcorn’s in flight,
Kids on shoulders for a better sight
The buzz is real, a weh deh bredda ya a try,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Vendors hawk merchandise with zeal,
"Jake's Last Stand" on every deal
Crowds go wild, even the shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
A grandma knits by the big-screen...
#death
#determination
#graveyard
#grief
#memorial
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 1:30pm
13th Nov 2024 1:30pm
A Field of Angels and Bone
Upon the moor where angels cry
Their shattered wings in shadow lie
The bones of saints, the dust of graves
Mark desolation none could save
Their shattered wings in shadow lie
No stars alight the endless dome
Mark desolation none could save
The prairie moans, a voiceless home
No stars alight the endless dome
The earth is bare, a barren sea
The prairie moans, a voiceless home
Where graves bear whispers none should see
The earth is bare, a barren sea
The wind it carries death’s refrain
Where graves bear...
Their shattered wings in shadow lie
The bones of saints, the dust of graves
Mark desolation none could save
Their shattered wings in shadow lie
No stars alight the endless dome
Mark desolation none could save
The prairie moans, a voiceless home
No stars alight the endless dome
The earth is bare, a barren sea
The prairie moans, a voiceless home
Where graves bear whispers none should see
The earth is bare, a barren sea
The wind it carries death’s refrain
Where graves bear...
#angels
#countryside
#dark
#graveyard
#shadows
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I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 6:03am
9th Nov 2024 6:03am
#61
Well I built my home on a resting ground.
I'd like to the souls there safe and sound.
Of the ones I've loved but they fell back down-
To the pits of hell with no light around.
And I dont want to keep on when all of my demons keep telling me the reasons that I call this home.
Stop saying it's a season.
Most people don't believe me when I say I've seen a ghost before.
Well I broke the spell and I doomed my kin.
Asking in this life what is worth it?
And in the end one thing hits this:
That they will grow up ignorant of innocence.
When I...
I'd like to the souls there safe and sound.
Of the ones I've loved but they fell back down-
To the pits of hell with no light around.
And I dont want to keep on when all of my demons keep telling me the reasons that I call this home.
Stop saying it's a season.
Most people don't believe me when I say I've seen a ghost before.
Well I broke the spell and I doomed my kin.
Asking in this life what is worth it?
And in the end one thing hits this:
That they will grow up ignorant of innocence.
When I...
#depression
#graveyard
#grief
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 7:31pm
4th Nov 2024 7:31pm
Frosty Autumn Leaves
In our minds your memory burns bright
Gone too soon, laid to rest, eternally
The autumn leaves and frost
Decorate your absence
Memories of happiness
Memories of love
Long, winding roads led you home
Led us on different paths
Tangled like branches
Lost in the sound of silence
Your memory lives on in the autumn leaves and frost
Silence
You live on
Gone too soon, laid to rest, eternally
The autumn leaves and frost
Decorate your absence
Memories of happiness
Memories of love
Long, winding roads led you home
Led us on different paths
Tangled like branches
Lost in the sound of silence
Your memory lives on in the autumn leaves and frost
Silence
You live on
#fall
#graveyard
#memories
#silence
#snow
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DU Poetry : Graveyard Poems
