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.
Living Coffin Row
Beneath the crypt where shadows crawl
In death’s own chamber, darkened hall
They sit entombed, their flesh decayed
In coffins wrought by night’s cascade
Their eyes, unblinking, glass and cold
In silence, ancient stories told
Once men, but now, a cursed brood
Their veins entwined in shapes crude
Roots that writhe from flesh to bone
Deep beneath the crypt’s cold stone
And feed upon a blackened well
A nourishment distilled in Hell
No breath to stir, no pulse to beat
Yet life persists in death’s defeat
They...
In death’s own chamber, darkened hall
They sit entombed, their flesh decayed
In coffins wrought by night’s cascade
Their eyes, unblinking, glass and cold
In silence, ancient stories told
Once men, but now, a cursed brood
Their veins entwined in shapes crude
Roots that writhe from flesh to bone
Deep beneath the crypt’s cold stone
And feed upon a blackened well
A nourishment distilled in Hell
No breath to stir, no pulse to beat
Yet life persists in death’s defeat
They...
#dark
#death
#graveyard #shadows
#graveyard #shadows
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A Wrongness
It should not be—it cannot be
This wretched spawn of blasphemy
No beast, no man, nor thing of earth
Could claim such twisted, cursed birth
Its very breath defies the law
Of life, of flesh, of nature’s draw
A stench of sin, of broken time
Its skin, decayed with grime
A mockery of form it wears
body bent through hellish snare
Eyes where no light could dwell
Are windows to a deeper Hell
No living hand could shape this form
Nor dying breath could make it warm
Stands when it should crawl or writhe
A thing...
This wretched spawn of blasphemy
No beast, no man, nor thing of earth
Could claim such twisted, cursed birth
Its very breath defies the law
Of life, of flesh, of nature’s draw
A stench of sin, of broken time
Its skin, decayed with grime
A mockery of form it wears
body bent through hellish snare
Eyes where no light could dwell
Are windows to a deeper Hell
No living hand could shape this form
Nor dying breath could make it warm
Stands when it should crawl or writhe
A thing...
#dark
#death
#graveyard #rhyming
#graveyard #rhyming
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Lurking in your town
Isolated house far from reach
Prophecy, torture and death unleashed
Life behind these walls
Deranged voices call
Blood is all you crave
Mentally deranged & insane
Bodies hang from meat-hooks
Human flesh peeled and cooked
House by the cemetery
Basement is a mortuary
Walk among the tombstones
Rotting flesh, decaying bones
Some buried alive
No one hears their cries
Maggots pour in eating your flesh
A slow agonizing death
Insane family pray for their souls
Funeral’s over, the casket’s closed
Another...
Prophecy, torture and death unleashed
Life behind these walls
Deranged voices call
Blood is all you crave
Mentally deranged & insane
Bodies hang from meat-hooks
Human flesh peeled and cooked
House by the cemetery
Basement is a mortuary
Walk among the tombstones
Rotting flesh, decaying bones
Some buried alive
No one hears their cries
Maggots pour in eating your flesh
A slow agonizing death
Insane family pray for their souls
Funeral’s over, the casket’s closed
Another...
#death
#graveyard
#murder #rhyming
#murder #rhyming
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Black Soul
The grim reaper
The reaper of souls
Comes for you
No matter how beautiful
Keep looking in that mirror
Seeking validation
Yet in the end
You’re ready for cremation
Hold your head still
While the devil inspects you
Feels your cranium
And spits the truth
She says, sit back
Feel nothing, you are
Calloused and broken, the
Epitome of one lifelong scar
The reaper of souls
Comes for you
No matter how beautiful
Keep looking in that mirror
Seeking validation
Yet in the end
You’re ready for cremation
Hold your head still
While the devil inspects you
Feels your cranium
And spits the truth
She says, sit back
Feel nothing, you are
Calloused and broken, the
Epitome of one lifelong scar
#anger
#curse
#dark
#death
#graveyard
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Swollen Eyelids
Let me give a glimpse
Of my mind
Satan in my casket
She wears a red dress
With a smile that blinds
The logic inside
I confide
A summer night
I was high
Should have said it then
But if I reminisce
It'll change to blood
This burns my sternum
Cupid's eyes glisten
I confide
I shot him
I stabbed him twice
He was already dead
Decayed by my touch
I admit
I need to give it a rest
Too young to love
Younger to trust
The hills have eyes ...
Of my mind
Satan in my casket
She wears a red dress
With a smile that blinds
The logic inside
I confide
A summer night
I was high
Should have said it then
But if I reminisce
It'll change to blood
This burns my sternum
Cupid's eyes glisten
I confide
I shot him
I stabbed him twice
He was already dead
Decayed by my touch
I admit
I need to give it a rest
Too young to love
Younger to trust
The hills have eyes ...
