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.
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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
40 reads
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
60 reads
6 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 2:45pm
22nd Oct 2024 2:45pm
Grave Wind
Through yon graveyard I tread
The night is thick with gloom
‘midst the shadows of the dead
I pass a stony tomb
The wind doth moan and wail
Yet something darker stirs
A sound of claws, so sharp, so frail
That through the silence purrs
Beneath the marble door
A scratching doth arise
As if some foul thing seeks to soar
From death, with hollow cries
No wind could wake this sound
For here the dead are still
Yet from the grave, a wretched pound
Doth shake the night with chill
I stand as...
The night is thick with gloom
‘midst the shadows of the dead
I pass a stony tomb
The wind doth moan and wail
Yet something darker stirs
A sound of claws, so sharp, so frail
That through the silence purrs
Beneath the marble door
A scratching doth arise
As if some foul thing seeks to soar
From death, with hollow cries
No wind could wake this sound
For here the dead are still
Yet from the grave, a wretched pound
Doth shake the night with chill
I stand as...
#death
#graveyard
#narrative
#night
#rhyming
53 reads
2 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 8:34pm
21st Oct 2024 8:34pm
Your coming from beyond the grave
The grave with bars interred.
your life was taken, just removed.
my prayers with longings more than words
to meet again, stand in your shoes.
My brother Roger was taken by suicide eight years ago, before covid was invented, before the epidemic of Woke generations mental trauma. A hard-working man, but always an enigma. Artist, collector, avid car boot sale attendee, the main Manchester to Coventry line was closed at rush hour to remove his body from the line, hit by the 08:10 express.
Each year we lay the table with an empty seat, light black candles,...
your life was taken, just removed.
my prayers with longings more than words
to meet again, stand in your shoes.
My brother Roger was taken by suicide eight years ago, before covid was invented, before the epidemic of Woke generations mental trauma. A hard-working man, but always an enigma. Artist, collector, avid car boot sale attendee, the main Manchester to Coventry line was closed at rush hour to remove his body from the line, hit by the 08:10 express.
Each year we lay the table with an empty seat, light black candles,...
#death
#graveyard
#rebirth
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
20th Oct 2024 8:48pm
20th Oct 2024 8:48pm
In death, were neighbors
Throughout your life you made sure your social status kept you away from the little people
You had money, assets, friends in higher places and you were full of yourself
You never gave back to the community
The few times you would show your face in town, you had this attitude
A real nasty disposition towards other's who you considered low, or scum of the earth
Your greed made the majority of us common folk hate you
You never gave to charity
The people you staffed as your help were ridiculed and belittled by you
You had an enormous appetite for the...
You had money, assets, friends in higher places and you were full of yourself
You never gave back to the community
The few times you would show your face in town, you had this attitude
A real nasty disposition towards other's who you considered low, or scum of the earth
Your greed made the majority of us common folk hate you
You never gave to charity
The people you staffed as your help were ridiculed and belittled by you
You had an enormous appetite for the...
#fate
#graveyard
#greed
#hate
#money
58 reads
4 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
19th Oct 2024 3:07am
19th Oct 2024 3:07am
Result Of Watching Too Many Vampire Movies
Remington
felt something snake like on
her bare skin which made her open both
eyes and find herself naked in a coffin with
a bat creature about to suck her
blood until she woke up
screaming loud.
felt something snake like on
her bare skin which made her open both
eyes and find herself naked in a coffin with
a bat creature about to suck her
blood until she woke up
screaming loud.
#fiction
#graveyard
#nightmares
#sex
#vampires
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 10:10am
11th Oct 2024 10:10am
Casket Borne Fruits
At dusk the winds grow heavy, still
And silence falls upon the hill
Where graves are deep and shadows long
The earth hums low, a mournful song
Beneath the soil, in death’s dark keep
The casket-borne doth restless sleep
Yet if thou stir that hallowed ground
Beware the fruit that may be found
For whispered tales, both old and grim
Speak of the dusk, the fading dim
When fruits of death doth rise and fall
And answer not to mortal call
They glitter soft, a pale allure
Yet hide a fate none can endure
Their touch...
And silence falls upon the hill
Where graves are deep and shadows long
The earth hums low, a mournful song
Beneath the soil, in death’s dark keep
The casket-borne doth restless sleep
Yet if thou stir that hallowed ground
Beware the fruit that may be found
For whispered tales, both old and grim
Speak of the dusk, the fading dim
When fruits of death doth rise and fall
And answer not to mortal call
They glitter soft, a pale allure
Yet hide a fate none can endure
Their touch...
#dark
#death
#despair #graveyard
#despair #graveyard
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oldmanG
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 7:11pm
10th Oct 2024 7:11pm
Granite in the Distance
Granite in the distance
Far away pick up a pebble
But it’s not one to skip across
The still water in the night
For it raises a black hood
Kneel before satan and God
And plead to purgatory
My head says heaven
My soul says hell
Only hope my heart can pull apart
And split the divide
As I make sure they’re ok
Wrestle with demons in my head
As they pin me down
I flip around stand tall
Pick up the Cross of my savior
Down below I see fires burning
Dancing above as a flame licks my feet
An...
Far away pick up a pebble
But it’s not one to skip across
The still water in the night
For it raises a black hood
Kneel before satan and God
And plead to purgatory
My head says heaven
My soul says hell
Only hope my heart can pull apart
And split the divide
As I make sure they’re ok
Wrestle with demons in my head
As they pin me down
I flip around stand tall
Pick up the Cross of my savior
Down below I see fires burning
Dancing above as a flame licks my feet
An...
#death
#graveyard
#redemption
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PAR
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 1:41pm
10th Oct 2024 1:41pm
sixteenth arcane
In the field of black sunflowers
the night hides.
There's a party around the bonfire
where the mystery reveals itself.
Headless rabbits dance, shadows move.
The half-breed incarnation of maleficence, with shining eyes,
walks through the flames.
Around the bonfire the night unfolds
a theater of shadows.
A newborn being drinks the tears of the red moonlight.
the night hides.
There's a party around the bonfire
where the mystery reveals itself.
Headless rabbits dance, shadows move.
The half-breed incarnation of maleficence, with shining eyes,
walks through the flames.
Around the bonfire the night unfolds
a theater of shadows.
A newborn being drinks the tears of the red moonlight.
#dark
#death
#ghosts
#graveyard
#moon
68 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 3:50am
4th Oct 2024 3:50am
A Message In Silence
In silence deep, where shadowed whispers fall
A ghostly form stands mute beneath the trees
No voice it lends, no sound escapes at all
But speaks in darkness, carried on the breeze
The grave, so cold, where once bright love did burn
Now holds no warmth, no light for heart or eye
Yet in the quiet, spirits still return
With speech unseen, their message from the sky
In hollow winds, the words are softly stilled
Their meaning bound to shadow and to night
No mortal ear may hear the air be filled
With silence that doth quench the...
A ghostly form stands mute beneath the trees
No voice it lends, no sound escapes at all
But speaks in darkness, carried on the breeze
The grave, so cold, where once bright love did burn
Now holds no warmth, no light for heart or eye
Yet in the quiet, spirits still return
With speech unseen, their message from the sky
In hollow winds, the words are softly stilled
Their meaning bound to shadow and to night
No mortal ear may hear the air be filled
With silence that doth quench the...
#death
#ghosts
#graveyard
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