#conflict
#death
#graveyard
#grief
#love
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The Black Leaves
Softly as the wind through beech
Bare feet tread upon the grass
The black leaves are out of reach
The ghosts of evening rustle past
An ice-cream jingle hits the graves
Unwanted as a winter's kiss
It drives on and far away
Leaving the nocturnal bliss
It kills me now that we're apart
Our love flew high and out of reach
Everybody dies of a broken heart
Softly as the wind through beech
Bare feet tread upon the grass
The black leaves are out of reach
The ghosts of evening rustle past
An ice-cream jingle hits the graves
Unwanted as a winter's kiss
It drives on and far away
Leaving the nocturnal bliss
It kills me now that we're apart
Our love flew high and out of reach
Everybody dies of a broken heart
Softly as the wind through beech
#dark
#death
#graveyard
#grief
#love
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Graveyard Slut
She creeps around the crypt
eyes any man that enters
lures them in, begins to strip
angelic beauty
demonic cutie
succumb to her craving
salacious, not behaving
mausoleum is unlocked
clothes removed, but their socks
loves the power she pulls from beyond
like a magician, waving her wand
men are fooled, time and time again
I don't need possession, as I enter her den
Scorching beauty, I want to fuck
She turns away, no such luck
She wants men who can plant a seed
How did she...
eyes any man that enters
lures them in, begins to strip
angelic beauty
demonic cutie
succumb to her craving
salacious, not behaving
mausoleum is unlocked
clothes removed, but their socks
loves the power she pulls from beyond
like a magician, waving her wand
men are fooled, time and time again
I don't need possession, as I enter her den
Scorching beauty, I want to fuck
She turns away, no such luck
She wants men who can plant a seed
How did she...
#dark
#graveyard
#rhyming
#seductive
#women
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Skeletal Sleep
Linger long with ghastly stare
Ancient and forgotten lair
Where dust and shadows take court
See the crown Ave Mort
Underneath the singing sparrows
Cavernous earthen barrows
With Morgul spells and Angmar's embrace
Witch king's servants inhabit this place
Roaming the cairns of darkened lore
Bound to the umbral forevermore
No moonlight touches their hollow crown
Where Elbereth’s light cannot drown
In tombs where Eärendil’s star lies dim
They...
Ancient and forgotten lair
Where dust and shadows take court
See the crown Ave Mort
Underneath the singing sparrows
Cavernous earthen barrows
With Morgul spells and Angmar's embrace
Witch king's servants inhabit this place
Roaming the cairns of darkened lore
Bound to the umbral forevermore
No moonlight touches their hollow crown
Where Elbereth’s light cannot drown
In tombs where Eärendil’s star lies dim
They...
#dark
#death
#graveyard
#JRRTolkien
#rhyming
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The Privilege of Coffins
Where art thou my shroud?
To sit under grey skies and dark clouds
Exposed to the vermin heeding carrion's call
Six feet deep to which I can't even fall
Nor a group rest in the ossuary pit
Worthy not even of the lowliest gravedigger kit
The humid air festers and warms the feast
An aged steak for the scavenger beasts
Tallow flesh now blackened and reeking of rot
Blood in long deas veins ichorous and full of clots
The mosaic of sweet decay
Art exposed whether it be...
To sit under grey skies and dark clouds
Exposed to the vermin heeding carrion's call
Six feet deep to which I can't even fall
Nor a group rest in the ossuary pit
Worthy not even of the lowliest gravedigger kit
The humid air festers and warms the feast
An aged steak for the scavenger beasts
Tallow flesh now blackened and reeking of rot
Blood in long deas veins ichorous and full of clots
The mosaic of sweet decay
Art exposed whether it be...
#dark
#death
#graveyard #rhyming
#graveyard #rhyming
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The Cemetary
Peaceful & quiet
Sanctum for birds and people
To grieve and be free
Sanctum for birds and people
To grieve and be free
#birds
#escape
#graveyard
#haiku
#nature
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A Cold Emptiness
As the sunlight dies
In cold empty darkness
Stillness of the grave
What the ruins remember
Through time and memory
Death appears through the windblown storm
Where the flame is eternal
Awakening
In cold empty darkness
Stillness of the grave
What the ruins remember
Through time and memory
Death appears through the windblown storm
Where the flame is eternal
Awakening
#death
#graveyard
#nature #storm
#nature #storm
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For All I Know...
I've said hello
To those I pass
But none can do the same.
And though I know
We're a different class
To each I cannot blame.
Perhaps today
I'll run into
A father and his son.
Before I stray
I'll first imbue
"good morning," just for fun.
You see, although
Each quiet folk
Declined the greet I gave
For all I know
They've always spoke
In whispers, from their grave.
To those I pass
But none can do the same.
And though I know
We're a different class
To each I cannot blame.
Perhaps today
I'll run into
A father and his son.
Before I stray
I'll first imbue
"good morning," just for fun.
You see, although
Each quiet folk
Declined the greet I gave
For all I know
They've always spoke
In whispers, from their grave.
#graveyard
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